Linnell: What was up with our high school science teacher Ouida Bailey? Elaborate.

Flansburgh: I was just explaining Ouida Bailey to my friend last night, and how we named our publishing company after her until our lawyer told us we would just get sued later, and changed it. She was really a character, with completely shaved eyebrows that had been replaced by what looked like orange magic marker, and a voice which resided in one very low octave and one really high, making everything she said seem insane. She was the head of the science department, and in my sophomore year I got into a pointless argument with her over her concept of evolution, which seemed completely and impossibly under-informed to me.

Linnell: She was kind of wise to everything, so she must’ve known that everyone thought she was bizarre. The first day or two of a semester, everyone in the classroom would just be falling over every time she opened her mouth. It didn’t seem to bug her. Eventually we got used to her.

Flansburgh: I never got used to her.