I’m still alive everyone - I have lots to say but no way to make the synaptic firings in my head make sense on paper or on the computer without it making no sense to anyone. So much of it is contextually based or semi-private in the dealings with my brothers in Sigma Phi Beta that I’m not sure if this is an appropriate venue to vent. Grrr.
Kisses!
My mother emailed me today and apparently does not like being called a harbinger of doom. But the good news is she is mailing me my pot.
I love you mommy dearest 
My dear mother, the harbinger of doom, has been forwarding me obituaries this week. The saddest by far is the one for Art Sloan who is the best teacher I ever had and one of my favorites to this day.
After I graduated High School in ‘96 I went on a 3 or 4 week trip through Europe that was organized by Mr. Sloan - we visited Madrid, Paris, Florence, Rome, Venice, Salzburg, Lucerne, Munich, Amsterdam and London under his somewhat close supervision.
I have so many fond memories from this trip and from the two classes I took with him. In my junior year I took Humanities from him which was a arts/music/literature class co-taught with him and another teacher. He liked to fall asleep during that class (it was first hour) when the other teacher was lecturing. When he would talk he would always make this “nyaaay” sound kinda like “OK” as he went through his lectures. One of the funniest moments was when we were supposed to be using our newly developed skills of describing fine art in the terms that are applied to the certain period the work comes from. He had up a slide of a famous painting from the Baroque period and told the class to NOT describe it as “Just don’t say ‘there is a girl in a pink dress on a swing’ actually describe the nuances of it.” So to mess with Mr. Sloan’s head, the other teacher put up that slide (with him facing the class) and started to describe it.  He was highly amused when he realized what it was.
Teaching was an accidental occupation for him - he told us that he only intended to do it for a semester to fill in a spot at the Lawrence Public Schools. But he fell in love with the job and stuck with it for his entire career. He was very passionate about his teaching and his love of the subject brushed off on to his students. He won teacher of the year so many times that I can’t remember. He was 55 and had just retired last May.
He will be missed.
The folks at Faithfull Word Baptist Church need to do a better job at proof reading before they litter my streets with their word:
1. Admit you are a sinner. For all have sinned, and come short of the glory of Go; (Romans 3:23)
This is why spell check AND a good proof reading are necessary.
Duh.
Another day another random action figure picture. Classes are going fairly well - they at least still provide me with entertainment. I think I may be one of the only people in history to take a Women’s Studies class to scope out hot boys.
Rush starts with SPB this wednesday. I’ve been placed in charge of making a new paddle for the fraternity since the old one was.. rather dumb looking.
Yesterday was a very strange day for me. I woke up and was craving coffee like an addict but didn’t want to have to get dressed to go to Starbucks. Then I remembered I bought a coffee pot just for that occasion. So I made some coffee and went about being all domestic and unloading the dishwasher. By the time I was done the coffee was ready (I was moving slow you see) and I went about making my first cup. I decided that I wanted something a little more special than just plain black coffee with Splenda and remembered that I had bought some irish cream!
This turned out to be one of those bad ideas. By the time I was done with the pot of coffee, I had quite a nice little buzz going and I was yelling at the TV! Kinda like how one would envision a sports fanatic yelling at a basketball game or a football game. But it was much worse in my case. I was yelling at a movie that I was watching off my DVR - this was one of those cheesy SciFi channel Saturday Night movies. It was completely predictable, scientifically unfounded (come on, at least TRY OK?) and poorly acted that I about had a fit. Well I did have a fit since I was yelling at it. Fo’ Shizzle.
I found this top-50 list through MetaFilter and I had to share it with you, my loyal readers: The BEAST: 50 Most Loathsome People in America, 2005. It stars such notable names as Martha Stewart, George Lucas, Tom Cruise and most of the crooks politicians in today’s headlines.
Commercials that gross me out:
Gross.
This weeks episode, while quite good, was not nearly as heart-pounding or sweaty-palm-inducing as last weeks.
Nice to see in make-believe land that abortion is a hot-button issue too! And what was with that commercial with the Cylon fetus all about?
Cookie: would you let your boyfriend give you head while you were watching Battlestar Galactica Kanga: during commercial breaks
Yes, that is how much I like Battlestar Galactica.
