If my dissertation were a person....

This weekend I was struck by a disturbing visual image:

Well....sort of.  Those of you who studied with me in the frozen tundra may have already figured out who I think this ugly baby (the new nickname for the Big D) resembles.  A disheveled absent-minded professor (minus the brilliance) whose socks are so old they don't have any more elastic so they sit in little pools around his ankles, whose belt is just a little too big so by the end of the day the front of his pants have migrated over to his left hip from the repeated one-handed pulling up of the pants, whose magnificent mane of hair never ceases to break the rules of gravity and whose glassy eyes never really reveal quite what he's thinking, or if he's thinking at all at that moment.  Yes dear friends, my ugly baby would be.....well, I'll leave that up to you to figure out.