The 6 Million Peso Man

There goes $38.72 of well-spent money.

Robot Chicken, you had to be there.

Well, let's see, its Tuesday now. Oh yeah, I'm going to send Dr. Kuperschmidt on a kayaking trip. I retook my Math midterm on Monday. I had asked him last week if I should be prepared to answer the same questions or not, and he told me they would be "different problems." I sit down Monday morning for the re-test and what do I see? The same. freaking. test. I guess he had his fingers crossed. Yeah, well, I got your crossed fingers right here, buddy.

Pepsi Jazz, of the Diet Black Cherry French Vanilla is pretty good. I didn't have that weird aftertaste that Diet Vanilla Coke has, and its diet. It went well with my turkey on wheat with mustard.

In Inviscid, I'm sure we did something regarding Bernoulli's Equations, and I took notes, but I was mainly seething with indignation from the affront I suffered during the morning. I would have hulked out, but nobody likes a scene.

Italian night went rather well, and Heroes & Studio 60 were great. Watch them.

Heat Transfer was a bit of a hoot today. Dr. Antar was in a pretty jovial mood, and even Annoying Guy In the Back wasn't completely annoying. Mind you, his questions completely derailed the class and Antar lost his momentum, but his question was pertinent. If I weren't there to witness it, I wouldn't have believed it. It also really hit me today that Dr. Antar looks kinda like Geoffrey Rush (Captain Barbossa in the Pirates of the Carribean). I kept expecting a zombie-monkey to jump out and throw fruit at me.

And finally, we come to the return of the Bane of My Existence - Technical Writing! Thank the Almighty that I only had to be there for 15 minutes. We had our individual meetings about our papers (a rant for another day). She likes my sense of humor, thanks me for participating and not being a retard in class, and apparently cannot remember my name for 5 minutes. I don't expect too much out of an English professor (if Br. Allen reads this, I didn't include you in that group. If Br. Allen doesn't read this, then I meant what I said).

I love William Shatner.