Why don't YOU think of a funny title for a change?

My connection works again.

I haven't done a thing in the past two days, although I found an amusing missprint in a book I own. It repeated about fifty pages and then restarted thirty pages after the missprint, leaving a large chunk of the book essentialy missing. Good thing I had already read it a few years ago, and this was just a new copy. I'd return it, but I chucked the recipt.

Speaking of books, I bought a few in B-town on Wednesday with a gift card. World War Z and one by the guy who wrote Fight Club (he needs a new last name, I always pronounce it as phallunkiicks, or some variation on that).

Me and Kyle have decided to go looking for Matt, or possibly visit Kathy and Mia. I need to get out of the house.

I hate Kingdom Connection.

My Internet connection has been kaput since last week. I'm amazed I'm even on now. Christmas went well. I got a PSP, but then had to go drop fifty something dollars for a memory stick or whatever. I thought that was pretty lame, but I'm not complaining much.

I didn't hear back from the Physical Plant, so it looks like I'm jobless for the break.

Kyle just told me something funny. I can't say what is though. I'll leave you all to ponder it.

You'd think I would have more to say after such a long lapse, but there's not much. I'm contemplating getting a pet tarantula or a scorpion. I'd use it to terrify certain people. Kathy would probably think it was cute though.

Watch out for the Crumpus.

I went to B-town (Burlington) with Kyle today at around two. The weather was foul. We saw maybe five or so accidents, one they had to close part of route 2 for. Still, we made it and picked up Kevin, Geoff, and Keri and then went shopping. I got the old man a funny present. I'm going to try to take a picture of his face when he opens it.

The Bible exam was pretty easy, I thought. I new all the answers, so...yeah. I also managed to process a check request for the Critic in record time. They should have faculty parties more often. That way you can them all in one place to sign stuff you need them all to sign.

I'm not on my lap top, so no pictures today. Maybe later I'll transfer some nice ones.

There are no pumpkins in coffee.

Looks like Tak spiced up my layout. I approve.

Remember how I said I was going to put snow pics up? Yeah, well I lied. Someone took the snowblower to the driveway before I got a chance. Apparently they wanted to be able to leave or something lame like that.

The above was taken several years ago. Don't ask me the number, that's math major stuff. I'm the guy in the black above the guy in the red. It's a picture of the TWF, the backyard wrestling federation I used to belong to. We had our monthly shows broadcast on the college's TV channel. KATV or something. I wonder if they show reruns?

I was reminded partially because we were all at the Critic gathering last night and Jordan reminded me of it. That and I was browsing through my photos looking for something that wouldn't get me fired to post for your viewing pleasure.

Here's an interesting fact: LSC used to have a backyard wrestling club. They went to House meetings, had a budget, the whole nine yards. LSWF I think it was called. I can't imagine the trouble they had to go through to get that that ship sailing.

I remember wanting to start a billiards club, but then I found out there already was one. Sadly, they never met. An innactive club is actually worse than a non-existant one. If a club doesn't exist, interested parties can create the thing. On the other hand, if the club exists but can't be found *cough*SPRI, AKA the ghost hunting club,*cough* anyone wanting join is more or less up a creek.

Deb's making pumpkin spice coffee for the Writing Center...I can't remember if that flavor was horrid or not. I'll let you know next time.

The snow took my car.

I'm not going to work tonight. The weather is pretty much awful, so I e-mail everyone telling there were free hours.

I didn't crash Saturday night at Kathy's like usual because I wanted to avoid the snow. It was clear most of the day, but now it seems like coming home was a good idea. Tomorrow should be fine. I'll go nab my portfolio and then do my hours before heading over to the Critic exam.

I keep running over my toes with this stupid chair...I'll take pictures of my buried car tomorrow and post them so you can learn to fear and hate the winder up here, if you don't already.

Strange smells in the WritingCenter.

You smell that? It smells like the last day of classes. Smells like a lot of snow, to tell the truth. I don't like snow, but last winter was a little creepy. It was January thaw weather the whole way through except for the end where it froze.

Here's why I'm glad I took the Bible as Literature class: I can now argue with my brother on a topic he likes to argue about, and know more than him. Usually he sticks to science and junk where he's got the high ground, but this time I've got him! Ha!

Next Thursday looks to be long. At 1:30, I'm off to B-town to shop and see my brother. I'm not interesting in crashing the night there, but I might change my mind by then.

I need like, seventy tetrabytes....that okay?

You have no idea how nice it was to put the finish touches on the last issue of the Critic for the semester. Ten issues and we didn't crash and/or burn once. Next semester I'll have a fresh crew, some of which are actually into journalism which means I might be able to turn my attentions to stuff that isn't writing articles and assigning stories. Stuff like ads and making something the next editor can build off from instead of this Throw Them to the Wolves setup that's been going for I don't know how many years.

I've got some billing info to sort out, plus the Critic's constitution needs something done to it. They neglected to tell the clubs just what the problem with their constitutions were, so a few of us are a little worried.

Christmas shopping for Kathy next week. Need to check my pictures for middle fingers...whoops.

Lets see...I think I can pretty much relax a little now, even though it doesn't feel like it.