I woke up yesterday and there was snow on the ground. SNOW! This does not compute. Snow ought to be completely illegal after the vernal equinox. (I'd like to see it made illegal period, but that's another matter.) The thing is, when you are affronted by an outrageous Miscarriage of Weather, what are supposed
to do about it?
I tried calling my local weatherman to complain, but I was told that there was nothing he could do. It was an "act of God."
So I figured I needed to complain to God, so I went to find a priest. Father O'Mallohannitireillovan wasn't in--he had slipped on his walk--but I managed to speak with his assistant, Fr. O'Maraclearyryanmurphyodonnell, who was hanging around the church playing with his brand new 3DS.
He told me there was nothing to do. It was an act of God.
But he said it in an Irish accent, so that's something.
Then he went back to blowing up soldiers in 3D.
E3H: Finish Act Three tonight. We're discussing 2&3 free form the next two days, jumping around a lot.
E2CP: Due tomorrow: one page response paper on "A Good Man Is Hard To Find"; discuss grandmother and the Misfit. Plus: find one quote that interested you and, after the essay, tell why.
Drama: Broken record time: memorize.
More Tom Lehrer! (If you missed last week's great songs, go back and check them out!)
Crazy Random "epic wins":

ACCEPTANCE...empathy...Integrity...ReSpOnSiBiLiTy...ACCOUNTABILITY
Tuesday, April 19, 2011
winter s***s, especially in spring
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