if i died at work, this is what it would look like

Dear Reader,
It's been a while since I last wrote you, but I do miss you very much. In all honesty I am so busy that I don't get a chance to sit and write a chunk of material to post (even as poorly edited as it always is). Thanks for not complaining about my absence, I appreciate it. I've taken today's snow day to catch up with you and offer some sort of sentiment as to how I'm doing (see picture). There have been recent events in my life, but I haven't been able to share them with you, so that is what I plan to do with a few briefs today. In briefs news, I heard a traumatizing conversation about Kyle's choice in underwear while wearing a chicken suit the other day. Regardless of that, I give you a few chances to laugh in the following. But as it stands now, I leave you respectfully in my pajamas.

Weather Run Amok, Again!

changing of the elements

The weather in this town continues to be un-be-leave-able (that concludes your "Fun With Spelling" segment). On Tuesday/Wednesday, the Lord's wrath fell hard on the region with a good 700 million gallons of precipitation covering the ground. King's College didn't want anybody getting rusty though, so we made the infinitely wise decision to only compress the college schedule. Also, a joint Administration/Maintenance decision was made to not salt any path that leads to Luksic Hall. This was a folly of a decision because in order for our Vice President of Student Affairs to make it to his office, a path had to be made, so we Luksies managed to bootleg a ride on the Bob-McG-Path to Jackson Street. (No, Bob is not the McG who directed Charlie's Angels and all those Sugar Ray videos.) Now Wilkes-Barre is an odd place. You've gotta believe me. Usually when the Weather Channel or anyone else around here makes a prediction, they're off by two hours, which isn't too shabby, especially if it's a standard. That way we just add two to every time they give us. On one day they were right on though, at the Weather Channel of course, when they said it would be snowing at 11:00 AM and at noon it would stop. I came out of work at 11:45 in the midst of flurries, and as I walked the sun came out and snow stopped falling. I pinched myself to make sure I was not hallucinating. I wasn't. But on the downside, it meant that I had cosmically disturbing weather to be afraid of. I surely would have to just ignore this phenomenon, because I had class at 1:00 PM and I needed lunch. The end.

i made a deal with this cat for next semester (this picture from Coralie @ www.koalie.net)

Pete's Still Homeless
The quest for a home for Pete continues, and I don't know if all of you are applying yourselves. Next year I will need to find a place to live and it seems that everyone else has already done this. It leaves me with few options. I'm scouring the newspaper and circling random things to make it look like I have an idea of what's going on when Kyle comes in. Kyle contests that my inability to read or write makes me unqualified to find a place in the newspaper, but the Pete to Kyle website article ratio clearly proves him wrong on this matter. I have got a few people checking things out for me and I'm anxiously awaiting a return-phone call from one guy as I type. If you know of any place in the Wilkes-Barre area that you could see me living in, do let me know ASAP! (Serious offers only! I'm too easy to mess with!) Those of you who love to see me in pain and enjoy my griping on this site about poor and dangerous living conditions, just sit back and don't call me, because you'll get plenty of complaining if I have to stay here.

...and the fish goes on...

Chip-- Still Alive! ...debatably, of course. If you agree with Kyle's hypothesis that my fish is a Zombie, then you'll be skipping this announcement, but Chip, the fish, has turned six (months) today! The fitty-cent fish from the Luzerne County Fair has proven that he doesn't take kindly to bowl-mates, but he's lasted quite a while on his own. I'm surprised-- I won't lie. During his lifetime, Chip has lived in three different towns, lived in two separate regions of my room, eaten out of the same container of food, and had the same rocks for a long time. Currently Chip needs a change of water, so that will probably be his birthday present later tonight (hey, we're watching costs at the Pete house). Anyway, send Chip presents or fish food care of me, ok? I promise I'll pass them along to him!

despite my face, I am alone at work and suffering from a blurry arm

My Arm Hurts!