(this post was written and intended for publication on Thursday night. Blogger was acting silly and then I got busy and so only now is it available for viewing. :D )

I took a nice nap between western civ and american history. Over an hour, and I actually slept well too.

There wasn't any texas/west today, because Dr. Johnson and hopefully lots of the education majors in the class were at an open forum for a possible new dean of the education department. Michaela and I tried to bum some cookies off the preview weekend welcome in Glaske, but were sadly disappointed. After that, she showed me the publications office, because I'd never seen it. It was way cool.

They had all the old Yellowjackets in there, in book form. Some of those old editors were crazy people. I also played with the weird layout boards and rulers they used before computers were invented, and also, it should be noted the publications computers are way way nice. They have lots of heavy-duty software and the resources to run them right. They even had the newest version of my fav image editor: Photoshop CS.

Then I came back and messed around in DAOC before buckling down to some spanish. I've kinda sorta settled on a thesis for my final big Texas/West paper, but that will be one project to be pushed forward this weekend.

After dinner, I walked in to It/Conan/Celt/Zerg's room, and lo and behold, Paige, Emily and Courtney were there about to watch the Passion of the Christ. Strange to walk into guys' room and find pretty much just girls there, but the fellows were off with other things and so since it was open dorms, they helped themselves to the room. :D

The movie was... moving. It is hard to put positive adjectives on it. I thought it was very artfully done. I got the feeling as I watched that I was walking through a gallery of medieval paintings about Christ's last hours: not always completely accurate to the Scriptures, but beautiful and moving all the same. I think it was meant to portray an idea, and in that it was successful.

Not to say all of the movie was visually appealing. There were parts that were difficult to watch. I would say most of the movie's intensity was derived from simply watching a human suffer to that extent.

So... it wasn't the Bible, but I didn't watch it expecting the inspired Word of God. I watched it like I would a painting... and I thought it a well-drawn one.

And now, I keep telling myself I need to do Spanish, but other things keep hopping in the way. Now I'm going to run down to the societies and do some preliminary probing about a story I have to cover for The Cause. Apparently there's the inter-societies rope pull on Saturday, and I hope it doesn't conflict with the historical society's volunteer trip to the Gregg County museum. We shall see.

Today the second-to-last Yellowjacket of the semester appeared in everyone's CPO boxes. Poor Bolt is losing sleep and didn't even tell me he was up early in the morning single-handedly hauling all of them down to the campus post office. Of all weeks of the year, I actually don't have any assignments due this week and nothing better to do early in the morning than either sleep or help him. This was our first 8-page paper and every bit of it is good. I am really happy with what Shroud and Bolt have done with this thing.

Michaela and Spence each wrote a very excellent column for this issue of the paper. You should read them when you get the chance. The more I get to know them, the more pleased I am to work with them next year. For The Cause!

(wow scary, I'm ending more and more posts with that battlecry... Bolt's mind control is increasing exponentially the closer he gets to graduating!)