Monday, September 11, 2006

Neglectful, Me

"Life is a God-damned, stinking, treacherous game, and nine hundred and ninety-nine men out of every thousand are bastards."

Heh.

It's not that I've had nothing worth documenting. Just that when I am happy, there is never time for documentation. Or something. But never mind that now. I've overcome the problem and we can now move forward.

Things you should know:
  • Even I am susceptible to the addictive powers of Project Runway. (Go Michael!)
  • Arcades are extraordinary places.
  • Eight year old beings rock socks hard.
  • Life is far better when you stop to appreciate the sky.
  • Lauren has the longest torso known to man.
  • Mochi ice cream melts really quickly.
  • I am, despite previous thought, a nutter. But I'm probably okay with this.
  • College classes are no longer magical. (Can I graduate now?)
  • Zane has a girlfriend. Go Zane.
  • I'm more liberal than you are.
  • The happy parts of my education include such wonders as:
    • "...the needs of reproduction arrest the mental evolution of females at an early age..."
    • Prof Edwards encouraging Doc Sluis to hurry up and touch Donna Haraway while she still had the chance. (Or was it the other way around?)
    • And the repeated use of the word ganglia in a(n admittedly very old) treatise on culture.


That's all folks. I have papers to write before two.

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