It's been an interesting week. I accomplished writing an 8 page paper while dealing with the affects of a decent concussion. I proofread it several times, so I don't think I called the professor a whiny bastard in it. Well, I hope not.

So my "return to college" tour continues. So far the grades are going well. All As. And finals are coming up. It's nice. I am the contrary, arguement-starting, guy in the back of your class with the NRA sticker on my laptop who doesn't feel any need to placate the professor because I won't drink the "Republicans are evil, GWB is worse than Hitler" koolaid.

I love it. For starters, I am not intimidated by their degrees. So I love watching the heads of the yungins spin when I don't agree that National Anthem should be sung in Spanish. Evil Snicker.
But what they don't get is that I don't care what they think, nor should they care what I think. I am much more concerned how they think.

I meant to post this a few weeks back but I got sidetracked. Anywho. The UNM campus is usually inundated with groups trying to get students to join...yada yada yada. This particular week we had the Furity Little Club (see Church of Scientology) set up shop on campus. This has been roughly their third or fourth trip this semester offierng stress tests and trying to get kids to read their book. Cough cough...join their cult. This time they made my job easier by showing up in this ....


When they show up in an actual circus tent, my job is over halfway done. All they need now is the little red car and the big floppy boots. I've read their book and made the mistake of giving them contact information and had to threaten them with legal action after numerous tries at telling them to leave me alone.

What you can't really see in this picture is that the recruiting team has taken to wearing cross icons on their polo shirts. Hmmmm. I guess Zeenu needs PR help.



Well it's late.