Clubbin

Who doesn't love some clubbin'?



Personally, I could probably go without it. I think a better pasttime would be skee-ball. Less moving around, and everyone gets to go at their own pace. Oh! And there'd be beer, lots of beer. But I think the track would have to longer so it felt a little more adult - and flat, because hills are for suckers. And of course the ball would be bigger, but a bigger ball would probably need holes. And there'd be gutters, and shoes, and a little machine that blows air for no apparent reason. And there shouldn't be as many fuckin' kids -- that's what the seals are for.

And we'd all get laid.

Right to remain silent

It's two days before the oral defense of my comprehensive exams, and I find myself reading this article.

I think it's facinating how simple the techniques are. Yet we respond to stress in such complex ways. Nearly 80% of all people waive their right to remain silent, and thus undergo a complete interrogation. Four out of every five. I think, you think, your brother thinks, your father and your mother thinks that they can beat the interrogation -- innocent or guilty. Only one is smart enough to keep their mouth shut.

It's two days before my oral defense, and I don't have the right to remain silent.

Lightning bolt