Gobbledygook.

Marland came up to our group in class today and asked “how is everything going over here?” We were a group of three (myself, Allison and another girl named Lesley). Earlier in the class he had asked three peopled groups to disband so everyone could be in a four person cluster.

“Well,” I started “we’re pretty happy together, so we won’t be disbanding. But if you want to stick someone else with us that’s fine.” He looked a little relieved. “Actually, there’s this guy up there,” he pointed behind him to the front of the class “and this is his first day. He seems to be pretty knowledgeable, would you mind if he joined your group?” he asked, adding “If it wouldn’t be awkward.”

We all agreed it would be fine and he gestured for the new guy to come back and join us. We began to see why it could be awkward.

This giant of a man came back, squeezing into one of the lecture seats. I took note of his greying hair and pegged him to be around forty years-old.

“Hi,” he said “I’m Bob.”

Seriously. He’s Bob.

We made introductions and chatted the normal Poli Sci chat when Bob asked something along the lines “so basically we’re running a thirty-six day campaign for a Canadian celebrity?” Happy that he had caught on so fast, we all nodded and made little murmurs of agreement.

Bob chuckled. “That’s great,” he said with a smirk “I’ve run a couple federal campaigns in the past so this should be easy.”

. . .

After exchanging e-mails and agreeing that we would run Celine Dion for the Bloc Quebecois, Bob said “I’ll send you guys some promotional pieces that I’ve worked on. I have a lot of campaign materials and stuff if you guys don’t mind…?” he trailed off.

Oh, Bob. We don’t mind.

[pumps fist into air in most noobesque fashion]