Dance Par-tay

Just got back from a raucous dance party in the dorm president's room. I counted at least 28 people in there at one point, when I remember quite vividly that the maximum allowed occupancy was 4. Oh, silly dorm president!

Yes, I moved my body awkwardly in rough approximation of what is known as "the beat." It's one of the few things that I can see being under the influence of liquor would be a distinct advantage.

I have to be across campus tomorrow at 8:00 for a faculty advisor meeting. Yay.

Gurrr

The art in this one is really bad, which is all the more embarassing when you consider I've had it for over a week.

gurrrrr.

Ok

So I have some more stuff to write about my first day. My precious information will likely be rationed out in numerous small posts, just to keep your lips whetted.

There were many "fun" icebreaking games, which I tolerated surprisingly well.

I am the only one named Bob here. This is not a surprise.

I met an asian fellow named David, and we decided his new name would be Ibraham. This is a surprise.

I have attended many boring speeches, and I expect to attend many more. Woo.

I NEED A CAMERA!!!

College!

I am here. Unfortunately, no one around has a digital camera.

GUH!!!!!!

Irony

So, I'm in Evanston, home of the Wildcats, land of the free, etc.

Whenever I told people I was headed to Chicago, they invariably said something like: "Hey, remember a warm coat!" I wish they were here now, when it is 91 degrees and the humidity is in the high 80s.

More tomorrow, after I move in.

The Nerve!

This just tears it. After living in Denver and reading the Denver Post for 18 years, 3 months, and with not 4 days left anywhere near this state, after reader surveys and letters to the editor, the Post just now gets around to putting Calvin and Hobbes in the paper. I mean, Bill Waterson retired years ago! Jesus CHRIST!

Anywho, I acquired a scanner/printer/copier combo about a week ago, and I've just now started putting it to good use scanning the creative works of my classroom boredom. What's on the block today? Well, have you ever imagined what celebrated presidents of yore would look like as skeletons? Then you're in luck!

This fiesty little guy cannot tell a lie, mostly because his tongue rotted away almost two centuries ago! Let's give it up for Geooooorge Washington!

You might know him best as "that guy on the ten," but I assure you, he's a real firecracker, even with only vestigial traces of muscle tissue! Let's hear it for Alexaaaaander Hamilton!

Gettysburg Address? More like . .um, some . . thing to do with skeletons, that's what! A big round of applause for Abrahaaaaaam Lincoln!

My work here is done.

Aw...

Hey kids, another comic tonight, this one half true. I am just a big softie is what I am.