Nabil writes Part III
And here is the conclusion!
“Coffee! We need coffee!” I cried. Sustenance would be required if we were to hold off the zombies. That and I was beginning to feel the effects of three late night essay-writing sessions. “Curse those essays for limiting our zombie-fighting powers!”
Becka and Jacqui each grabbed a coffee carafe from the Jumpin’ Java, and we headed into the main library.
“Cups! Paper cups!” Nabil ran back into the coffee shop and grabbed the cups. “Okay, we’re good.”
“Lets move people!” I scouted out the library, my familiar stomping ground. Those without weapons headed to the reference section, to collect some ammunition. We wheeled several carts from behind the desk and loaded them up with the most back-breaking of tomes and took them up the elevator to the forth floor.
The zombies pushing at the glass of the front doors. As we were headed up the elevator with a second trip of carts, Gareth ran up to us. “Well, they’re coming through.” He looked at the carts. “You’re going to chuck books at them?”
“Yup.”
“Okay.” Gareth reached into his knapsack and pulled out his copy of Spirits in the Wires, he slapped it onto one of the carts. “Lets go.”
On the forth floor we lined up the shelving carts at the top of the stairs. At the top of the fifth floor stairs, Jacqui and Becka set up the coffee station.
Everyone gathered at the base of the forth floor stairs for an informal speech-gathering scene. The kind that’s all moving and rallies the troops to great enthusiasm even though they’re headed to their death. Nabil held up The Rhetorical Tradition. “This book and I have been through a lot together,” he sighed. “I say it needs to take out a few more zombies.”
“Yes!” We all cried, shaking our respective weapons in the air.
“Just remember,” I said, tapping the closest book trolley poised at the top of the stairs. “Books do save lives. And this is the best use some of these are going to see!” The crowd chuckled. “Also, if we survive, you’re all helping me put these back on the shelves.” The chuckles stopped mid-chuckle.
“Wait’a be a mood killer,” said Nabil.
I shrugged. Glass shattered downstairs. “Lets kill some zombies!”
“Huzzah!” the troops cried, and we positioned ourselves behind the carts, waiting for the zombies to find us.
It didn’t take long and as they staggered up the stairs we responded, sending carts over the edge; they piled up on the landing, creating a barrier. It seemed all too soon that we ran out of carts. “To the forth floor,” yelled Jacqui over the clatter of the last cart. The zombies were beginning to climb over the books, leaving bloody trails on the pages from their earlier snacks.
“Hey!” I yelled at one particularly blood-fouled zombie. “That’s really crossing a line. You can’t treat books like that! You’re leaving a bloody footprint!” Becka and Riley dragged me away and up the stairs to the forth floor. “Sorry,” I apologized when I came to my senses, “but there are some things you just can’t do to library books.” Everyone nodded sympathetically.
We had a minute, maybe two, before the zombies made it over the book barrier. I grabbed a coffee. Strong stuff. Perfect.
The zombies began to climb the stairs toward us, moaning, staring through us with their dead eyes. Desiree looked at the cup of coffee in her hand. “I guess this is the end,” she said, and chucked the remains of her coffee into the face of the lead zombie.
The zombie recoiled. It’s skin began to bubble and burst and flow with bloody puss.
“The coffee! Throw more coffee on them!” Jacqui and Brianna grabbed one of the carafes and moved toward the stair edge. Becka pulled off the top. And together they flung a third of the contents on the pack of zombies. We wasted no time and set upon them with our weapons. We continued, down to the third floor, fighting our way toward the elevator, invigorated by the power of coffee. Down the elevator we went. There were zombies everywhere but it didn’t matter, even after the carafes were empty. We were stronger, invincible. No plan needed to be made, the goal was clear. We just had to get to the coffee shop and hold up there.
I thought back to my research paper. Coffee would save the day, again.
***
And that it did. We held off the zombies, and soon the onslaught abated.
Once the students returned to school the Jumpin’ Java saw a massive surge in popularity when they began printing their cups with the slogan “It Kills Zombies.” They did not recruit one of the heroic creative writing students to come up with the slogan.
As for us, life went back to normal. We did what we always did before the zombie invasion: we sat around on our crappy lounge furniture and came up with scenarios for what we would do if the zombie invasion came, and we drank a lot of coffee.
And yes, I did make them help me re-shelve the surviving books. To this day, I have not been forgiven.
