No result for April Fool’s Mafia (Mini 304), which was abandoned by mod. I was reluctant to have the game continue without being run with knowledge of the full setup, since the nature of the game was deceitful. Even so, I would have made the correct lynch, having deduced correctly.

Will autograph today’s Studlife [p.7] for delivery of the right words.

This was supposed to be an article giving advice to incoming freshmen on their first day of class. But…

Danny is a junior in Arts & Sciences. He can be reached via e-mail at dbravman@wustl[]. Vanessa is graduate of Middlebury College, Class of ‘94. She can be reached at…?

Already hit a stack of library books and pulled an all-nighter, despite school not starting until tomorrow.

“Oh yeah? Well, how many births have *you* witnessed?”
“Er, none.”
Well, one.

And so it begins again.

(Mostly: need to start over with cellphone providers. Until I find an alternative to Cingular, good luck reaching me. Leave messages, try the suite phone, AIM, e-mail, etc.)

Wow, I haven’t seen you in awhile. I mean, in person. Like, it looks good!
The shirt?

If I told anyone I would have been doing improv tonight, disregard. I was lying. Sorry about that. Jetlag.

‘They have 15 pairs of legs.’ Who counted?
“...there are 6 legs on United...”

[I may have lied about this. Sorry about that.]

“And I am a snake head eating (snake head)...”

Making an Away Message about feeding onto facebook notes a blog of an archive of my Away Messages. Comments disabled because the resonance would be silly (if you want to tell me something, just use AIM in the first place). And I’m far too lazy and cryptic to tag shoutouts.

Going round again.

“...(snake head) The head on the opposite side...”

I seriously have some bad airport karma I need to work off.

There is no food which does not taste good fried in oil.

(This is probably not true, but a counterexample is so difficult to find that it might as well be.)

[Or would be, were fried watermelon apparently not common knowledge.]

“You wanna come get me? I'm not dressed.”

“I seem to be allergic to something you have on.”

If I eliminated from my potential dating pool all the females who B[]’s had a bad experience with...

“I had to sit B[] down and tell him to date me.”
I had to sit B[] down and tell him to date you.

“Who’s single and male who I’m friends with... Dammit. R[].”

“Have you always been that tall, Cl[]?”
Have you always been that single, Ca[]?

“I should just date J[].”
Didn’t you just try to? And didn’t it just not work?

“He doesn’t have a tragic flaw, except his choice in females.”
That’s too similar to mine: lack of choice in females.

“I think if we were to kiss that would be the line. And actually kiss, not that one time we were drunk.”

“Can I take your picture because you’re hot? Not slutty hot; Rachael Ray hot.”

She’s too hot for him.
“Yes, but he’s rich enough for her.”

Could you sell your soul for the salvation of all *mankind*?

If you're reading this and back in STL, stop by 6617 Wash Ave. Apt 2N around 8pm tonight. There will be a final party, but this time there will be Just Desserts.

Meat and Greet Ultima. Here ends the summer.

Could you sell your soul for the salvation of *all* mankind?

“I need an everyday location...”
“Purgatory.”

Episcopalian : Purgatory :: Catholicism : Hell

““...Fama di loro il mondo esser non lassa / misericordia e giustizia li sdegna: / non ragioniam di lor, ma guarda e passa.”.”

Could you sell your soul for the *salvation* of all mankind?

"Oh, I'm ready for it / Come on, bring it..."

Will have seen Snakes on a Plane, which clearly will have been awesome. Let me know if also will be at a midnight showing tonight (at 10pm?)

Could you sell your *soul* for the salvation of all mankind?

Officially hit the yes-the-start-of-school-would-be-nice-but-I-think-I'd-prefer-an-extra-week-or-2-of summer-at-this-point point.

I have this New Yorker cartoonesque image of a man going to a demonic pawnshop with a "CLOSED" sign on the door.

Could you *sell* your soul for the salvation of all mankind?

“I need something you hate that no one else does...”
Hyphens.
Well, actually, it’s dashes which I hate- that is, the doublehyphen, the emdash. But what I hate about hyphens is that there’s a distinction between them and dashes. Let there be only one typographical mark- the endash. Call it a dash, make it synonymous with a hyphen, and let there be no further punctuative deliberation. There needn’t be a difference.

Could *you* sell your soul for the salvation of all mankind?

*Could* you sell your soul for the salvation of all mankind?
Assume that there is at least one person you would sacrifice yourself for; as they are in the subset of all mankind, you might as well save a few others for your trouble, as it were. But wouldn’t they for you, being someone who’d them? Either by agreeing to the same sacrifice or ironically to spare you from such a decision, the devil would O. Henrily have you 2 sacrificing yourselves mutually, saving the complement you didn’t care enough about in order to inadvertently damn each other. Extrapolated to all of mankind: the part that would be worth salvaging would agree, so that all of mankind would sell their souls to the devil, and what remained could not be called humane. That’s the devil's way: sell your soul to save humanity, and discover that by doing so, it is lost. Religion and logic in agreement; selflessness gets martyred.

“order more
aisle free
trudge stuff
my feet ache another catalog
did I miss the shuttle ? are
is it time for dinner coffee
meet you at the hotel lunch
what’s show special let’s walk
new product booth break fast
I’m the buyer line drink ing
bus have look go bar at an
schwag bag for fun s ed we
where am badge to our room
yak with a rep get take bath”

Drawn back to free stuff. Poetic.

