Responding to Shiny's challenge, I have made South Park versions of myself*. If you've done it before, do it again--there are more options now.

I, for instance, availed myself of the t-shirt text option to help embody my two major moods now that we're hitting finals (note the backpack!):

To answer a possible question: Yes, I really do have those shirts. (It started as an inside joke that's a bit too complicated to tell for the pay-off.) But I've discovered that when you're wearing a midnight blue shirt that says NOT OKAY, people are given fair notice of what they're dealing with.

And when you're wearing a bright red shirt that says OKAY? Everybody's your friend.

* I would like to note that I do not part my hair in the middle. I have not completely given up on myself.

A offered to buy, made a deposit, started being a douchebag and demanding additional furnishings thrown in with the house.

Frigaliment Importing v. B.N.S. Int’l Sales
Fucking chicken case.

Pre-Existing Duty Rule
Or, the sailors get screwed.

b moved family to tx, took 55 days, got there . . . nothing there!
plaintiff sues. district court finds for the douchebag.

How is this case different from Jacob & Youngs?
it's horrible!!!

hypo 2:

b has disease. a and only a has antidote.
a demands b will sign the same doc or a will not inject the antidote. b signs. enforce contract?

yeah. even though a is a total d-bag.

If nothing else, I have learned that I need to retire "douchebag" and its variants from my vernacular.

Not a lot of time for discursive entries as finals make their demands. So, in quick digest format:

What I Have Learned This Week:

1. The word "faggot" is still a sufficiently incendiary insult that it can instantly escalate a simple snowball fight into an actual punching-people-on-the-subway fight. (This one was quickly broken up, fortunately.)
1a. Recent events notwithstanding, the conductor on whose train this occurs will be more concerned about the door being blocked than about the two teenagers battering one another.

2. Nothing in one's dress, appearance, or conduct can help one escape being called "a hot little number" if the other party is sufficiently drunk and inexplicably fixated. Eugheugheughgghghghgh.

3. There is no relief in completing one exam when two more are in the barrel.

What in the name of all that was ever sweet, just, and true are you DOING? I don't know what you're trying to microwave, but I guarantee you that it should not take you three solid minutes of continuous button-pushing, beeping, and door-slamming to get it done. Are you entering a launch code? Is that what is going on? Is that not, in fact, a microwave at all, despite its presence in the student lounge?

If so, I should remind you that the University's code of conduct, while liberal, surely frowns on the use of its resources for nuclear attack. So really, you should KNOCK IT THE FUCK OFF immediately.

Thank you.

Adair Iacono