The End
Happy Zombie Hunting
Kaitlyn Till
Wednesday, 31 March 2010
Wednesday, 17 March 2010
VIU: Zombie Invasion Part I
11:29am
A group of us stand outside after class, loitering, discussing the readings, diligent students that we are. The smokers are smoking, and the non-smokers are not smoking. A bush rustles and out hops a bunny. “Awww,” we chorus. As many bunnies as there are on campus, each is individually adorable. This one, pure white, hops around chewing on dewy sprigs of grass. Its ears perk. “Awwwww.” It bounds to the side, and promptly becomes an explosion of fur and bloody effluvia.
“Zombie attack!” I cry. Burning cigarettes drop to ground as we all rush back into the building as a dozen zombies lumber out of the bushes. A lumber may not sound like much, but when the lumbering is done by a brain-hungry monster it’s suddenly a pretty threatening form of movement. Their blood-encrusted mouths gape, moaning, and their arms stretch, grasping at us. Toward our throats.
“To the lounge!” yells Riley. We have heard of these creatures, but infestation on campus is news to us. Zombies are something that we hear about on the news, but don’t actually show up in real life. And yet here they are. At the English building. Which has not been zombie-proofed. There is no point in barring the outer doors as zombies will beat their way through the glass. Instead, we head for the student lounge. No windows, one door. We can make our stand, bottleneck the living dead. Hold them off until—what? Rescue? No. That won’t be coming. We are on our own.
We push a tacky red couch into the doorway and stack a bookshelf on top creating a pathetic barrier. The doors open outwards and have no inner handles to bar (does no one keep zombies in mind when designing buildings?). Desiree and Gareth drag a box out from under a table, they shove a pile of Navigator back issues off of it and open the top to reveal our stockpile of weaponry. We are not completely unprepared. They pass around a couple of baseball bats, golf clubs, and tennis rackets. Blunt instruments appropriate for hit-and-run zombie bashing!
We hear scuffling and clamoring outside. Something’s coming. They’re coming. We grip our weapons tight, and wait.
***
Are you DYING to find out if we survive the VIU zombie invasion? Sate your thirst right now! Look for installment #2 from my fellow blogger, Nabil Boschman!
Sunday, 7 March 2010
The Quest for Knowledge
I love science fiction. I love reading it, and I love writing it, but science fiction has a tendency to make me feel stupid. Perhaps stupid isn’t the right word. Under-educated? Ignorant? In any case, science fiction leaves me feeling that the world is a damn big place, and I don’t know much about it.
Like how am I supposed to sit here, at my desk, and invent a plausible explanation for artificial gravity? That’s asking a hell of a lot! I barely passed high school physics!
But this frustration with a lack of knowledge goes for most writing, even the more down-to-earth stuff (perhaps especially the down-to-earth stuff). How can I write a story with a character who is an investment banker if I don’t know anything about investment banking? How can I write a story about a corporation that takes over the world without knowing the first thing about how a corporation works? How can I write about an avid bird watcher without some credible knowledge of ornithology?
There are any number of ways to go about learning. Read a lot of books, peruse the internet, and ask lots of questions. Go places, see things, meet people. Every time I get around to course selection, I’m always drawn by the obscure electives—the really fascinating stuff that seems to have little practical application (for me anyway) except to further knowledge on a subject. I’m always interested in astronomy, anthropology, art, and linguistics, sciences too. I like the idea of sampling from all walks of life. Even if I don't usually get around to those particular course samplings.
As a child, knowledge was gathered piece-by-piece, by looking through a cheap plastic magnifying glass at a patch of dirt while getting my shoes muddy, or reading a stack of books, whether it be about how to be a detective, castles and knights, or Pluto (I was saddened to learn of Pluto’s demotion—like taking away a part of my childhood learning, not to mention rendering “The Magic School Bus Gets Lost in Space” out of date). There was never any goal to learning, it was all about satisfying curiosity. But along the way from there to here, learning became focused on letter grades, and credits, and began to cost a whole lot more than the price of a dollar store magnifying glass.
The shoes still occasionally see mud—such as the time my first year English class went on a nature hike. Mud was not in short supply.
I do love that evolution. We’re lucky to live in an age of internet and easy travel, where if we want to learn something, we can go and do it, on our own. Or we can learn in a classroom. Knowledge flows freer than ever before. Simply the fact that in our time, as a woman I can gain an education that not so long ago wouldn’t have been possible (or at least very difficult) is pretty darn cool.
So sometimes I feel frustrated about a subject. I don’t know enough, and don’t know where to start finding out, but I just remember, ignorance is the first stage of the journey. Without that initial ignorance, there wouldn't be anything to learn. It’s exciting, to think of all the things I don’t know—yet. There are all the things that I have the potential to learn, and the gravity of that isn’t so artificial.
