Of course dinner is about to start.

Harumph. I feel bad for all those sorry bastards in Green Bay, sitting in the cold, freezing, watching the Packers lose. At least I had the opportunity to change the channel. Not that I was interested in the first place. In case you didn't know, my interest in football is strictly limited to USC playing when there is snow on the ground outside. Mostly because I watch the players huddling under fans and misters and get very jealous.

So I was going to write about something else...but I forgot about it while eating dinner. I did make dickerdoodles. And was almost disowned. Oh well.

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I'm not even really sure why I'm here, trying to write about this in a quasi-public place. In fact, I don't know that I will. I just...It still feels rather surreal, that something like this could actually happen. You hear about how awful the economy is doing, but it comes off as just words on paper until something like this happens, and then even indirectly, you start to realize the scope of what's going on. This isn't the time or the occasion to muse about politics, but...yeah. If nothing, I'm suddenly much more thankful for my family than I've been in a long time--and I'm not passing judgment or anything like that, merely commenting that I'm, at least for now, trying not to take what I'm so fortunate to have for granted. I hope I never forget that, if nothing else.

Pests

Somebody has been tampering with my Wayfarer posters and I'm about ready to squish them, should I find out who they are. All of the emo-related posters vanished a few days after I put them up, so I printed more and stuck about 12 up on the same wall in the basement hallway. That was yesterday; by this morning they are all gone except for the writing contest guidelines. Somebody doesn't like them, apparently, because there were plenty of other posters on the same wall, all of which have remained, so it's not the janitors taking them down. Unless somebody in the administration is not a fan and ordering them to be taken down. Which could be happening. Either that or some angsty freshmen motherfucker is fighting a guerilla war against me. I'll put up more, later. Preferably a very large number right before the writing contest deadline next Wednesday. I'll have to do it all on Monday, I suppose, as I don't have any free mods on Tuesday. I may switch to black and white printing just to get them out fasters, but there will be a flood of these. Watch out.