Thursday, October 28, 2004

You were spared
I came here today with the intent of getting into an election-eve speel about my views and so forth.

But I stopped myself.

Because, you see, I don't want to rant and rave to people who just don't care. It wastes my time and yours.

So, if you actually care what I think, and say so, I'll post it. If not, I'll carry on with my life.

Exercise your power to choose.

I'm going to get a lot of classwork done tomorrow, and I'm running off a good grade high; I got a B - on my Humanities test, which I was sure I failed.

You see, my instructor kept emphasizing techniques and styles and periods. So, I studied techniques and styles and periods: concepts, which I take to more readily than details.

The test consisted almost entirely of "Name the picture and the artist" questions, questions I could have easily prepared myself for, if I'd known that's how she tested. But since that wasn't what was stressed, how could I know?

Sigh.

But I still got a B-, which ain't too bad.

(Julia (<3!) got a 117, which only proves my theory that she's a genious.)

And, I've become civically motivated; I want to petition to change the main courtyard on the campus to a non-smoking area. We have ten or so smoking areas on a relativly small campus; why should the nicest area of the school be a smoking zone?

This might make me unpopular with the smokers, but what'll they do? Chase me? I think I can outrun a bunch of emphazimics.

Okay, maybe I can't, because I'm asthmatic, but at least I was born with bad lungs; I didn't get them by inhaling toxic fumes.

I usually don't mention current comic developements lately, but for anyone who's familiar with the Spider-Man mythos, here's something:

Are you reading the Sins Past arc in Amazing? If not, let me summerize it:

Before he death, Gwen Stacy had an affair with Norman Osborn, bore his children, and put them up for adoption in Europe.

Is that freaky, or what? Ewww.

And, on a sad note, due to complications with his recent knee surgery, my favorite current Spidey writer Paul Jenkins is bowing out, and his title will soon be cancelled. I'm sad, but he had a solid run. Too bad his last arc was the horrible editorial mandadte "Disassembled"...

And now, Halloween developements:

There was a Halloween "Bash" on my campus today, complete with a costume contest. since my Doctor Octopus costume was in my trunk, I changed into it and entered. I took fourth.

Third place belongs to a girl in a Halle Berry Catwoman suit, complete with whip. Second was a police woman whose skirt was way to short to be police-issued. First place could only be described as "Little Red Riding Ms. October".

Yeah, I really couldn't compete with that; even I voted for Catwoman.

But I beat the Jedi and the pirate.

And my dad took some digital pics of me in costume; expect those...well, whenever I get 'em.

Thought of the moment: I have a new chair!

Quote of the moment: "Heigh ho. How's it going?" -Toguro, "Yu-Yu Hakusho"

Song of the moment:

"Grim Grinning Ghosts", as performed by the Barenaked Ladies

When the crypt doors creak
and the tombstones quake
Spooks come out for a swinging wake
Happy haunts materialize
And begin to vocalize
Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize



Now don't close your eyes
And don't try to hide
Or a silly spook may sit by your side
Shrouded in a daft disguise
They pretend to terrorize
Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize



As the moon climbs high o'er dead oak tree
Spooks arrive for the midnight spree
Creepy creeps with eerie eyes
Start to shriek and harmonize
Grim grinning ghosts come out socialize



When you hear the knell of a requiem bell
Weird glows gleam where spirits dwell
Restles bones etherealize
Rise as spooks of every size



Grim grinning ghosts come out to socialize
Grim grinning ghosts come out
Grim grinning ghosts come out
To socialize

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