Hugo 3D

[Drunk Monk]

Bruce Bridgeman was my academic adviser when I was a PhD candidate at UCSC. When I dropped out of the program, I vowed to dance on his grave someday. He was a laughing stock at the psych department, something I figured out within my first month in the graduate program, and then struggled to find another adviser to no avail. Bridgeman's main skill was that he could write grant/scholarship proposals. That's how he got me. He managed to procure a 2-year scholarship for me, but what he really wanted was a lab assistant. He was working on 3D targeting systems for jet fighters, research that had absolutely nothing to do with mine. His eyes were fucked up, which is, of course, why he studied vision. I was working on expert vs. novices in psychomotor tasks - fencing specifically - as the Yeti might remember as he was one of my test subjects or tg might remember as he shot some photos for my experiment. So when I got to UCSC and it was clear that I wouldn't make a good lab assistant, Bridgeman threw me under the bus. I knew I was going to bail after year one, so I proposed to do what was needed to complete a Masters before my scholarship went dry and walk. Bridgeman assured me that I had already met those requirements with my first year presentation, but that simply wasn't true. I shouldn't have believed him and wound up frittering away my last academic year following the Dead, who I will quote now:

You analyze me, pretend to despise me,
You laugh when I stumble and fall.
There may come a day I will dance on your grave
If unable to dance, I will crawl across it
Unable to dance, I'll still crawl.