Young artists

Nice thing about college, you get weird graffiti. Currently there are slogans ranging from the educated - "We hang petty thieves and elect great ones to office" - to the random - "Welcum [sic] to your DOOM!" - to the just plain incomprehensible: "End the Fed", "Defeat is (not) bitter sweat - unless you swallow it".

I also kinda like the stencil of a cat with a hand choking it, saying "HALP!"

Why sleep is important

Don't ask why the car would be pointed along the railroad track.

Ode to a Rusty SUV

That fateful night the car was stalled
Upon the railroad track
I did not see the train approach,
It smashed into my back.

Rust Angel, will you bear me?
Rust Angel, will you save me?
Will you keep me from above,
And save me for the ones I love?

The car went flying through the air,
And flipping end to end.
It landed by the tracks, and rolled
Down from that fateful bend.

Rust Angel, will you bear me?
Rust Angel, will you save me?
Will you keep me from above,
And save me for the ones I love?

The car was smashed beyond repair,
The wheels spun fitfully.
But I was only bruised and scratched,
As I crawled from the debris.

Rust Angel, will you bear me?
Rust Angel, will you save me?
Will you keep me from above,
And save me for the ones I love?

Profitable careers

Glazier at Crystal Lake
Starbucks in Springwood
Purveyor of explodium to Hollywood

Braaains

I know, I know...gleeful mutilation of a sacred classic.

O country stalked by terror plague
By waves of undead grain
Your mountain heights no refuge prove,
Yet less your open plain!
O Zombieland, our Zombieland!
More shotguns do we need,
Or they may overwhelm us yet,
And on our brains soon feed!

O trampled now by undead feet
That leave a rotting mess,
And mutilated chunks of meat
Still wrapped in shredded dress!
O Zombieland, our Zombieland!
How long can we survive
When zombies round our walls abound,
With hordes yet to arrive?

WoW...

Dashing through the town
Seeking things to slay
See me hunt them down
Slashing all the way
Spells fly everywhere
Making flashing light
What fun it is to hack and slash
And murder things tonight!

Oh, swords and spells,
Swords and spells,
See me gleefully
Hack to pieces anyone
Who crosses paths with me!

How to scare a parent

Walk out of a pathogenic microbiology lab involving playing with disease-causing organisms (obviously...) with your hand dripping red.

I'd forgotten how messy Gram stains were. Emphasis on the "stain". I spend the next few days with hands decorated with large purple, red, and brown blotches.

Observation

It's mildly embarrassing to be scarfing down pizza during a lecture on healthy eating.

Phrases I can no longer hear without snickering

Gazebo/spatula/tuberculosis
Two, four, six, eight
He's dead
Que sera, sera
I hold your hand
It could be worse
Ramparts
Tracts of land
Fjords
Who's next
Warehouse
Tequila
Everything is going to be all right

And more...

Live and learn

Today's lessons:

Snow is wet.
Wet glasses are slippery.
Sledding down a bumpy hill imparts fairly severe jolts to aforementioned glasses.
Glasses coming off in mid-slope is somewhat distracting.
And a distraction while going downhill very rapidly, on an unsteerable sled, while suddenly finding oneself unable to see, is somewhat...painful.

Are we feeling enlightened yet?