Happy questing!
Kait
Like how am I supposed to sit here, at my desk, and invent a plausible explanation for artificial gravity? That’s asking a hell of a lot! I barely passed high school physics!
But this frustration with a lack of knowledge goes for most writing, even the more down-to-earth stuff (perhaps especially the down-to-earth stuff). How can I write a story with a character who is an investment banker if I don’t know anything about investment banking? How can I write a story about a corporation that takes over the world without knowing the first thing about how a corporation works? How can I write about an avid bird watcher without some credible knowledge of ornithology?
There are any number of ways to go about learning. Read a lot of books, peruse the internet, and ask lots of questions. Go places, see things, meet people. Every time I get around to course selection, I’m always drawn by the obscure electives—the really fascinating stuff that seems to have little practical application (for me anyway) except to further knowledge on a subject. I’m always interested in astronomy, anthropology, art, and linguistics, sciences too. I like the idea of sampling from all walks of life. Even if I don't usually get around to those particular course samplings.
As a child, knowledge was gathered piece-by-piece, by looking through a cheap plastic magnifying glass at a patch of dirt while getting my shoes muddy, or reading a stack of books, whether it be about how to be a detective, castles and knights, or Pluto (I was saddened to learn of Pluto’s demotion—like taking away a part of my childhood learning, not to mention rendering “The Magic School Bus Gets Lost in Space” out of date). There was never any goal to learning, it was all about satisfying curiosity. But along the way from there to here, learning became focused on letter grades, and credits, and began to cost a whole lot more than the price of a dollar store magnifying glass.
The shoes still occasionally see mud—such as the time my first year English class went on a nature hike. Mud was not in short supply.
I do love that evolution. We’re lucky to live in an age of internet and easy travel, where if we want to learn something, we can go and do it, on our own. Or we can learn in a classroom. Knowledge flows freer than ever before. Simply the fact that in our time, as a woman I can gain an education that not so long ago wouldn’t have been possible (or at least very difficult) is pretty darn cool.
So sometimes I feel frustrated about a subject. I don’t know enough, and don’t know where to start finding out, but I just remember, ignorance is the first stage of the journey. Without that initial ignorance, there wouldn't be anything to learn. It’s exciting, to think of all the things I don’t know—yet. There are all the things that I have the potential to learn, and the gravity of that isn’t so artificial.
Happy questing!
Kait
Friday, 26 February 2010
Reading Break
Reading break has a way of flying by, much like this semester has. A week ago there were feelings of freedom, excitement of a week to go in the Olympics, with the sense that Canada was just starting to get going. There was the anticipation of a week’s rest and fun. Now it’s the weekend, and there’s that bittersweet feeling that the games are coming to a close, as is reading break. As the athletes make their final push for gold, the final push to the end of the school year is in the back of my mind. The assignments are coming fast, and the reading seems endless (my stack of remaining readings comes in at about 18cm high—probably on the low end in comparison to others) and the fatigue is setting in.
School is a lot like long track speed skating! Each assignment is a lap that gets harder, as each week there’s a little less sleep to be had, until those final days leading to exams where it’s all adrenaline just fighting to cross the finish line. Writing my name on the top of the exam, or handing in that final assignment—whatever the outcome of the grade—is an accomplishment. Finishing the work feels golden.
But isn’t that getting ahead of things? In a race it’s important to be in the moment. Don’t look too far ahead. The same could be said for school. There’s still a month and a half to go. That’s a lot of laps.
In the mean time, go Canada.
Kaitlyn
Friday, 19 February 2010
Sick Day
I didn’t realize how widely the current common cold at VIU had spread until sitting in my genre fiction writing class on Tuesday. There were seats to spare in the usually cramped classroom, and who would willingly forgo a three hour discussion on writing science fiction? (though I could be biased on that one) Germs must have been the culprit!
I tend to think that I’m going to be immune to these things. I get colds, but I never miss classes for such silly little things! I was definitely sick on Monday, but plowed through. I had a paper due and I had to go to work. It’s February, which is basically the poorest month of the year for many students, such as myself. (I’ve just handed over my bank account to pay tuition, so missing work is not an option!) I was also sick on Tuesday, but I was certainly better than on Monday, and there was absolutely no chance that I would miss the science fiction class. Restraints would have been required.
