Sniff, sniff

One thing that does not fit well with my Stoicurean persona is that I can get weepy over the oddest things, like the final scene in Kurosawa's Rhapsody in August with granny running along in the rain with her umbrella inside-out. Jesus on a pogo stick, just typing that made my eyes start to get itchy. Last night, coming out of the cinema after watching The Golden Compass my wife asked "Why were you crying at the end?" "Beats me," I replied.

The latest weepy episode came when I looked at the forums I'd set up for my course and found that one student had started a thread with the topic "I love Robin because ..." I was tempted to post: "DON'T LOVE ME! I'm your teacher, and I'm going to fail a lot of you!"