Sadness
It is a trying time. Foxtrot will no longer be daily, but only on Sundays. We shall miss you, Jason Fox. If only you were a little older. And real. Then I would pay you to do my project for me. NOT! Because it's already done!!!! LONG LIVE THE DRAGONCLAW!!! (Photos of dragonclaw coming when I feel like it)
So I kinda missed my morning class because I was up all night. Bummer too, cuz I had to turn some freaking papers in. Crap, I know. However, I emailed the prof hoping I could get them in somehow. Of course, when I emailed him, I did right after I handed in this one other HUGE massive project that took like three days of staying up until 5 am to do. (or, should I say, having the J-man do, since he actually knows the software needed to do it. I watched the first day, and typed up the report while he finished the rest of the crap. Mostly, he did my project, but still... it was for my grade, so I was happy to have it turned in and done with.)
Andyhoo, I was super high with glee for having the project turned in (project being the AMAZING DRAGONCLAW!!! You will have to see this... I will post pics to myself later since no one actually reads this crap) so the email I sent to my prof was... how shall I put it? Incredibly stupid. He must think I'm psycho. Andyhoo, to amuse myself and keep this email for posterity, I shall post it below:
"Bonjour!
Tis I, your MWF 8 am student of mystical powers! By the light of a candle last eve I was reading over great volumes of magical lore and dragonology (finishing an engineering project so horrifying and full of doom, it boggles the mind) until the wee hours (5 am) whereupon I slumbered greatly and failed to hearken to the crowing of the rooster in the dawn (slept through alarm). Thereby, and with great sadness and sorrow and something (note to self: check thesaurus for another word) I failed the conjuring spell that would allow transportation to the place of learning from esteemed and wizzened scholars ( I unfortunately wasn't there due to my own ineptitude). Thus still in my ownership is a great document holding the mysteries of the universe, but such things were not made for my mortal hands. I am eager, then, to undertake a great pilgrimage and return them to the fires from whence they came. (I wish to see if I can somehow hand over my two portfolio papers) I have forged a great sword to help me on this quest, but the sword alone is not enough to safeguard me from the perils of orcs and dragons! (I stuck it in your mailbox on the 3rd floor, but I don't trust that it'll get to you that way). Thereby, oh esteemed wizard, if thou have advice and wisdom to dispense before I set out on my quest, it would indeed be of benefit! A ring of ancient elvish design, or a scroll of power would be ideal. (if there is some way I may possibly still be able to hand in my silly papers I would be most appreciative. I can even mail them over if that is most convenient for you.) So, I fare thee well!
Avast! Pirates!
Moi"
Crap. He has replied. Let's see what he has to say:
"hi, great email." (and some other stuff that's not important)
All that effort, and he gives me but a one line response! Oh well... apparently creativity works well on them silly profs. Hopefully it shall work well on my stupid project that was due today... the AMAZING DRAGONCLAW!!!!
I SWEAR... I shall put pics up. And they will be amazing. Like the DRAGONCLAW!!
When youe back is sore...
And your knees can't move a lot...
It hurts just to bend...
Or even just to squat.
And now you've dropped your keys
On the floor
And you can't bend to pick them up
Anymore
What do you do?
What's that thing in the store you just saw?
It's a grabbing thing!
To pick up objects! It's the Amazing DragonClaw!
So I kinda missed my morning class because I was up all night. Bummer too, cuz I had to turn some freaking papers in. Crap, I know. However, I emailed the prof hoping I could get them in somehow. Of course, when I emailed him, I did right after I handed in this one other HUGE massive project that took like three days of staying up until 5 am to do. (or, should I say, having the J-man do, since he actually knows the software needed to do it. I watched the first day, and typed up the report while he finished the rest of the crap. Mostly, he did my project, but still... it was for my grade, so I was happy to have it turned in and done with.)
Andyhoo, I was super high with glee for having the project turned in (project being the AMAZING DRAGONCLAW!!! You will have to see this... I will post pics to myself later since no one actually reads this crap) so the email I sent to my prof was... how shall I put it? Incredibly stupid. He must think I'm psycho. Andyhoo, to amuse myself and keep this email for posterity, I shall post it below:
"Bonjour!
Tis I, your MWF 8 am student of mystical powers! By the light of a candle last eve I was reading over great volumes of magical lore and dragonology (finishing an engineering project so horrifying and full of doom, it boggles the mind) until the wee hours (5 am) whereupon I slumbered greatly and failed to hearken to the crowing of the rooster in the dawn (slept through alarm). Thereby, and with great sadness and sorrow and something (note to self: check thesaurus for another word) I failed the conjuring spell that would allow transportation to the place of learning from esteemed and wizzened scholars ( I unfortunately wasn't there due to my own ineptitude). Thus still in my ownership is a great document holding the mysteries of the universe, but such things were not made for my mortal hands. I am eager, then, to undertake a great pilgrimage and return them to the fires from whence they came. (I wish to see if I can somehow hand over my two portfolio papers) I have forged a great sword to help me on this quest, but the sword alone is not enough to safeguard me from the perils of orcs and dragons! (I stuck it in your mailbox on the 3rd floor, but I don't trust that it'll get to you that way). Thereby, oh esteemed wizard, if thou have advice and wisdom to dispense before I set out on my quest, it would indeed be of benefit! A ring of ancient elvish design, or a scroll of power would be ideal. (if there is some way I may possibly still be able to hand in my silly papers I would be most appreciative. I can even mail them over if that is most convenient for you.) So, I fare thee well!
Avast! Pirates!
Moi"
Crap. He has replied. Let's see what he has to say:
"hi, great email." (and some other stuff that's not important)
All that effort, and he gives me but a one line response! Oh well... apparently creativity works well on them silly profs. Hopefully it shall work well on my stupid project that was due today... the AMAZING DRAGONCLAW!!!!
I SWEAR... I shall put pics up. And they will be amazing. Like the DRAGONCLAW!!
When youe back is sore...
And your knees can't move a lot...
It hurts just to bend...
Or even just to squat.
And now you've dropped your keys
On the floor
And you can't bend to pick them up
Anymore
What do you do?
What's that thing in the store you just saw?
It's a grabbing thing!
To pick up objects! It's the Amazing DragonClaw!