Spending this Good Friday hunkered down in my office trying to work on a paper on object oriented ontology and hermeneutics that Mark Ohm and I are giving at the Subverting the Norm II postmodern theology conference next week.
It's weird. The building is locked, but people keep trying to come inside. So over and over again I hear people yanking violently on the metal doors. Should I let them in?
I haven't thusfar, mostly because: (1) I would have gotten up hundreds of times already this morning and as a result not gotten anything done, (2) the reason it's locked is that there has been a theft problem in this building and I don't want to be letting thieves in, and (3) with all the damned banging it just feels way too much like a zombie apocalypse. I want to go check, but then if it's not a zombie I'll have to talk to the not undead person and given my luck with stuff like this I'm sure I'll end up letting a thief in.
Oh well, this isn't too bad. It's actually easier for me to write philosophy during the zombie apocalypse than the normal thing of people right outside of my door talking about the inane things that living humans usually talk about. All else being equal, this is probably a good thing to know about oneself.
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