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It's a good afternoon. Test went well-ish, finally some sunshine, and nothing else to do all day. I need some good old-fashioned free time in my life.


Recent Quotes:

"Don't ever eat the cookie taco." - Adam, at lunch

"Once your liver and spleen explode, you're kinda... you're pretty much going to die." - Chemistry lecturer, on the disease leishmaniasis

"Happy Birthday..." - Sam, to a professor, right before starting to take her sweatshirt off (which pulled her T-shirt with it a bit), so the effect was something like "Happy Birthday!" [strips]


Walking home from lunch, I decided that if my first choice for hero superpower is unreasonable, then I would like the ability to control ice cream. Like, generate high-pressure streams of soft-serve from my hands or throw popsicles that explode into sprinkles or something. I could bury my enemies under an avalanche of neapolitan, or at least give them nasty brain freeze. I think that would be fun, and I could keep all my friends entertained with frosty treats.

As far as last night goes, if there is such a thing as a lobster high, Dan and I were on it. Between the two of us and the claws we gave to Steve (who decided he liked lobster after giving his to Dan) we polished off 13 of the things. At a modest $10 a pop, that means we each ate over $50 in crustacean alone. The rationale was that we got our money's worth... for this year and all the other ones. Needless to say, this goes down in history as the best lobster night ever.


["Don't you mean... bizarro lobster night?"]