Well, I spent yet another good weekend with Jen up in Chicago. While there, Jen decided to introduce me to the wonders of Fry’s Electronics. We must have wandered around that cornucopia of whimsical gadgetry for four hours, witnessing all things from Zener diodes to anime. While meandering aimlessly between towering racks stuffed with empty computer cases and vacuum sealed astronaut food, I acquired a 1GB Sony flash drive for $70 without any rebates. I also managed to inspire a newly-opened metal DDR pad to irreversibly malfunction. Not sure what happened on that count, but the back arrow became permanently activated; nice quality pads for $200, now I’m really glad I bought Cobalt Flux instead.

Here we see our government doing everything it can to stop terrorism. Boy, I bet those filthy vermin threatening our planes with Zippos are quaking in their boots.

Personally, I believe this doesn’t go far enough. For maximum safety, clothing should be banned, and body-cavity searches mandatory, for all mass-transit. Passengers should also be incapacitated to prevent possible physical violence, stuffed into sterilized Safety-Bags(tm) equipped with breathing apparatus, and inserted into Safety-Compartments(tm) in lieu of seats. This would also solve that pesky problem of passenger accommodation; sleeping passengers stacked like cord-wood increase profits!

Bettina, one of the people in the Anime Club in these here parts, gave me a link today that I just have to share.

I am a Japanese Schoolteacher

This is of course, the continuing story of an American in Japan, relating his Gaijin experience. All I can say after reading it, is that it’s a shame his Gaijin Perimeter didn’t protect him from all of those Kancho attacks.

For everyone that didn’t figure it out, I’m not really going to seminary. Could you really imagine me in such an environment? While I imagine the experience would be enlightening, and I’d probably learn volumes about the past, insanity would undoubtedly follow.

Well… Becky’s endless wheedling has ultimately convinced me to go back to school. Though my thoughts to this end have thus-far been minimal, the seemingly endless cascade of C&G; alumni turning a blind eye to the working world has piqued my curiosity. Obviously there is some ubiquitous and intangible force directing us to the obsidian oblivion that is academia. In an effort to embrace this trend head-on, I plan on taking it a step further.