When Amy and I were living in Shitcago, Bill would come over for extended weekends to play with us. Sometimes his visits would seem longer than others, as he wasn't really spending time with us. He was fully sucked into the Doom2 machine, so we weren't really getting any interaction with him. Of course, we weren't alone either, so it became frustrating at times. One particular afternoon, I was feeling a real need for some space, and I knew that the sun would help me out, seeing as it would angle into the room to produce a hideous glare on the monitor. Such shiny shenanigans would surely roust my silly sharp shooter from his spot, so I thought. Ah, but old Billy is far too wily to be deterred by a 5 billion year old fireball 93,000,000 miles away. I went to survey the scene, only to find Bill had draped a heavy wool blanket over his own head and the monitor, photographer-style, and was blasting away to his hearts' content. With more than a little trepidation, I lifted the corner of the blanket. Underneath was dear Mr. Cameron, face red and mottled, sweat in full rivulets draining away pounds of flesh every minute, eyes bloodshot and harried. I turned away in shame and fear.

I love that gun-totin' rascal. Looking forward to seeing him this weekend. Which reminds me: I would like to do Tai Chi this weekend. What if we tried it early enough (10am?, 9:30?) that Clint and Ned and I can still head for the citaaah by noonish?

Next issue: Why South High School is "inadequate," and why standardized tests are bullshit.

PS--Jennifer and I have 2 tix to Lucinda Williams in Indy on 9/23. We just found out she's playing here as well, and we'd rather go there. We'll sell the Indy pair for $5 each off face value to any takers.

Y'all have been forced to look at my previous post for way too long, so here's a quickie before my mewling pups roll in for another morning of academic excellence. A lovely end to a great week constituted my Monday. Jennifer and I stayed in bed until at least 11am (actually, she was there until noon, but I had ants in my pants). We then went down to the cliffs at Lake Monroe to try to fly our new kite that we bought at the 4th Street Festival on Sunday. Alas for the lack of wind! No kites would be flying yesterday. The sailboats puttering under engine power shoulda clue-d us in. However, nothing staves off disappointment likes flowers, so we stopped by the nursery on the way home and got some pansies and mums to plant for the fall. Ooooh, so pretty. Round the whole day out with a D & D session featuring yours truly puttin' a cap in the ass of a belligerent land shark. Apparently, hunting regulations in the Forgotten Realms have caused an increase in the number of land shark/gnome encounters. Damn elf liberals. Actually the session was marked by lots of debate and discussion about rules and strategy, and I don't think any of us were really communicating effectively. I get bummed out when that happens. Yes I do.

Shari Arthur is the true college party animal. Ask her why.