Author: Mark Egge

I. Hate. Computers. Heh. Which makes it particularly damning to stare into the face of the reality that, in all probability, my career is going consist primarily of staring at a computer screen for eight hours a day, semi-donnishly producing an endless litany of documents and … pseudo-documents (heh. Don’t worry, Jade– I totally just […]

I was totally about to post a “ou est mon pantalons?” post, but then I found ’em. Whew. That was a close one. *sign of relief* So. This is the time of the year when I, typically, would do a “end of the semester wrap up post” where I would wisely and judiciously sum up […]

In that ethereal world between waking and sleep, I hear the low, crescendoing rumble of an airplane. The power is out; has been out; the darkness is profound. The power-outing storm swells against my window. If not for the growing roar, I would hear heard the pit-a-pat of white wind-borne pellets of frozen atmosphere, being […]

After our early dinner, I strolled out alone. .. As I passed the church, I felt a sublime compassion for the poor creatures who were destined to go there, Sunday after Sunday, all their lives through, and to lie obscurely at last among the low green mounds. I promised myself that I would do something […]

Apparently, I was supposed to register for classes … like last Tuesday. Oops. Fortunately, none of the classes I want to take are filled up. Unfortunately, the reason none of the classes are filled is because, well, no one really wants to take the classes I’m taking. I mean … no one. Heh. That’s not […]