I woke up on Wednesday feeling pretty crap, the cold had inevitably caught up and overtaken me, so I had to call it a sick day from school. I don’t do sick days, the last time I missed a class was November 2008, though I’ve been lucky this year. This week has been the first real cold I’ve had since last summer- which I figure is a pretty awesome run!
We’re told to stay home and get healthy when we feel like crap, but easier said then done. At least for me. Taking a day off school seems criminal! I have this eternal fear that on the one day I’m sick, I’ll miss some piece of information instrumental for one of my final exams, causing me to eventually crash and burn on the page, my exam booklet exploding, a metaphorical fireball....
I also don’t like to miss out.
But it was nice, to get my rest and recover, lie back on the couch and watch fifteen hours of Olympics and Dexter (alright, possibly a bit excessive). Snack on oranges and raisin toast in between the coughs, sneezes, and sniffles, and eventually face an impending assignment. (admittedly, in front of a hockey game) The important thing is that I slowed down, and got my rest.
Perhaps taking a sick day isn’t such a crime after all, and hopefully my exams won’t explode.
Happy Reading Break
Kaitlyn
I tend to think that I’m going to be immune to these things. I get colds, but I never miss classes for such silly little things! I was definitely sick on Monday, but plowed through. I had a paper due and I had to go to work. It’s February, which is basically the poorest month of the year for many students, such as myself. (I’ve just handed over my bank account to pay tuition, so missing work is not an option!) I was also sick on Tuesday, but I was certainly better than on Monday, and there was absolutely no chance that I would miss the science fiction class. Restraints would have been required.
I woke up on Wednesday feeling pretty crap, the cold had inevitably caught up and overtaken me, so I had to call it a sick day from school. I don’t do sick days, the last time I missed a class was November 2008, though I’ve been lucky this year. This week has been the first real cold I’ve had since last summer- which I figure is a pretty awesome run!
We’re told to stay home and get healthy when we feel like crap, but easier said then done. At least for me. Taking a day off school seems criminal! I have this eternal fear that on the one day I’m sick, I’ll miss some piece of information instrumental for one of my final exams, causing me to eventually crash and burn on the page, my exam booklet exploding, a metaphorical fireball....
I also don’t like to miss out.
But it was nice, to get my rest and recover, lie back on the couch and watch fifteen hours of Olympics and Dexter (alright, possibly a bit excessive). Snack on oranges and raisin toast in between the coughs, sneezes, and sniffles, and eventually face an impending assignment. (admittedly, in front of a hockey game) The important thing is that I slowed down, and got my rest.
Perhaps taking a sick day isn’t such a crime after all, and hopefully my exams won’t explode.
Happy Reading Break
Kaitlyn
Wednesday, 10 February 2010
The Sound of Deadlines
I, Kaitlyn Till, am an amazingly talented individual. I swear it, cross my heart and all that. You see, I have a Very Special Talent. I have this amazing ability to procrastinate! I have been honing this remarkable talent from a very young age, and feel that it has reached its glorious peak.
However, I am worried. I have an english paper due on Monday, and I have already chosen a topic, and have a commitment to have the draft completed by Saturday. Granted, I haven’t finished the readings, but somehow my reading may end up focused on the chosen topic. Egads! What? This is a travesty! My thorough procrastination skill development may possibly have been wasted!
I have come up with many fabulous procrastination aids over the years. One time that I had a paper due, I craftily decided to add cover art to all 4500+ songs in my itunes! Brilliant, right? Inventive? Definitely! And it’s incredibly useful because now I can flip through my ipod touch and see all the albums whizz across the screen, instead of the anonymous music note placeholder image that makes cover flow unexciting. My ipod is damn pretty, and that’s all thanks to procrastination.
If it weren’t for procrastination, I’d never vacuum or do other chores that only procrastination can inspire me to take on! Procrastination gets my laundry done. That can only be a good thing. Last semester I catalogued my entire book collection.
I have spoken to several other master procrastinators, and they have provided a wonderful list of further procrastination activities that you may like to try: walking the dog, riding the bus, YouTube, soak in the hot tub, sleep, reading ahead for other classes, reading every story in the anthology but the required one, sorting Facebook friends, reading fan fiction, baking five hundred cookies, drinking, taking a bunch of pictures and photoshopping them, making plans with friends, trying on clothes, reading in the bath, renovations, hiking, watching entire seasons of tv shows on DVD, knitting, catching up on procrastinated readings for other classes, taking extra shifts at work, sorting through stuff, and hatching plots to gain assignment extensions.
