I am so smart, S-M-R-T

In all honesty, if someone asked me to name what I consider to be the defining pop icon of my generation (oh, if only someone would ask), I would say, without hesitation, Homer Simpson. Or if I could more broadly select a media product or event I would choose the Simpsons as a whole.

Think about it. In terms of sheer volume of references per day, I am sure The Simpsons has infiltrated my life and lexicon more than anything else. I’m sure I hit at least one Simpsonism per day. “D’oh”, “Excellent”, “Boo-urns”, “Sweet Merciful Crap”, “The Boy”, “I hope I didn’t brain my damage” “The Ultimate Behemoth” “Mmmm, doughnuts” and the good old Marge-grunt that defies onomatopoeic description are all constantly heard amongst my family and friends. If you speak to my Dad about my brother, the name Keith will never come up. It is always “the boy.” If Huey is mildly annoyed about something, “Boo-urns” on it.

Actually, I had already drafted this post before we went out tonight, and during the course of conversation, one of our friends called another friend "Gamblor." Which as everyone knows is Homer's name for the monster enslaving Marge when she becomes addicted to slots at the Burns Casino. I was astonished that my theory was being proven right before my very eyes, mere hours after its formulation.

Anyway, back to my original point: I am so smart. I got a 169 on my LSAT, which put me in the 97th percentile. I am well aware and confident that I could have done better, but in consideration of how under-prepared I was, at least compared to the crazy keeners that I overheard whining before the test started, I feel fairly satisfied.