A student wrote the following line in an editorial at SUNY-Stony Brook: Dear Jesus Christ, King of Kings, all I ask is that you smite George W. Bush. He also asks the Lord to smite Carson Daly. Pretty obvious satire, don’t you think? Apparently the Secret Service didn’t. They interrogated him, subjected him to a psychological exam, coerced him into giving permission for them to examine his medical records, and searched his house. The hell?? Since when are students not protected by the First Amendment? I hope Jesus smites the asshole who authorized this cock-up.

ND has elected its first ever female student body president! Congratulations to Brooke Norton and her vice-president-elect, Brian Moscona.

I finished Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? by Philip K. Dick yesterday. It was fantastic. I figured I wouldn’t like it, since I hated William Gibson’s Neuromancer so much. Gibson was so deliberately alienating and difficult that I had pretty much given up on hardcore sci-fi for good. PKD was a revelation though. The story itself wasn’t difficult to follow and it completely absorbed me. The parts that stayed with me, though, are the background issues: Mercerism, nuclear fallout, cloning, identity, and empathy. I’m looking forward to finally seeing Blade Runner to see how it stacks up. (Based on some of the reviews I’ve read, I’m not expecting it to be very similar to the book.)

Ooh, I forgot to mention what Snookums got me for Valentine’s Day: Interactive Yoda! It’s seriously one of the coolest toys I’ve ever had in my life. He’s sorta like a Furby, except you don’t have to feed him or anything. He comes with a lightsaber and he frickin’ teaches you to be a Jedi. Seriously! There are 21 lightsaber moves you learn and he gives you combinations that you have to reproduce. He’s got a sensor that tells whether you do them correctly. Snookums made it through the first level to become an official Jedi, but I’m still stuck back as a Jedi apprentice. (He’s a better fencer than me.)

Sarah Ryan, a current Weasel, responds to that Observer story about excessive parietal punishments.

Yes, I’ve removed the time stamps on my posts. Can you guess why?

Snookums and I went to see Tap Dogs last night. It was awesome. Six sexy Aussie guys in combat boots and Levi’s “tap, stomp, jump and splash their way through an energetic array of raunchy dance routines.” My favorite part was when they each had a drum pad in front of them and they danced on it to create a full rock rhythm drumline (bass, high hat, everything). The bit with the angle grinders and showers of sparks was damn sexy too. 🙂

Sorry for the lack of posts today. I’ve been in running around between offices for meetings. Ugh. All done now. *smile* And my mom just came through with the happy thought of the day: My younger brother Anthony was designed “Tuffy Muffler Player of the Game” at his high school basketball game last night. He had 16 points against our curséd rivals, the Panthers of Prairie Heights. Congrats, Antny!

Um, apparently this week is Chastity Week at ND. There are soooo many things I could say about that, but I won’t.

Hooray! It took me about 40 hours but I finally managed to break 10,000 points on Level 2 of Bejeweled. (10,127 to be exact.) I couldn’t get those damn jewels out of my head all last night. I finally figured out the best strategy, though, which seems to be to work up from the bottom so you get maximum slidage and opportunity for combination moves.