Week 9

The week started with a meeting of the commencement committee. With fall midterms barely behind us, the committee was knee-deep in making arrangements for the end of the year in May. Where does the time go?


We met in the library coffee shop and surrounded ourselves with all of the necessary supplies - pads, pens, Snapple, coffee, and potato chips.


It was a week full of meetings. Here we have the prestigious members of the social/rec committee (or, as well like to call it, the social/wreck committee) planning the big Bagel Bash coming in December. And really, it looked like a social/wreck meeting with the collection of Xbox controllers on the coffee table, the thunder sticks on the floor that were left over from that morning's Sarah Palin ralley, the full Guitar Hero World Tour set up in the corner and...

...Kevin. I mean, have you ever seen a bigger, more social wreck than this guy?? For clarification, that's slightly chewed P'zone hanging out of his mouth. Oh Kevin, where have you been all my life?

And we haven't really had a social/wreck meeting until we've been ambushed by Eric and a raining fire of countless nerf bullets.

Not to be outdone, Kevin decided that when it comes to nerf wars, size matters.

Then one thing led to another and the whole bloomin' arsenal came out.

So naturally, the rest of us had no choice but to grab a gun and start firing at will. Before the evening was over, there were multiple overturned pieces of furniture and one bloody nose (not mine or there would have been a picture of it).

As far as I was concerned, any bullets than landed in the stink were just going to have to stay lost forever. Guys....sheesh. (Note the overturned recliner and coffee table in the background.)

We got our senior picture proofs this week, and since Rupe was the only one of us who actually liked his photos, he won this prestigious spot on the blog.

I was running rather low on pictures for the week, so I've decided to fill space by giving you a behind-the-scenes look at Pixahoy! (David Letterman used to refer to such attempts as "Hal Guerney network time killers".) This is the nerve center. It's the corner of the producer's apartment where the blog magically springs to life - fully equipped with five different versions of the Bible, a Hebrew Torah, a Greek New Testament, Calvin's Institutes of the Christian Religion, a Book of Order, a Book of Confessions, a Book of Common Worship, about a zillion text books, a pile of index cards, and a USB cord that connects the camera to the laptop. It's all very high tech, you see.

This is the fuel that powers the blog - McDonald's coke and prescription medication. (I keed, I keed. Well....actually....I don't.)

This is where the producer kicks off her shoes when she gets home each evening.

This is what the producer does when she is plagued by incurable writer's block - she window shops on Ebay.

This is where the producer hatches all of her best ideas. (Have I killed enough time yet?)