I'm sitting here waiting for my first class in the Moriarty art building. How can such an awesome named building be full of such tasteless crap? Professor Moriarty must be rolling around in his literary grave.

Littering the Internet are piles upon piles of essays and articles trying to explain or engage the idea of what girls want from video games; and I, as a girly gamer, am about ready to hurl my Nintendo controller at the next person who comes up with one ( Read more... )

I found this article fascinating for a couple of reasons. While double majoring in school I spent four whole years in the English department and never made any real friends, but in my two years in the music department I would spend whole afternoons hanging out in the music library with the rest of the music majors. The faculty occasionally joked ( Read more... )

Spamalot is playing in Spokane, WA and, very naturally, it ends and moves to Denver on the day I graduate.

Went to the cafeteria for lunch with my friend Nina. A fund-raising group had set up some Guitar Hero which was being played by a group of boys on medium and hard; they weren't doing too badly. After that a group of girls started playing on easy; they were terrible. Unable to stomach this gender calamity, I dragged Nina over and we dueled our two ( Read more... )

Yes, once again my school's espresso stand is out of espresso.

The gent sitting at the table across from me is in the middle of explaining to his friends that the stimulate effect of espresso is nothing more then the placebo effect. I will not beat him to death with my iPhone. I will not beat him to death with my iPhone. I will not beat him to death with my iPhone. That would require more espresso.

For the last fifteen minutes the two freshmen sitting next to me have been bitching about how unfair their homework load is. I can't decide whether I should burst into a fit of giggles or throw a textbook at them ( Read more... )

To whoever put episodes of Bucky O'Hare on youtube,

I love you.

Sincerely,

Duchess McEtiquette

Imagine if you will that exhibit A is my average customer at work today and exhibit B is my thousand pound horsie from whose side I made my first ever attempt at removing stitches from. Now guess which one got a treat for good behavior.