Greetings, loyal minions. Your Maximum Leader doesn’t know how he missed this in his link dump yesterday. The lovely annika writes about why a classmate had to move seats.

When your Maximum Leader was in college, he generally sat in the front of the room (second seat in the first row inside the door) to avoid this very problem. Rarely did anyone sit in front of your Maximum Leader. Except once or twice, when we shared the same class the Minister of Agriculture would take that first seat. And his ass is nothing to look at.

There was a time while your Maximum Leader was a TA in graduate school when he was distracted by one of his students. We were discussing the rediscovery of Roman poetry by the Italians of the Renaissance and one of the best students in the class (grade-wise and physical attractiveness-wise) happened to be wearing a her spandex warm-up suit. (She worked out before coming to your Maximum Leader’s 8am lecture.) When we got to Ovid’s “Art of Love” she started talking making comments about how the seductive techniques of men really hadn’t changed much… And your Maximum Leader… Well.. Let us just say he had to stand behind the podium for the remaining 45 minutes of class…

Carry on.