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Wednesday, January 4, 2006


   I knew it, I knew it . . . oh how I knew this would happen . . .
So, traditionally this would be a point in the year where I would quote Billy Madison and start going "back to school, back to school . . ." . . this semester, though, all I can think of is how "Civ IV" is gonna ruin my education. Almost makes me wonder if my brother had this intention all along for some sick reason or something . . . probably not, but still. Fun game, but I'm playing it waaaay too much.

Ahem, that said, today is the first day back to school. I'd better not sleep in. I have morning classes again after almost a year of none. Dang, I'm hooped . . . but, at least my days end at about 2pm this time around. That shall be my silver lining . . . until it starts raining again (which it will).

That said, I still haven't really cleaned up my room since Christmas. I have all these open packages and boxes all over my floor right now . . . maybe I'll take care of that tonight while I load up my clipboards and other school-type stuff. Something to think about, in any case.

So, anyone else going back to school this week or anything? Anyone done school and feel like gloating? 'Cause I'll let ya, y'know. With one more semester to go myself, I'd imagine being done done would be a nice feeling . . . . . heh, but first, must read! And write! And study!

. . . . . . and maybe beat up Alexander and the Greeks a little more once they feel like they wanna pick a fight again . . . not Roosevelt and the Americans, though. They've had a rough game (funny enough, through attacks by Saladin and the Arabs), so I like to help them as much as I can (I'm playing as Queen Elizabeth/England) . . . . . oh man, the modern parallels amuse me to no end . . . the fact that I wiped out Napoleon/France just makes it more amusing . . . . .

Okay! Gotta stop playing! See ya.


Random SomeGuy Trivia: Who knows what a Texas Cloverleaf is? It's a pro wrestling leg/back thing not dissimilar to a Sharpshooter or Boston Crab, except the attacker locks the other person's legs into the figure-four position solely with his arms . . . um, consider googling a picture or this, maybe. In any case, should I ever feel the need to spontaneously put someone into a wrestling lock, this is my preferred choice as resistant leg-kicking is less of an issue with this one than many of the others.

If that was too much for you, here's a layman's trivia: I grew up watching a lot of professional wrestling.


[EDIT:] Okay, I have to share this e-mail I just got from my Children's Lit' prof' for today. This is just too good . . .

"...Happy New Year, and welcome to Studies in Children's Literature. I thought we could use the first class to think about how modern Anglo-American culture tends to construct childhood. With that end in mind, I'd like to invite you each to bring an object (or a photo of a place or even a memory) that you associate particularly strongly with your childhood. Anything will do: a toy, a book, an article of clothing, something you collected when you were little, etc. I'll
invite members of the class to use the object to introduce themselves and to comment on what the object suggests about how western culture thinks about childhood.

Don't miss the opportunity: this may be the last show-and-tell of your lives.
See you in Scarfe 201..."

Methinks I'll bring Ben. Y'know, the crooked-mouthed teddy bear.

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