Not going to talk about this past week. Ever.

All-nighters cause lower GPAs, usually through a lack of understanding of logic.

Merely existing.

Secret Santa FAQ
Q1: I haven't received a name yet!
A1: Check your facebook message Inbox. If it's not there, let me know, and I'll have the name sent to you again.

Q2: I received myself!
A2: You're a sick freak.

Q4: Can I make my own gift?
A4: Sure! The idea is to have fun and not get arrested.

Q5: Can I shoplift my gift from the campus bookstore?
A5: No. I'm not bailing you out this time, L[].

Q8: How can you have a cognitional and personal synthesis in the articulated unity of a field conception of time in which the future has primacy?
A8: oh look at the time gotta go

Lox : salmon :: prosciutto : pepperoni

Deny everything, without shame.

“Tell me again, you moaning myrtles of midnight, you mothers and fathers of aborted bananas and wombat whittling! Tell me truthfully.”

The Gaze: free improv tonight at 8pm in the Gargoyle.
See it.

Fatuous.

There is a 41% chance that drinking diet soda causes being overweight rather than being overweight causes drinking diet soda.

“What kind of music do you like?”
Not country.
“I said music.”
That's the best retort I've ever heard to my standard answer.

Apparently I’m an adult. Be all mature and straightforward. Ew. How did that happen? Nevermind, I know the answer: 5 months ago.

Intention: May.

It’s stuff like this that makes me sad the Daily Show is on strike.

Whatever I Can Get -> Networking captures perfectly the way in which facebook has sold out.

With Whatever I Can Get no longer being an option, there is a lack of the implicit inverse. Thus it is no longer shown that I’m not looking for what I can't get.

“P[] left his facebook logged on.”
“Leave it. <pause> Open, not alone.”

“And I guess that's why they call it the blues…”

Got talked into seeing a hockey game, completing a mild desire intended since the 2002 Olympics instead of doing work. While compared to other sports, the relative increase in entertainment value between watching live and watching on TV seemed low, it was definitely correct to not reject a seat at a game. Winning against Chicago, it was a good night: 3-1 victory.

Thanks, but as a male I cannot in good conscience turn down a hockey game for a sorority pre-rush banquet.

Poetry in motion.

“Oh, this night is too long…”

Figure out the logistics.
Bet $10 on it.
Follow the bouncing ball.
Hear the music.
Swing and pull and spin around.
Treasure the past.
Get your picture taken for the first time.
And again.
And again.
Take out your phone and make the call.
Wire money to Mexico.
Sneak in.
Get spotted.
Run for your life.
Don’t look down.
Don’t ask questions.
Ignore what they’re doing.
Wear someone else’s hat and coat.
Eat pie.
Miss you most of all.
Scarecrow.

“…In the end it's worthwhile…”

You’ll feel better in the morning.

"I ran away from X because I need to be Y and X wasn't very Y and now I'm kicking myself in the Z."

If I weren't going to not start something, I wouldn't have not done it by now.

“You guys talked about sex without me?”
Yes. We also talked, without you, about sex.

Why do you *tell* me,
Godzilla stomping Bambi?
Because I'm not cruel.

“Touched” is the right word.

Worshipped by pagan rites, to Great Lunar Diana of Nemi
Lollygaggers come! Druids, invoke Forasté!

“There once were some peeps in a traveling cult.
Not getting why their signs always caused a tumult.
They entreated Diana of moon-ruling powers
With Nazi swastikas and wee pot o’ flowers.
Since Nemi, however, after finding no peace,
They settled in Elea with real shrines like Greece!
Love, The Druids <3”

Tape Side Tape Side Tape
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As pain remains, to see
Identity
Escape the fate of being free
From passion, so will we.

“That reminds me of a Thanksgiving tradition…”
<sigh> Going around the table and saying what we're thankful for.
“No…”“But that is a good idea! I had completely forgotten. Why don't you start?”
Sorry, everyone.
Thanks.

Gobble gobble gobble squawk splat

“…and finally I'm thankful for rediscovering my best friend.”
“Oh? Online?”
“No. <points to husband> Him.”

Hitman is gratuitous, but in neither an artistic nor a crude manner. It is almost bland, offering what it does with merely mediocre cursory attention to the rest. In some ways this simple world of the stoic savior is alluring. So many questions aren’t answered, but, not having an answer, they aren’t even asked.