We went to the Natural History Museum yesterday.

Took Elise, who's a kid I've known since she was 3. Nice kid, I like her, she reminds me of myself at her age, but man is it hard spending a whole day with her. She's so... so... well, she's Elise. And she's sweet, and nice, and three steps away from holy terror-dom.

And we got back LATE, we took the 10:30 boat. Okay, that's not LATE, but it's late. Noticed something interesting in the ferry terminal bathroom, though. You know how people write their name and the name of somebody else on walls and tables and other places in the great outdoors? Well, I noticed that something like 80% of such graffiti in the women's bathroom at the manhattan terminal are gay. Seriously. Weird, though, isn't that a bit uneven? You can't tell me that 80% of female Staten Island Ferry riders are gay.

*shrugs* I still prefer the graffiti at the B&N at Union Square. Very political. Several pages worth of discussion on issues such as abortion and the situation in Israel. Hm. That might actually be a way to spark political involvement, vandalise some bathrooms. It'd be more interesting than name + name 4eva, anyway.

And the crazy guy in my Core 10 class struck again!

We're still doing Mackey's view of the Problem of Evil (points to earlier post). And here he starts.

CG = Mr. God-is-not-a-cause
P = My professor who shall remain unnamed
Me = Some girl

CG: Was Mackey an atheist?
P: Yes, I think so.
CG: So that explains why he doesn't accept the arguments for God! He's a very dangerous person! _WTF?

Later:

CG: Was he in the Second World War?
P: *pause* Um, I don't know. *pausepausepause* How is this relevant?
CG: Well, I just thought that that was why he didn't believe in God. He saw this suffering, and got depressed, and forgot that God exists.
Me: Or maybe he just didn't believe in God. Maybe he thought it was a stupid idea, and he didn't like seeing people wasting time with pointless beliefs! _{This doesn't reflect my beliefs, I'm not an atheist, I think that's just as unprovable as any sort of theism, I was just sick of listening to his drivel}
P: Okay. Well, *****, can you tell us Mackey's next argument about this?
CG: How should I know?
P: Well, you were supposed to have read it for today.
CG: I did read it! I'm supposed to remember it?
Me: *plays freecell to avoid screaming out loud*

I'm getting rather good at freecell. I wonder why.

Taken from liberal

(Because Bush fell off his bike again)

...I suppose its not as far fetched as the thought of the head of the american government being too stupid to accomplish simple tasks like riding a bike or eating.

Funny, funny, really. Except that they aren't simple tasks. I can't ride a bike. Never learned how, don't intend to try. I routinely start to fall on flat ground. Stub my toe twice, three times a day, easy. Can't walk a straight line unless I think about it. Prefer to eat food that doesn't use utensils, spill a lot, and still have trouble with that whole "mouth closed" thing (but at least I can breathe now and my teeth don't get in the way....) I also drop things, often, because my hands forget that they're holding anything. I've hit myself with things I intended to toss at somebody else. And on and on and on.

These jokes long ago ceased to be funny. Yes, Bush is an idiot, but this doesn't prove it, and it's neither funny nor true to compare coordination to intelligence. I know it's not true, I'm certainly doing well enough in school this term (finally, got the As I always am capable of getting*), and as for funny, it's too stupid and old to be funny. So quit it.


*_{Last year sucked, I was barely able to make it out of bed, let alone get to class. If I had, though, I'd've gotten my standard A grades. Every class I've passed but Latin, all my college career, has been either an A or an A-}