Today’s emotions are sponsored by Tom Petty, whose distinct absence from my iTunes has been corrected.

And clearly, I have to blog something to take a break from code madness. Go CompSci final project!

And I may be taking a slightly more stream-of-thought direction, because I’ve been reading the early archives again (sheer brilliance, some of it, and incoherent otherwise). What can I say? I like nostalgia.

That and I’m developing a hell of an introspective streak. Alright, fine, I’ve always had an introspective streak, but I blame recent expansion on my being single, which is fascinating, in that I’ve never been legitimately single before. Well, I was kind of, but that was before I had any idea what I was doing. Not that I do now, of course. But the lack of an immediate direction is new.

Then again, there is a world of “single” totally foreign to me, and I had a chance to observe this at lunch today. I speak, of course, of the hookup people, some of whom I chatted with at lunch, and whose strange customs fascinate me to no end. Seriously, it’s like a parallel universe (cue “Everyone else has had more sex than me”). If you’ve never heard a gay guy criticize a girl for her perspective on oral sex, well, it’s actually very entertaining… and only slightly disturbing with respect to certain details. I’m trying to decide whether revealing those details myself will be more or less terrifying than leaving it to the imagination. Measurements were involved. I’ll stop there. Moving on…

Speaking of good, clean fun, there’s nothing quite like seeing a man mummified in duct tape, as was done to our ScavHunt captain, Marvin, last Wednesday, for a fund-raiser no less. $2 to the team fund got you 30 seconds of tape time. Someone laid down $20, and that’s when Marvin was truly doomed. Tape usage was creative and efficient. By the end, he was completely immobilized, and we had to make sure he was still breathing (due to duct tape corset action)… before we decided to carry him triumphantly through the halls of Max East. Eventually, we did get him out of the tape (alive, even).

Also, the purpose of the ScavHunt meeting was actually to choose the team name. Know this and despair, for we are:

Team Fluffy, Destroyer of Worlds!

Now that’s climactic. And back to Java-mancy...