The Lazy Journalist’s Plane Story Generator.

Christian insisted I watch this satire of the Paris Hilton set. I was wary– one-man show performances tend not to do it for me– but it’s pretty damned funny. And as you might imagine if you know us, Christian and I have taken to addressing one another as “Amanda” and quoting some of the more memorable lines, much to the dismay of everyone who rides the S-Bahn with us.

The video is not safe for work! Or undergrads!

1. Eaten a plate of food that consisted of smoked pork stacked on top of fried pork, covered in 1/2 a duck.

2. Gotten a haircut in the Czech Republic.

3. Tried prickly pear for the first time (fairly tasty).

4. Endured (with Christian) two solid hours of worse-than-usual German staring. If you’ve ever been the victim of German staring, you will know that two hours of it is pretty discomfiting.

5. Learned to throw a football (sort of).

6. Seen the world’s oldest known pornographic film depicting a three-way (I was in a museum, thank you– it was all very historical and on the up-and-up, etc.).

…and sundry other adventures with Mr. Blood. A busy week, all told.

Rachel, by posting a rather inspired breakdown of a certain prof’s dance moves, has outed the CHSS blogroll to the HPS undergrads.

Thank God I erased all those nasty posts about their theses….

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The Shea has made its migratory journey from Minnesota to Chicago, an event that only occurs once every four years or so. It’s shown here displaying its late Winter conference plumage.

Usually I think Jason’s mother has some useful wardrobe pointers for him: you know, don’t wear Sambas with dress pants, shave that thing off your chin, etc. But these shorts that she sent him… Jesus Christ. Geriatric golf attire if ever I’ve seen it.

Rachel and I decided it was once again time for a pilgrimage to Wisconsin, to indulge in cheese curds (super-squeaky) and sushi (much fresher than what we’ve found in Chicago). We took along another student in our department, Francis, who, despite being English, cannot hold his liquor, and has foolishly challenged me to a tequila-drinking competition. You’re on, Francis. I shall destroy you!

Francis post- Butter Burger

Francis and Rachel at an important, um, archive

Rachel on a caboose, which Francis learned is not just a euphemism for ass.

Getting inside the mind of the US military.

Frozen lake.

 
Bits of the Madison skyline.

Ludacris has hoes everywhere in the US I’ve lived.

Rachel has made what is quite possibly the Geekiest Cake in the World. The cake qualifies for the title on at least three levels:
1. The cake was for Marcie’s birthday, and Marcie requested a cube-shaped cake because she’s turning 27, and 27 is a perfect cube.

2. The final product was decorated to look like the Borg ship in Star Trek.

3. Rachel stamped the Borg pattern onto the fondant using Legos.

It was delicious.