“Don't lose your grip on the dreams of the past...”

Nobody dies wishing that he spent more time on the computer.

"Your account has been disabled by an administrator. Please contact info@facebook.com for more information."

Easier to express myself with 1000 words than a picture.

“...with the eye of the tiger...”

I do not consider lying to be immoral. It might arguably be unethical, but I genuinely feel no guilt over doing it. Honestly, I think it makes the world a better place.

I am starting to realize tbat this opinion may be strange.

I generally don’t like chocolate cake, but do like pound cake. So clearly I need to try this chocolate pound cake, in the name of science.

“You need 4 people to have an orgy. 3 if one of them’s Sarah.”
Sarah is the exception to every rule.

I’m going to start going by “Cait”
Cait?
“Ugh no. What was I thinking?”
That lasted a whole 3 seconds.

Waking up causes grumpiness. Based on a sample size of 3. 2 of who are fictional.

“So, how single are you?”
On a scale from 1 to 2?

“If you’re 1 thing, you’re 0 things.”

Random cake is good + or 0 a constant.

“The best kind of free food is the kind someone else is paying for.”
Isn’t that the definition of free?
“I’m not going to lie. It kind of is.”
I’m not going to lie. That’s kind of quotable.

“Matt’s office looked like one giant cosmetic sale gone bad. “And what the hell’s JOE VIDEO?”

Annie’s chin came up. She crossed her arms stubbornly across her chest and said, “JOE VIDEO is the perfect man.”

Matt exploded. “Men aren’t perfect, boys and girls. And guess what? We don’t care. And do you know *why* we don’t care? Because a woman’s definition of the perfect man *today* always does a complete one-eighty when tomorrow rolls around.”

Annie tossed her head, distracting him for a moment when her long, silky hair swished back over her shoulder. He hadn’t noticed, but her hair was down and loose today, instead of pulled back in a tomboy ponytail the way she usually wore it. It was also the first time he’d noticed that she wasn’t wearing slacks, but a short sundress that showed off her long, shapely legs to perfection.

Matt’s *yow-za* mojo kicked in…”

Talladega Nights is silly, but it metarecognizes itself as such. The film will take an absurd moment, neither the most nor the least absurd, and address the implausibility in such a way that the realism is kept constant. It also has the effect, like in “Cars”, of belonging to a red state subgenre

Taco Party: it’s like a Lasagna Party, but with tacos instead of lasagna. If you're reading this and in town, stop by (6617 Wash Ave. Apt 2N) sometime tonight.

(Meat and Greet 4)

“Say the word forevermore...”

I am perfectly entitled to a silly teenage crush.
No matter what.

“...So let it be what it'll be...”

Not too late.
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They say a new millennium arrives.
We’re still awaiting only ninety-nine.
We’re the children of a decade and we know the future’s coming on fast.
We’re the children of the future and we know it cannot be held back.
We’re the children of an era whose innocence has already passed.
Hold out my wrist / twist back my blade / can’t take away / and *snap*.
There’re fifty things that you can do and I know every one,
So choose your own adventure and the color of your blood.
It’s crystal clear: I’m falling back in love.

The secrets of our universe expand beyond margin.
We don’t need babysitters but we’re home alone again.
Symbol to count / we go to ten / it’s not that late an hour.
We don’t remember where we were, somewhere beneath a tower.
The wall’s been down for oh so long; how can we be apart?
The map just keeps on changing the colors of the chart.
It’s crystal clear: I’m bleeding out the color of your heart.

We’re drawing to a full house and- cowabunga!- four of a kind.
We know some guy’ll fix everything with lots of stuff in little time.
They say that cloning’s science-fiction’s game.
They say that things will never be the same.
We’ve closed our eyes and opened up and entered in nirvana.
The mountainside / to see the sign / we all live prima donna.
They say the past is ever running long.
They say Perot is ever running strong.
It’s crystal clear: we can all get along.

The mouse tail’s growing bigger: a whole new world to flick.
We once practiced the keyboard, but now things simply *click*.
They say a new window’s opening soon.
They say a clear horizon’s shining through.
I stare into your eyes and enter the dimension third.
City rebuilt / within red wall / a chase around the world.
They say that things once left cannot come back.
They say we’ll never need what’s never lacked.
I’m living life right here right now.
It’s crystal clear: and how.

I need just one more chance to find the past I lost amid the mist.
They say nostalgia brings forth pain; instead it brings me only bliss.
Where were you when my youth was sown?
Where were you not that long ago?
I long to taste you on my lips.
I long to relive that first kiss.
It’s crystal clear just what I miss.
It’s crystal clear just what to do
To have another chance with you.
So tell me once and evermore
Why nothing else has gone before.
It’s crystal clear.

Not yet time.
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“Been spending most our lives...”
I am going to live in NYC.

But probably for only a year. As invigorating as the overwhelming assortment of compacted variety of activity of a sprawling city requiring nothing but one’s feet is, it has 2 faults: it is expensive and rude. Which is not a criticism of New Yorkers, but rather an objective statement of New York.

Spotting the Wordplay: as much about the city as the puzzle.
“...What can I say? / [] / The way things is going I don't know...”