The thing is, I have to face the fact that there are so many fabulous things that can be accomplished by not procrastinating. Like having a paper copyedited, or taking it to the writing center or my prof for further suggestions. Even just having time to read it over before printing off the final copy! So I understand that there are upsides to being disciplined and ahead of the game and such, but then where’s the drama of last minute paper-production? It’s a truly organic, creative experience, dashing off that paper the night before it’s due, powering on, fueled by caffeine and adrenaline past three, four am, however long it takes to get the job done.
But then, I’m not sure I want to end up like famous procrastinator Douglas Adams, who once had to be shut up in a hotel room under the watch of his editor in order to finish a book. I wonder how many more books Douglas Adams could have produced in his (albeit, sadly short) lifetime if he hadn’t procrastinated.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I am going to further contemplate when to start my essay. I may possibly attempt an outline.
On a completely unrelated note, when ordering from subway—no matter your spicy food tolerance—make sure that the hot peppers don’t get stacked up at the end of the sub. The result is unpleasant.
Til after the paper is done,
Kaitlyn
However, I am worried. I have an english paper due on Monday, and I have already chosen a topic, and have a commitment to have the draft completed by Saturday. Granted, I haven’t finished the readings, but somehow my reading may end up focused on the chosen topic. Egads! What? This is a travesty! My thorough procrastination skill development may possibly have been wasted!
I have come up with many fabulous procrastination aids over the years. One time that I had a paper due, I craftily decided to add cover art to all 4500+ songs in my itunes! Brilliant, right? Inventive? Definitely! And it’s incredibly useful because now I can flip through my ipod touch and see all the albums whizz across the screen, instead of the anonymous music note placeholder image that makes cover flow unexciting. My ipod is damn pretty, and that’s all thanks to procrastination.
If it weren’t for procrastination, I’d never vacuum or do other chores that only procrastination can inspire me to take on! Procrastination gets my laundry done. That can only be a good thing. Last semester I catalogued my entire book collection.
I have spoken to several other master procrastinators, and they have provided a wonderful list of further procrastination activities that you may like to try: walking the dog, riding the bus, YouTube, soak in the hot tub, sleep, reading ahead for other classes, reading every story in the anthology but the required one, sorting Facebook friends, reading fan fiction, baking five hundred cookies, drinking, taking a bunch of pictures and photoshopping them, making plans with friends, trying on clothes, reading in the bath, renovations, hiking, watching entire seasons of tv shows on DVD, knitting, catching up on procrastinated readings for other classes, taking extra shifts at work, sorting through stuff, and hatching plots to gain assignment extensions.
The thing is, I have to face the fact that there are so many fabulous things that can be accomplished by not procrastinating. Like having a paper copyedited, or taking it to the writing center or my prof for further suggestions. Even just having time to read it over before printing off the final copy! So I understand that there are upsides to being disciplined and ahead of the game and such, but then where’s the drama of last minute paper-production? It’s a truly organic, creative experience, dashing off that paper the night before it’s due, powering on, fueled by caffeine and adrenaline past three, four am, however long it takes to get the job done.
But then, I’m not sure I want to end up like famous procrastinator Douglas Adams, who once had to be shut up in a hotel room under the watch of his editor in order to finish a book. I wonder how many more books Douglas Adams could have produced in his (albeit, sadly short) lifetime if he hadn’t procrastinated.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I am going to further contemplate when to start my essay. I may possibly attempt an outline.
On a completely unrelated note, when ordering from subway—no matter your spicy food tolerance—make sure that the hot peppers don’t get stacked up at the end of the sub. The result is unpleasant.
Til after the paper is done,
Kaitlyn
Wednesday, 3 February 2010
Thirteen Hours of Excellence
At VIU there are certain courses that complete nerds like me go crazy for. This semester, it's Fantasy Literature. The main work that we study is The Lord of the Rings, but why just read the book when there are those awesome movies available? That's what our class did on Saturday. We marathoned the trilogy (the extended editions, of course). It was thirteen hours of excellence, and here is the picture story.
Three Rings for the Elven-Kings under the sky,
Seven for the Dwarf-Lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
Second breakfast (pre-Fellowship of the Ring munching, mainly on donuts) The lecture theater that we had for watching was fabulously beautiful (much newer than any classroom that English students normally see!). It would be pretty much perfect, for the purpose of classes—amazing chairs, perfect view of the front from every seat. But chairs that are amazing for a classroom setting do not translate well for thirteen hours of parked bums (are there any chairs that do?).
Luncheon, between Fellowship and Two Towers.
Bring on The Two Towers.
