Hello folks. I just had one incredible practical joke played on me--which I am very impressed with actually. The guys who live in the next building over planted a flower in our toilet ("potted" plant). It was a harmless joke, as they put plastic down first, but I'd like to get them back in like fashion. Some joke that is harmless, but creative. Any ideas?
Hey folks!
I have a question to present to you, the noble readers of Tim's blog. Knowing Tim as I do, I assume the people he associates with in Canada are as thoughtful as his friends in Michigan. I find myself the president of a Bible Club on campus here, and one of the things we need to do is have a service event. I'm not satisfied with a run-of-the-mill, every day, it's-been-done event. I would love to incorporate ideas of social and distributive justice. The issue at hand, is that I don't know how to do this. If anyone has a new idea for service, or has done something that is less usual, please let me know! For your information, we are in a suburb of Denver, Colorado within 15 minutes of downtown. Thanks.
Mary
ADVICE: when setting one's alarm clock a few minutes ahead, one should make sure not to set the hour ahead as this will just cause one to be woken an hour early. That is right, I walked into my Art 103 class just before eight, at which time the room in question was about to be occupied by a math class; after a momentary, bewildered check at the class schedule in my back pocket ("I'm pretty sure I was in this room last time this class was held..."), I looked up at the clock and realized my mistake, to the bemusement of professor and students alike.
That's right, laugh at me, all you people who don't have eight- and nine-o-clock classes all week. I don't know who designed this schedule but I suspect a malevolent intent to drive me insane on his part. I was so tired this morning that I was unable to remember how to turn off my alarm clock for quite a while, admittedly it does require the flipping of two switches but I did manage to stop the thing every single morning last year without a hitch.
On the other hand, school's going pretty well, I'm enjoying Greek a lot and my other classes aren't half-bad either. I got out of two semesters of beginning Spanish yesterday by explaining to the prof in Spanish the difference between the preterite (simple past tense) and the imperfect. Not bad considering I haven't had a Spanish class for three years. In its stead I may pick up US History to 1865 (I'm already in post-1865, next semester). Mm, history.
So I'm back at Redeemer... welcome to the first scene of episode 1, season 2 of the RUC.
In this scene we see the continuation of last year's theme of "Timmy getting screwed".
[begin synopsis]
Having slept in two hours the day he was supposed to drive to the A-dot, Timmy arrives at Redeemer just after registration ends. Fortunately the benevolent Redeemer powers-that-be allow him to register the next day for the low low price of fifty dollars. Timmy wakes up the next morning; the weather is dismal and drizzly. As he lies in bed, he realizes that nothing good can come of this day. But he gets up anyway, only to find his premonitions confirmed.
In the Financial Office it is revealed that the US-Canadian exchange rate has dropped two cents. Doing some quick head math, Timmy realizes that he has been screwed out of around 120 dollars by the vagaries of international finance.
In the Student Life Office, he is given a free t-shirt. Unfortunately since he's registering late the only size left is extra-large. Timmy wears medium. Or small. Foiled again.
Opening his registration packet, Timmy sees the on-campus job form. Last year he'd been in charge of changing the sign in front of the school which, he decided, was possibly the worst job ever as it required him to stand outside for about an hour three times a week through all sorts of weather changing letters on the sign. He specifically asked on the form not to be re-assigned the job. His wishes have been over-ruled however, even though as an international student he ostensibly had first preference, and he has been given the horrible job again.
Checking his mail, Tim finds among the assortment of bills a notice that he's received a package. However, it turns out to be a four-month-old care package from his church including smushed four-month-old cake and questionable cookies.
[end synopsis]
Well team it is only 12:30, the time I would normally be waking up at home... i have been up since 10 and have been screwed numerous times since then... only 12 or 13 hours till i can get this horrible day behind me... i'll update if i get screwed again... love timmy
Well I just received an email today from an unknown address with the lyrics to Puff the Magic Dragon, including the verses. I reprint them here for your benefit.
Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the seaSo we see that I spelt Honalee pretty well considering the vagaries of English spelling, also this song is really kind of a cliched story about a kid who leaves the imaginary friends of his childhood behind him. Pathetic really, I think whoever came up with this concept was not very creative. (I still don't know whether the song or the movie came first and I'm not nearly interested enough to do an internet search).
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee.
Little Jackie Paper loved that rascal Puff
And brought him strings and sealing wax and other fancy stuff, ohPuff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee.
Puff, the magic dragon, lived by the sea
And frolicked in the autumn mist in a land called Honalee.Together they would travel on boat with billowed sail
Jackie kept a lookout perched on Puff's gigantic tail
Noble kings and princes would bow whene'er they came
Pirate ships would lower their flags when Puff roared out his name, ohCHORUS
A dragon lives forever, but not so little boys
Painted wings and giants's rings make way for other toys.
One grey night it happened, Jackie Paper came no more
And Puff that mighty dragon, he ceased his fearless roar.His head was bent in sorrow, green scales fell like rain
Puff no longer went to play along the cherry lane.
Without his lifelong friend, Puff could not be brave
So, Puff that mighty dragon sadly slipped into his cave, oh
I just find it interesting that I got the lyrics emailed to me. Also there was a nice cartoon dragon, possibly Puff, in the email. I would post it but I still haven't gotten around to figuring out how to get pictures on here.
Also what does an invisible dragon need with string and sealing-wax? To whom is he writing? I like the bit about pirates though. If I were a pirate I would pay proper respect to any dragon I met too.