Old Lights/ New Lights

Sighted today, for the first time in months: Mr. Stuart Lade. I was at the YMCA with Anna, and who but Lade-dog himself should drift by the weight room? He condescended to walk in and talk to us for a little while. He has been visiting art museums and traveling in Europe and doing AP stuff and drinking fine wine while doing crossword puzzles (I made up that last one, but you know it's true [unless if maybe Lade is a Sudoku guy?]).

Can you imagine all those poor kids taking AP US History without Lade at the helm? No William Jennings Bryant burns? No fun with Andrew Jackson? No Nixon impression? Too bad, so sad.

I guess now they all get to deal with Peterson, or for some lucky few, Christian Barnett.


Okay, this was on Superblog but I feel it warrants mention here, where at least a few of the unwashed masses will see it:

The class song results are in: Burn This City, by Cartel. I found it on thissee here website, and it sucks just as much as I thought it would. I'm trying to think of a protest for graduation that will be serious enough so people notice, but silly enough that it fits the inanity of organizing a protest for our high school class song. My best idea right now is to have everyone lift up their chairs and face away from the stage when the music starts, then turn back afterwards. I know, it's not that great, but this is tricky. It would have been so much easier if fuckin' Toolmaster would have won...Oh well, I guess we can always just hope a pack of ballsier malcontents pulls something a little more risque`.

I'm going to start writing that expose` and see if anything comes of it. I mean, isn't there some kind of rule against lyrics this insipid?


P.S.: Hey Matt Capelle, when the fuck are you gonna be back in Hub-City?

P.P.S.: So Kubas, do you think we should organize some sort of event to try to break the record of 11 Mustaches in the Palace, or would that violate the spirit of the counter?