Under anesthetic, subdivided and synthetic

The highlight of last night: Biscuit leaping on erica_roo's knees and singing and chirping to her during a Lost commercial. Too cute.

Ah, the annual exercise of self-promotion and resume-padding that is the student government elections. I was just thrilled to see someone put the fun back into it by running two tickets for the pres/VP ticket -- one as ninjas, another pirates. And the pirate king turned out to be Tyrone, former lead techie for the Collegian (but has nothing to do with their abysmal web presence, so don't blame him for that). The ninjas eventually got disqualified for not submitting an expense report, but the pirates not only stayed in the race, they made it to the runoff. At which point the almighty Greek vote will band together and vote them off the island, but I'm sure Tyrone doesn't care right now -- I'm sure beating Bryan Cox (another former techie with whom "icy" doesn't even begin to describe their relationship) was win enough. Yarr, matey.

Speaking of the Collegian (oh, look, it's online, and it's not even 10 am yet!), today's headlines include "Kansas minimum wage to remain at $2.65" (from the welcome-to-the-21st-century department) and "Blu-ray beats HD in format battle" (from the welcome-to-two-weeks-ago department). Ah, here's a good one: "Worker upholds tale of theater ghost" -- a one-source mini-feature on the haunted theater on campus (but is it just me or does this story read like the coherence was edited into it?). I, for the record, never ran into Nick myself, despite occasionally falling asleep in the Masque while directing a play in there. Everyone else in my cast and crew did, I think. Of course, given the state of my mind at the time, I could've been beset by the assembled hordes of Mordor and not noticed.

Let's see if the "Old Collegian Archives" link works yet. Mmmmnope. Maybe next year.

Last night, bliss. A Kornheiser-free Monday Night Football left-coast edition. Watched the first half with the birds, who'd been screaming for attention -- took them out and they immediately picked a spot and camped out. Tiny Moo, right shoulder. Moosie, left knee. Muffin, stomach. Biscuit, left collarbone. Each got progressively more content and poofed out his feathers and just relaxed with Daddy. At least, for the first quarter. In the second quarter the older boys started scampering about the carpet while Biscuit stayed in place, making his content chewing-on-rocks sound.

Sadly, we only made it through the first half before birdie-nigh-night time, but when I get home, the second half will be DVD-burny-ready, and we'll have boys' night out again.

Of course, a 27-0 win over the Raiders helps. No "woo we're in first in the AFC West" yet, though.