…and from the squad that brought you the Bush/Blair love duet: Even more insanity!
Camelot!
(It’s only a musical)
T-BARR REMAINS FOREVER MY HTML SAVIOR.
I spend five consecutive hours trying to figure out a glitch in the code, redoing images and setups left and right, then he comes online and finds and fixes the problem in ten minutes. Zounds. *hero worships*
Hate tables. Hate web design. Hate internet. Now packing baggage to run away and become Amish and/or Luddite. *looks for a loom to smash*
Public service announcement: Dear gravy, VSP2 is going to blow VSP1 out of the water. The line art Mon has shown me is absolutely STUNNING. I can’t wait to start CGing! *is giddy*
I mean… wow, these blueprints for the second 50-foot-tall LeatherPants!Draco statue are looking fine and dandy! I can’t wait to start stealing the copper wiring out of houses and melting down the lead!
Dude! Just saw the long-lost older brother of Carrot Ironfoundersson in the Hill dining hall. He had to have been something like 7 1/2 feet. I’m 5’9″, and when I walked by him to get a judgement on proportion, the top of my head didn’t even reach his armpit. Good gravy. I should have asked him for his name, then tracked him down in three years when I stage “Men at Arms.” Zounds.
*GLEE*
VIMES IS IN “MONSTROUS REGIMENT”!!!!! AND IT COMES OUT IN THE US ON SEPT. 30TH!!!! I thought it was going to be November!
*Glee, glee, glee*
Vimes and William de Worde and vampires and Igors and werewolves, oh my! *explodes in a tiny ball of happy*
Wah. Convenient Local Comic Book Store is incompetent and has not yet ordered “Sandman: Endless Nights.” But I shall be Patient and Loyal and wait until they receive their shipment, rather than skipping off to the Other, Less Convenient, Yet Well-Stocked Comic Book Store That Requires Use of Public Transit.
I suppose this is a downside of growing up in Dallas — you get so used to having a car.
::cackles:: Campus legend has it that any Freshman that walks over the compass on Locust Walk (the main campus artery) will fail his or her first midterm, unless he or she sleeps with someone under The Button (a massive Claes Oldenburg sculpture in front of Van Pelt Library). Like a good boo, I have studiously avoided any contact with said compass. However, my friend Jing had walked over the compass several times before she heard the legend, so she figured she was doomed anyway and now takes no heed of the ominous forbodings of upperclassmen. While walking to lunch together after Java, we walked through the compass square — I ritually skirting its perimeter and Jing carelessly walking over its edge. I chided Jing for her lack of respect for campus legend and warned her not to toy with the anger of the Vengeful Undead Spirit of Benjamin Franklin. She laughed. However, I fear that this may come back to haunt her. She managed to get through the line faster than I (I got a smoothie in addition to my Chick-Fil-A), and held a table for us. And while she sat waiting, someone accidentally stepped on a ketchup packet and spattered one of Jing’s pantlegs with tomatoey doom — the pantleg of the foot that stepped on the compass. She never saw who did it. When she told me what had happened, I instantly knew that the Vengeful Undead Spirit of Benjamin Franklin was behind it. I warned her: next time, it will be blood!
The moral: Don’t mess with campus legend. It’s not worth the risk.
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