Well, we survived another week of life. Most of us did anyway.  Obviously, some people didn’t. So it goes.

While you are resting on your laurels today, waiting on your favorite sports team to crush their enemies and see them driven before them (and hear the lamentations of their women) I am going to be sitting in a classroom. Forever. Weekend classes are very interesting. Having taken social psych these past 7 weeks, I have come to the realization that we as people are terrible at life, but we think that we’re awesome at it. This is probably why something that doesn’t have nerves, let alone a brain, is going to ultimately kill us all. One thing that we do as idiots is that we are easily manipulated by other idiots, but only if they do it a little tiny bit at a time. Hitler managed to get an entire nation of seemingly normal people to do horrible shit to each other. He did so by easing them into it and not just hitting them over the head with the Final Solution (the plan not the Michael Chabon book) during his first speech.

I’m sure you are wondering where I’m going with this. Taking a regular class is like being tortured a teensy bit a couple of days a week for 16 weeks. My weekend class is like going whole hog on the torture for two entire weekends in an 8 week period. Like ripping a Band-Aid off quickly. That’s the idea anyway. Personally, I am rethinking this whole “get-it-over-with” mentality concerning classes.

Don’t get me wrong, I dig the subject matter. It is the sitting still for an entire weekend that kills me. I mean, I pace around the house constantly. During the 30-50 minutes it takes me whip one of these posts out, I take at least 3 breaks to move around and get coffee or smoke or something. And sure we take breaks in the class, but not nearly enough to satiate that urge to move. Watch me in a class or a movie or some similar situation sometime. Count how many times I cross and uncross and recross my legs. Or how many times I slowly slide down into my seat and then scooch back up only to slide down again. Constantly moving. It’s ridiculous.

Enough about. Oh, wait, this is my website. It is about me. Speaking of me, here’s something the Furious Jessy sent me yesterday. I thought it was a laugh riot, so I thought I’d share it before she took any of the glory for it by posting it on her own website.

I’m excited. Are you?

In other exciting news, Pancake Land returned safely from the Virgin Islands. She’s here for a few weeks until she escapes the “freezin’ ass cold” of Arkansas. I don’t have too many details yet, but she is returning to Maho Bay in a few weeks for work. If you can call living in the jungle on a gorgeous island in the Caribbean working. It is more liking camping with luxury and having to occasionally do some stuff.

Okay, well it is time for me to head to this class business. Enjoy the weekend for me. More soon. ~SC