I actually didn’t hate the cluster system until 1pm yesterday.

Double, check.
Withdraw, the question.
Cluster,

“Social science is a vacuum.”

If anyone has any advice on particularly easy or painless SS courses/clusters among those being offered next semester, let me know.

[This would have been a funnier Away Message if my memory were better.]

“I have completed the first step towards my lifelong goal of becoming a robot.”
Robot teeth are the first step? What’s second?
“A robot circulatory system?”
Why can’t robots just use blood? I mean, the iron thing makes sense.
“Actually, it does make sense. <swears> Now you’ve got me thinking about blood-robots.”

I'm not going to be that kid.
"I'll be that kid."
Don't be that kid.

Porphyry was that kid.

Argh, I should have brought a water bottle. <checks> Argh. Okay, I'm going to run and buy one. Anyone else want anything?
"Can you fill up my water bottle?"
Wow. You so do go camping.

I dreamt. I was surrounded by books.

"Hey, can you bring me back a latte or a cappuccino?"
Wow. You so don't go camping.

Team Arrested Development Season 4 was unfortunately prematurely canceled. Given a series of upsets towards the end, how much the disastrously random seeding effects the results could not be extrapolated. But despite certain irregularities in the tournament structure, some very close games were played.

Let the veterans grumble: it’s not as good as it used to be.

Self-destruct.

This is one of those days when a hand that otherwise should win is going to lose in such a way that nothing can be done about it.

The saddest words in the English language are I can’t do this.

When in doubt, be Machiavellian.

Dear St. Louis Weather,
Be less bipolar.
Yours truly,

Operation Apparation.

Is is = = 1?

(What is, the meaning of this.)

The Illusionist unfortunately forces comparison to “The Prestige”; for the latter is better. While the former tells a story, with plot and characters and setting, the latter transcends to be a spectacle, a thing to be seen. And yet this probably depends on perspective. Seen as an in-flight film while leaving the country hours after reconcluding a relationship begun with lies and deceit, I liked it.

Half of the fun of seeing The Prestige is being amazed. The other half is turning to the other stunned audience members afterwards to discuss awedly how it was done.

Make stuff up

(Suspicious of Whistlers, Gargoyle, tonight, 8pm, free, improv comedy)

“I've been toying with the idea of getting a moped and using it to get around longer suburban distances, and even more serious interstate travel. I think I probably won't do it because of the getting killed part, and also how easy they are to steal. But I've been having fun poking things into google and checking the 'avoid highways' box to see how it would go.”

Dreams and European buses are the best ways to travel.

“It would be easier if google maps had an 'avoid the ghetto' box.”

Not enough time to see myself.
Not enough time to be seen as myself.

(Half half-finished.)

Does anyone have a pair of black gloves I could borrow? (Or alternatively, some time and ambition?)

It seems that everytime I buy a loaf of bread this year, the back half disintegrates into mold.

Scripted.

“Stop this nonsense! Look at you two gentlemen! Acting like children! Shame on you. Both. Both crybabies. Stop this nonsense. Immediately.”

Enter Enter/Exeunt