Little girl sued for illegally downloading Finding Nemo

Mr. Lee Banv- Professor X turns down the lights. The crowd quiets. Never mind the crowd is still blabbering like sheep in a Scottish pasteur. Not a normal pasteur, a very Scottish one.To further state his supremacy, Professor X takes a stoic drink of Doctor Pepper, or Knob Creek Burbon, or Jack Daniels, I can't really tell which. As he himself says, his voice is back as strong as ever, like an aged blend of thunder and honey, with a dash of chili powder (given to him in return for saving the life and marriage of an Incan Shaman).

Today is about the recording industry, again we have a powerpoint. This time with a documentary clip o Wilco. Interesting shit. I can see Professor X brooding in the shadows, stroking his moustache. Fixing the class with a steely gaze, stealthily pacing a small circuit, impatient for the video clip to be over so he can resume his regime of intimidation and "education". 

As I can deduce from this powerpoint, Reprise Records are a bunch of dicks. Yeah, it turns out they totally hung Wilco out to dry when the band wouldn't make changes to their album for marketability purposes. Of course, Nonesuch picked up the band, took their album, released it in 2001. Go figure, both Nonesuch and Reprise Records are both owned by Warner Brothers. Sure enough, Wilco's next two albums won Grammies.

So the man with a longboard just walked in late. I have no clue what his name is, so we'll call him Humphrey. Humphrey comes in late every day, he seems nice enough, he's just stoned. He walks in on tiptoes, tripping over my backpack, and apologizing profusely. Then he begins gazing with glazed eyes at Professor X. His notes are comprised of assorted doodles of penises and random words which he comprehends. Their not even good drawings of penises. They aren't even proportional. 

Some people look pretty damn funny when their taking notes. I mean sure some people just look from the teacher to their notes, idly transcribing facts of Journalistic significance. But theres another caliber of note taker. These students bring note taking to a whole new level. Never before have I seen such looks of concentration, cognition and quite frankly, constipation. I feel like I should bring a few emergency enemas to class.

Now Professor X is trying to identify with us. Talking about going down to the Malt shop and listening to the Jukebox. Poor man is lost in time. I guess we can expect nothing more. Like many great caesars before him, he drinks from a lead coffee cup. Or shot glass, depending on the time of day. I understand a good character should develop throughout the story. I also understand Professor X isn't developing. I suppose there is a chance he just has no character, or he isn't mortal, or maybe he's just some sort of Shaman himself. Perhaps the Incan Shaman he saved passed his wife and his powers on to Professor X. I'm not sure. But I should probably be taking notes right now.