It's my opinion that people like pictures around here more than words at times, and today it's easier. Hope you enjoy them!

This guy drove up to my window one morning and sat for about twenty minutes checking out the college tail and talking on his cell phone about being lost. His engine idled the whole time, which woke me up.

This lady works downstairs in the basement of Luksic. She and her co-workers are kind enough to choose my window to smoke outside of. I have been contemplating the purchase of a water gun that "happens" to shoot out the window just like their smoke "happens" to travel upwards and into my window. Thank God for gravity!

The grounds crew has devised this enormous leaf-collecting thing to ride around with. It makes me laugh a lot. It also drives around outside the window a lot, so I hate it. Okay, erase the hate-- I don't like it though.

"The leaf blowers... is there anything more futile?" The question posed by William Shatner, answered here: No. Regardless, our grounds crew is also employing it about every twenty minutes.

This is a cute squirrel burrowing in the ground. Aww. I'm working on capturing one to live in Greg's fish tank. We'll see how that goes.

Well, here's Beardo. This is an older picture that didn't make it online. You may not be able to see this well enough, but he's lighting a pipe on a tree. Why he didn't use a gas tank to strike the match still escapes me. Anyway, he pretends he's older than people around campus just because he smokes a pipe. While I'm not a fan of cliche characteristics, maybe this will exhaust itself, like his beard.

MacGray sucks as a company, laundry card, and a group of individuals-- so do the dryers here in Luksic.
These are all of my socks air-drying. It worked, since the heat is blistering inside Luksic now.

This is a professor walking to his office. He wouldn't let me into a class I wanted. He made me sad.
And rumor has it he has quite a temper behind the wheel... shh.

Well finish with this seasonal shot of good ol' King's College. Leaves are falling away like the days on the calendar,
and this is the pile of combustibles that we call life.