Convocation

A good day for a tsunami. Well, not exactly. An 8.3 magnitude earthquake centered in South America triggered an alert for the islands. Estimated time of arrival for the tidal waves is 3am HST.

Typical Tsunami Hottie

I ran into Professor Brian this morning on Fort Street Mall near the Diploma Mill. We chatted for quite a while, mostly discussing the radical changes on campus. Apparently, the institution has gone downhill, more so since my forced departure over eight years ago.

Typical Co-ed Hottie

In fact, the student population of the campus has diminished significantly. Almost every day since the start of the current semester, I have observed that there are barely any students milling around Fort Street Mall. In my time as faculty, there were always hundred of students milling about during the weekdays. Professor Brian confirmed my suspicions when he mentioned that required general education classes were only half-full.

Typical General Education Hottie

The administrative fools who toyed with the oversized cranium during the last days of his pseudo-professorship are gone, most of them receiving far worse treatment at termination. Well, serves them right. That's the curse of the face of stone. Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Typical Administrative Hottie

Chatting with Professor Brian also brought back all of the "fun and games" during my ten years as a faculty of higher education. Then, I recollected the foolishness of even more ancient times, much of which is archived in the old journal and the original "blog." The operant termination is "games."

Typical Legacy Hottie

My recollection of legacy times quickly turned sour when I realized the extent and duration of the "games," mostly "mind games," that I was forced to engage in perpetuity. The human affinity for "games" is endless, far more enduring than my patience.

Typical Universal Hottie

Unfortunately, "games" are the universal religious ceremonies of humanity. Of course, if the "game" mindset replaced our previous animal savagery, then some good came out of it. Sadly, the repressed "inner animal" seeks release and may find itself intertwined with formerly harmless "games." Now, the savagery has returned with a vengeance in a more deadly subliminal form.

Silence, Little Lamb!

Well, the damned game-playing surveillance robot paid the "blog" another intrusive visit at 8:50pm HST on Tuesday. What did it find? More pictures of young hotties, of course!

Typical Summer Hotties

Oh, those young hotties, those hotties of Summer, so gorgeous, so nubile, so ripe, so delicious. Bring on the hotties of Summer before the tsunami hits!