Whoo.

Tomorrow's a decently important day. Challenges for the big game of the year, the finishing touches on other shows, I have to get music and uniform tomorrow (must remember), finalizing the show in my head and cementing it all together.

Plus the usual complaints: thesis, work, papers (soon to be two or three of those), the last parts of the grad school applications.

Something extremely amusing: Brita'd booze better. If you ever need something for a mixer...

Capacitor pr0n. Much more flexible than the gummi bears Mike is accused of having...

The diet of the liberal warrior! Or rather, someone thinks that if the dissatisfied withdraw their money as much as possible from the economy, that the government and the corporations that fund it will falter. I'm not so sure that really would work...

I'm from Gryffindor!
At least, so it would appear.

Hogwarts’s Sorting Hat Quiz

made by The Genki Gang

And finally, a poem in memory of Mr. Arafat's passing:

Ding dong, the bastard's dead,
now let peace be who you take to bed.