And some days, clarity comes and kicks you in the groin. However, I’m done with that. Pretty much a good weekend post-Thursday.

Highlight of Friday: hearing “I’ve Just Seen a Face” (Beatles) and “The Last Time” (Rolling Stones) covered on guitar and banjo by folk musicians at a little hole-in-the-wall ribs place called The Smoke Daddy. Went with Zach and some other house-persons, had a good time. Everything is better with banjo.

Saturday is more complicated, but one thing to note is that American Science and Surplus is still the happiest place on earth. If ever someone had too much of it, they have it at low, low prices. For example, we now have a giant novelty pencil, syringes, a bucket of waxy goo, 600 feet of barricade tape, and … drumroll… a garage door opener, which we have since disassembled to the best of our ability.

Saturday night was lovely frat-themed fencing party. Delicious jello shots, absolutely hideous theme music. Also, with much writing on t-shirts by means of Sharpie. I gained, for instance, “I have a giant pencil. Oh, baby!” on my back. And it was very true (see above). Oh so much pencil-related innuendo. Also, a simple cross, through the miracle of successive addition, became double-laser Cyclops Jesus.

Shooting blanks,