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God controls the television programming. God said that There Shalt Be Nothing on Television After 1 A.M. This Eve So Thou Shalt Be Forced to Do Thine Homework.

I said, But God, I am so very tired of homework. I never liked it in the first place and there is so very much of it that it's like dishes. The pile never gets smaller, God. The more I do the more they assign. I'm so bored, God. I'm so bored. Please, Lord, let there be some Sports Night or M*A*S*H or Roseanne, O Benevolent and Generous Deity.

And God said, No, Thou Shalt Read Turner and Geertz and Write Thine Response Papers and By the Way Thou Also Hast Latin, Music and Art Assignments Piled Up, Little Shaver, So Get Cracking. Besides, Thou Likest Turner and Geertz. They're Thine Favourite Anthropologists.

And I said, Oh, God, you're so tiresome. Stop talking in Capitalized Sentences.

And God said, Any More Backtalk and I'll Take Away Thine West Wing Reruns on Bravo as Well.

And I reached for my textbook.

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