After The Two Towers ended, we had our dinner break. The call of cheesy-delicious pizza was so alluring, that the camera was promptly forgotten, and there is no pictorial evidence of the pizza carnage.
Return of the King intermission. Popcorn bowls require re-filling.
There comes a point in such a marathon where the fatigue starts to set in, but it’s not so much tiredness as restlessness. As someone who finds it near impossible to sit still for a single class, this was the ultimate challenge, especially given the chairs! The restlessness really dug in its claws about an hour into Return of the King. However, a fabulous solution was found: a written commentary. There are two kinds of movies that are worth making snarky comments on: the very awesome, and the very awful. I don't think I need to state which category LOTR falls under. So began the passing around of a battered notebook. Here's a small sample:
K: The Orcs could do the triathlon. Run. Boat. Ride those monstery things from the last movie.
G: Gimli can do long jump!
K: Legolas can do high jump. Merry and Pippin can do shot-put (Pippin can also light the torch at opening ceremonies)
G: Sauron can watch and be the judge. Tom Bombadil can too, but he won’t care enough to give scores.
K: That’s okay- wouldn’t want Merry and Pippin to be disqualified for drug use!
B: Pretty sure everyone is on drugs. Gandalf smokes a lot.
Post-movie clean up! Once the movies are over, the tiredness just fades away, segueing into post-marathon hyperactivity. It gets us through the food-tidying.
The nerds head for home...
...or not. Of course the day can't conclude without a little extra adventure, in this case, while carrying supplies out to the car, the building locked us out. We got our exercise running the perimeter trying all the doors. After twenty minutes and the prof calling security, we got back in the building. I retrieved such vital items as my wallet, and sweater (apparently it was more important to keep the camera with me than such essential things as ID, and money) and things ended Happily Ever After.
The moral of the story? Don't let the door shut behind you. Always prop it open.
Also, it's a good idea to question the origin of golden rings, should one come into your possession. Especially it it has magical disappearing properties.
Until next week,
Kaitlyn Till
Three Rings for the Elven-Kings under the sky,Seven for the Dwarf-Lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
Second breakfast (pre-Fellowship of the Ring munching, mainly on donuts) The lecture theater that we had for watching was fabulously beautiful (much newer than any classroom that English students normally see!). It would be pretty much perfect, for the purpose of classes—amazing chairs, perfect view of the front from every seat. But chairs that are amazing for a classroom setting do not translate well for thirteen hours of parked bums (are there any chairs that do?).
Luncheon, between Fellowship and Two Towers.
Bring on The Two Towers.After The Two Towers ended, we had our dinner break. The call of cheesy-delicious pizza was so alluring, that the camera was promptly forgotten, and there is no pictorial evidence of the pizza carnage.
Return of the King intermission. Popcorn bowls require re-filling.There comes a point in such a marathon where the fatigue starts to set in, but it’s not so much tiredness as restlessness. As someone who finds it near impossible to sit still for a single class, this was the ultimate challenge, especially given the chairs! The restlessness really dug in its claws about an hour into Return of the King. However, a fabulous solution was found: a written commentary. There are two kinds of movies that are worth making snarky comments on: the very awesome, and the very awful. I don't think I need to state which category LOTR falls under. So began the passing around of a battered notebook. Here's a small sample:
K: The Orcs could do the triathlon. Run. Boat. Ride those monstery things from the last movie.
G: Gimli can do long jump!
K: Legolas can do high jump. Merry and Pippin can do shot-put (Pippin can also light the torch at opening ceremonies)
G: Sauron can watch and be the judge. Tom Bombadil can too, but he won’t care enough to give scores.
K: That’s okay- wouldn’t want Merry and Pippin to be disqualified for drug use!
B: Pretty sure everyone is on drugs. Gandalf smokes a lot.
Post-movie clean up! Once the movies are over, the tiredness just fades away, segueing into post-marathon hyperactivity. It gets us through the food-tidying.
The nerds head for home...
...or not. Of course the day can't conclude without a little extra adventure, in this case, while carrying supplies out to the car, the building locked us out. We got our exercise running the perimeter trying all the doors. After twenty minutes and the prof calling security, we got back in the building. I retrieved such vital items as my wallet, and sweater (apparently it was more important to keep the camera with me than such essential things as ID, and money) and things ended Happily Ever After.The moral of the story? Don't let the door shut behind you. Always prop it open.
Also, it's a good idea to question the origin of golden rings, should one come into your possession. Especially it it has magical disappearing properties.
Until next week,
Kaitlyn Till
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