I think my brain just got a little more massive...

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I see that I have indeed lost the massive brain contest. But hey- I have more than John Grisham's poster, so that's a step in the right direction. Shy Guy, hang in there, buddy. Your day will come.

ono...two post locations? what!

On a dark, cold night, an old man crosses a street. His street-crossing isn't particularly fast-paced. In fact, it's extremely sluggish and tired. He pushes a wheelchair as a crutch for practicing this walking thing. He's pretty focused on the walking thing. He's focused to the point of losing touch with his surroundings. By the time he reaches the midpoint of the journey across the street (and the first half takes a good few minutes as it is), he's really focused.

A silver Camry struts along toward the T-intersection across which the man snails. Inside, two ladies calmly chat about their days and their weeks and their futures and their presents and their pasts. A dark figure appears in the road. The driver reacts to the presence of the figure by bringing the car to a stop and waiting for the old man to cross. A few seconds later, it hits them.

A car hits them. The lady in the car didn't slow down, but she keeps saying that she saw the old man too. It's all her fault, she says. Here's my information, she says.

Here's ours, the two ladies say.

Here's the old man's information, the silver Camry's passenger says. He's a little gone. He was just out for a walk to practice walking. He just came from dinner with his family. He doesn't have an answering machine.

All ladies enter their cars and go on their way. The old man continues walking. The two ladies in the silver Camry go to Urgent Care to check their necks. The passenger is having neck, jaw, and head pain. The driver is too. The passenger of the silver Camry continues having minor neck, jaw, and head pain. Her arms hurt too and she can't lift heavy objects.

The next day, the insurance calls. The lady who hit them said she didn't know who's fault it was, they say. That figures, says the driver of the silver Camry.

GOP failure = GOP win?

I was checking out all the videos on youtube about the upcoming presidential election, when I found a collection of conspiracy videos related to Bush. They were all outlining the possibility of the Bush administration canceling the 2008 election if it doesn't look as though it'll end in the GOP's favor. Pretty interesting stuff. I clearly haven't done enough research, so I'm not going to make a judgment or do any sort of critical analysis of the concept, but I was curious about what you guys think, have heard, have seen, etc.

This should not include any massive brain comments <3

-- Kaitlyn

fried chicken pancakes? Bacon waffles? man hash house would send me to heaven after heartblock. I have changed my vote from the poster to jen, so as to ensure further feud between the two brains. ....or... that could be the will of John Grisham's brain forcing me to unknowingly do his bidding. Don't think it doesn't run this place.

Should've gotten the pasta

Jen, Richard, and I went to get fried chicken and waffles over at Hash House on Saturday. I was a bit disappointed with the fried chicken and [bacon] waffles. Though the bacon waffles were unexpectedly good, they're not supposed to be just "pretty good." They're supposed to be heavenly. There's just gonna have to be a trip to Rosco's in the near future. I can't have everyone thinking I'm crazy for falling in love with the delicacy when it's supposed to be so amazing.

And what's up with my Starbucks cup??? It was made for "A Tiny Brained Girl (Who Doesn't Have A Whole Lot Going On)." Jerk.


- Kaitlyn

If you won't vote for me...then vote for Shy Guy!

He's pretty much amazing. Jen told me I have a tiny brain! Why does she need to make people cry to feel better about herself?

- Kaitlyn

uhazcheezburger2?

Well, hello! My name is Jen, and I am a senior tutor here at the WC. Basically, Kaitlyn and I are in a competition to see who has a more massive brain (I know, I know, the answer is obvious, but maybe vote for her once or twice so she doesn't feel bad), so I need you all to evaluate our tutoring styles and decide for yourself who (duh) has more intelligence. You can also evaluate our Tetris playing skills, our door-closing skills, and, just for shits and giggles, who can eat the most chocolate. kThanks!

Welcome :D

So, I came up with this badass idea to have us tutors at the Writing Center post random blogs about random crap. What? Tutors have lives? They aren't just a bunch of weirdos?

No! We're, to (maybe a little mockingly) quote Bob, "lovably eccentric." We're weirdos with lives and interests that might just sometimes be cool. And we aren't devoted worshipers of Standard Written English (heretofore known as "not to be mentioned again").

This is my little project to see if the tutors here will actually post thoughts, little writings, life things...whatever.

kbye!

-- Kaitlyn