Monday, September 22, 2008

cultural chess anthropology chess

I really do pay attention in class. I just play chess while I'm doing it. I like to see it like it  exercises my brain more by participating in multiple activities at once. It's multitasking boot camp. Besides, it not like I'm setting up a board and all the little pieces. THAT would be distracting. No no, I take Sarah's laptop, which as a chess program,  and from time to time raise my hand to interject a tid bit of my own personal reflection just to throw everyone off. 

Of course, there are a couple of problems. Every so often my interjections are explicits which attracted a few giggles from my classmates that sit in my near proximity. This happens when my rook on h4 is taken by the queen on d8 which can glide magically (and diagonally) across the board. 

Another problem is that I have come to the realization that Sarah's Macbook Pro is a cheating bastard. It's very rare when I am in the position to actually win. However, there are five times (out of roughly 65 games) that I have been in such position. An example of this was when I just happened, mostly by accident, put Mr. Pro's king in check by my knight leaving only two possible escape routes, one of which is blocked by my bishop - but then.. nothing. The computer all of a sudden freezes.  This isn't a "Oh look, you won. Congratulations." type of thing. There CLEARLY is another way to have his king seek safety. Now, this might cause him to sacrifice his queen, but he clearly has not lost yet. Yet, I get nothing. The pieces just stare back at me like he's saying "You know, I really don't want to play anymore.." I shoot daggers at the screen. 

"What an asshole" I say outloud.

The class snickers. My professor looks offended.

Thursday, September 11, 2008

please excuse me over-it-ness

I'm sitting in Religion. That's about it. Just sitting here.

I have had to learn to push out any and all voices - unless it's Fanny or Sara asking me if we're drinking tonight in-which I blurt out a quick, forceful "YES!" then quickly fall back into my state of oblivion. 

Our professor is a 30something year old guy who went to seminary. He has never been drunk. He has never.. well... had.. um.. yeah... he's a virgin. He likes to talk about his girlfriend who he met on eHarmony and encourage us to try it. I'm not taking relationship advice from a guy who is known throughout campus for having a perpetual boner. 


My next gripe - overzealous ridiculously wealthy republicans who can't take a flippin' joke when I inform them that McCain is 23 years older than the state Palin governs. I'm sorry, I don't give a damn WHO you are - that shit's funny!

And also, my advice to the next shmuck who decides to pick an election year to nail the underage daughter of a vice presidential candidate who is known for her staunch "prolife" stance: wear a rubber dipshit.
Well I guess a shot gun wedding is fitting for a member of the NRA. 


"Looky Sarah! We got one o' them queers to plan your daughter's wedding to make it fancy!!"