Wrapping more loose ends up

Last anime club meeting tonight. Accounting Amanda, Mandy and Mason are taking over. It's kinda sad to see it go, but the last week was mostly people who I know and trust... creepy Alex not included. But it was like a fun get-together with fellow geeks and without the more extreme fans that annoy me.

Gotten a few small presents, mostly cards and hugs from people I know. A lot of my cards are combo "Merry Christmas" and "Best of luck in Toronto" cards. It feels odd that there's no more class. Ever. Except for placement, which is a bit of a write off. It's more "work" then "class". No more PC lab, no more Mac lab, no more mounting room (hee!), no more cage, no more photo labs, no more lectures...

I've got a few things planned for tomorrow, mostly backups for my J drive and BURNING off the print balance. Screw you, print balance! BURN! Food card too, since I've got about $24 on it! Why doesn't that money ever go away?

Random sillies!

Yulesville. Recored by Edd "Kookie" Byrnes. Words and Music by Warren E Barker, Terry Galanoy, and William A Olofson

'twas the night before Christmas and all through the pad
Not a hip cat was swingin' and that's nowhere, dad
The stove was hung up in that stocking routine
Like maybe the fat man would soon make the scene
The kids had fell by and just made the street
I was ready for snoresville, man was I beat
When there started a rumble, it came on real frantic
So I opened the window to figure the panic
I saw a slick rod that was makin' fat tracks
Souped up by eight ponies all wearin' hat racks
And a funny old geezer was flippin' his lid
He told 'em to make it and, man, like they did
They were outta the chute makin' time like a bat
Turnin' the quarter in eight seconds flat
Parked by the smokestack in bunches and clusters
Then chubby slid down, comin' on like gangbusters
His threads were from Cubesville and I had to chuckle
In front, not in back, was this Ivy League buckle
The mop on his chin hid a button-down collar
And with that red nose, dad , he looked like a bawler
Like he was the squarest, the most absolute
But, let's face it, huh, who cares when he left all that loot
He laid the jazz on me and peeled from the gig
Wailin' "Have a cool yule, man" and later "like, dig?"

Take it in!

On a side note, had a dream about Devon taking up drag racing. That is all. ^__^

Random words of insanity

Do not meddle in the affairs of Trans Ams, for you are squishable and look good as roadkill.

Me: BTW, had another IPnS dream.
Steff: Yeah?
Steff: Tell me about it.
Me: Devon was drag racing. That's all I remember. :D
Steff: ::smirks:: It's the anti-Devon.
Me: Anti-Devon: Drag Racing KING!
Steff: Yep!