We all - I mean everyone - swooned over our Google case prof. Unanimous misty-eyed gawping. Had us giggling, guffawing and gobbling out of his hand for a spellbound 50 minutes. Handsome seaglass-green-eyed fellow, flourishing a dazzling vocab, extemporizing with wit, crystalline articulateness and thrillingly elaborate sentence structures, all while sounding exactly (and even looking, very passingly) like Ferris Bueller. I barely survived class only to have him call me aside afterward to say my question "could not have been better timed or better put". I shouted, "Oh, good!" and fled lest I accidentally...er...maul him and spend the rest of the week in jail. You wouldn't think a puddle o' goo on the floor could type on a blackberry, and yet here I somehow am. It was like the all-around mental/physiological/emotional wackadoodle effect on me of my longtime tormentor W., x a billion. Beautiful genius with a blindingly sparkling personality, effortlessly spouting intellectual champagne. It tips you past awe into flailing befuddlement at his impolite overgifted hoggery. Leave a little something for other people, eh? ETA so it turns out he's effing quadruple H... BA s.c.l. in ec, MA in stats, JD, and ec PhD. See? rude.

Also learned today that 35% of Facebook traffic is people looking at their friends' profiles and another 35%, at STRANGERS' profiles (defined as more than 3 connections away). (Of all that looking, 22% is men looking at women they don't know (same "stranger" definition as above), 19% is men looking at women they do know, 14% is women looking at women they know, 12% is women looking at women they don't know, and, as the prof put it, "no one wants to look at men", lol...srsly it was small slivers, with, IIRC, both men and women looking more at men they do know than not.) Creepy, no? And people wonder why I'm (mostly, and again) not on there. Most recent departure was due to a legit cause for alarm, but now, forget it.