Oh my fuck.

What in the sweet name of everything that is holy is this thing right here?

I think if I stare at that for too long, I’m going to turn to stone.

I’m not one to continually and maliciously insult and denigrate people, celebrities or not, (well, sometimes), but honestly…what happened here? Was he part of some terrible science experiment? Doesn’t he have family and loved ones that can help to curb this type of horific disaster before it gets out of hand? Well, clearly he doesn’t. It appears I have just answered my own question.

On a less disturbing note, I didn’t end up going to the U of W on Wednesday with Dad afterall – he had heard from a prof that morning that the place was a virtual ghost town, so we decided it wasn’t worth it. In addition to the fact that most classes were cancelled, there were apparently huge lineups to get in as security was asking people to show ID. It sounded like a pain in the ass so we went to the U of M instead to deliver catalogues. I saw Gosia in the Sociology Department while I was there, along with Mary Anne, who was hilarious as usual. She is the only prof that I am both happy to see and slightly terrified of, all at the same time. TAing for her intro class was something else – those students must’ve had some serious boops* (or should I say noops?) the night before her tests.

Last night I went for dinner to Kristina’s on Corydon with Gosia and Jodi – Michelle had to work, but we got to hang out with her a bit because she was our server. It was good to get together with them again – I think we’re going to to another ‘thesis’ night (ie: watching movies and eat spinach dip in our sweats) in the tradition of the movie night we had when I had to watch those four films for my honours thesis (that we didn’t end up watching anyway). Come to think of it, I only watched one of those thesis films once and was able to write an analysis of it. Good god. A real masterpiece, that was. A true work of art.

Tonight it the corn maze extravaganza. Winnipeg has two different corn field mazes and we’re going to “A Maze In Corn” (oh wow, what a cute pun) tonight to drag our inebriated asses around a corn field and take pictures while trying not to slip and fall in the mud. I think there will be about 10 people going, and afterwards we’ll likely have everyone back at our place. I like having people over and I enjoy hosting, but I always feel nervous because I’m afraid I don’t have enough chips or juice to serve people. Like, last Friday at Jess’s place was pretty fun, BUT THERE WERE NO PEANUTS, FOR SHAME! As ridiculous as it sounds (and as lame as a concern about “chips and juice” makes my parties seem), this is a real problem for me, it seems, although I rarely go to the great lengths that some people do and actually make anything. So I bought crystal light and rice chips this morning. Oh god I hope that’s enough. I’m banking on the beer to take care of any insufficiencies in the party favours department.

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*Boops, aka bear poops or, alternatively, beer poops, usually occur after a night of heavy drinking. The term can also be used to refer generally to a bad case of the mud butt. Noops refers to the nervous poops, which one would acquire in anticipation of a particularly nerve-wracking event. Other configurations of the term include: shoops (shotgun poops), coops (candy poops), and the boop shoopin’ boogie (self-explanatory).