Thursday, October 16, 2008
The Great Trip
Today, a select handful of government students visited the glorious City of Brotherly Love. Under the pretense of historical intellect saturation, we engaged in all manner of heinous shenanigans. On the bus ride there, Brooks and Nathan took in the marvelous cinematic achievement Happy Gilmore while Michael and Darsh viewed the spectacle of the Princess Bride. Then we arrived. We were subjected to a bombastic presentation recalled by rote by a hideous employee of the National Constitution Center. This scholar imbued us with the true meaning of "WE THE PEOPLE". Then...JIM'S MOTHERFUCKIN STEAKS. Omg, best Philly cheesesteaks ever. Following this gastronomic masterpiece, Thomas and I visited the site of a Starbucks, whereupon we purchased two coffees. Nabil then obscured his location, sending the two of us on a haphazard journey into the recesses of the soul. Eventually, the rest of our group was located and we traveled to Independence Hall. This was a most edifying experience, which was the last of our trip. The bus returned, and we made our way back to our welcoming hometown, with much tomfoolery on the ride there. I then hiked on foot to my humble abode, and proceeded to transcribe this detailed account.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Monday, October 6, 2008
squares and triangles
Hence the commality of all thou prodigious beings of the "writers" within here group assuming a role in the product of entanglement "4A" I shall hope that our thoughts may concour as to the genuity of our ephemeral galleries. Speaking for thine's own self, I found a personable group, and I believe that perserverance shall be in great demand for a result of an efficacious proportion. For fortuitousness shall be of need or slimly occurance may be contemporary to the grand. Even the professionals appear to exercize a reliance on a near dereliction. So how am I to be amiable when the spoils are not mine to share? So bottom line, how are these projects going be any good if professionals that spend weeks to months on them have half of theirs turn out to be shit?
The Powderpuff Game
A legendary tournament for the ages, illustrated by this marvelous photo. Chortle away, but know that we're more comfortable with our sexuality than you.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
A Conversation, in Shakespearean verse
Joe: Was there English homework?
Kevin: That is unbeknownst to me. But I believe we're just supposed to reflect on Hinduism.
Joe: Ok. Apparently Creed's class was supposed to write about that video.
Kevin: That ain't us I don't think so. Tell me if ye finds it to be so.
Joe: I shall always have your back. In the event of a homework sneak attack.
Kevin: May I callest thou a friend?
Joe: Thou mayest, insofar as thou reciprocate the goodwill showest to thou.
Kevin: And nothing of one worth me. For I do not rollest that way.
Joe: I speak not of tendencies deemed aberrant, but of adhering to the simple bro code.
Kevin: I got all of that but aberrant
Joe: Devious, odd.
Kevin: Ah, but of course.
Joe: Faretheewell, fortuitous friend. For fun and folly are fleeting, and must be felt when in fine, not feeble form.
Kevin: Has something of miasma or illness been foreboding upon thou? Becausith thou must succumb or my joculant self will become the maiden's pity.
Joe: A plague of labor, inflicted by the instructors of my youthful daily fortress of imprisonment, indicative of my heightened state of cognitive perception, but also a curse brought about by it. Therein lies the rub, which may only be extinguished by surrender, which will no sooner come about than I eat a salamander in my daily porridge.
Kevin: Haha. I don't think I have any homework.
Kevin: That is unbeknownst to me. But I believe we're just supposed to reflect on Hinduism.
Joe: Ok. Apparently Creed's class was supposed to write about that video.
Kevin: That ain't us I don't think so. Tell me if ye finds it to be so.
Joe: I shall always have your back. In the event of a homework sneak attack.
Kevin: May I callest thou a friend?
Joe: Thou mayest, insofar as thou reciprocate the goodwill showest to thou.
Kevin: And nothing of one worth me. For I do not rollest that way.
Joe: I speak not of tendencies deemed aberrant, but of adhering to the simple bro code.
Kevin: I got all of that but aberrant
Joe: Devious, odd.
Kevin: Ah, but of course.
Joe: Faretheewell, fortuitous friend. For fun and folly are fleeting, and must be felt when in fine, not feeble form.
Kevin: Has something of miasma or illness been foreboding upon thou? Becausith thou must succumb or my joculant self will become the maiden's pity.
Joe: A plague of labor, inflicted by the instructors of my youthful daily fortress of imprisonment, indicative of my heightened state of cognitive perception, but also a curse brought about by it. Therein lies the rub, which may only be extinguished by surrender, which will no sooner come about than I eat a salamander in my daily porridge.
Kevin: Haha. I don't think I have any homework.
Joe's Miniature Film Reviews
Our resident film connoisseur, Joe, would like to weigh in from time to time on the state of modern cinema. His thoughts on some recent ventures in the celluloid marketplace:
Eagle Eye: Infuriating, pretentious, contrived, shallow, preposterous, unoriginal salamander manure. Your critic spent the majority of this film pondering the substances the creators were under the influence of during it's making. Shia LaBoeuf gives a performance so stilted, it makes Keanu Reeves look like a versatile, well-rounded, master thespian. The sheer banality of the plot incites a veritable cornucopia of vitriol in the mind of this lowly interpreter. A mindless slug would be unimpressed with this slapdash assemblage of half-assed, pea-brained, bamboozling garbage.
Eagle Eye: Infuriating, pretentious, contrived, shallow, preposterous, unoriginal salamander manure. Your critic spent the majority of this film pondering the substances the creators were under the influence of during it's making. Shia LaBoeuf gives a performance so stilted, it makes Keanu Reeves look like a versatile, well-rounded, master thespian. The sheer banality of the plot incites a veritable cornucopia of vitriol in the mind of this lowly interpreter. A mindless slug would be unimpressed with this slapdash assemblage of half-assed, pea-brained, bamboozling garbage.
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