So things have felt weird lately.  And don't ask me what I mean by "weird."  It's just like everything's been a little off, you know?  So maybe I should be embarrassed to admit this, but I've been reading some of the _Gossip Girl_ novels, and boy are they bad.  Really, really bad on just about every conceivable level.  Seriously, these novels have no redeeming qualities whatsoever, as far as I can see.  Of course, the logical question at this point is why am I reading them.  And I can't really even say why.

Also, adding I think to my general feeling of weirdness is that on Tuesday, I attempted to explain literary postmodernism to my students.  And I can never really define or explain postmodernism in a way that really works.  So I always resort to just looking at some examples, and I think it works, but I am never quite sure.  And so we spend all this time looking at _The Stinky Cheese Man and Other Fairly Stupid Tales_, which is OK because it's a children's lit class and stuff.  But I guess I feel unsure.

More later about general weirdness.