See you soon.

Hey Homies.
As I wrote the word "homie," I wondered if the kids still use that term, and if it still means what I think it means. My computer tells me it means "a homeboy or homegirl." I like getting my computer to tell me stupid things. You are a fool, applebot.

So, Homeboy or Homegirl, I have missed you. I am on my last winter break of my student career (unless I go back for the punchline that is a PhD in Studio Art. Yes, it exists. But don't worry, I won't.) Breaks are the best part of school. I suppose I will continue to reap this succulent waste of time if I pull a professorship somewhere, but as that is uncertain, I carpe diem all over this thing. I am visiting Professor Passion in his Fortress of Spinozatude. In a short time we will break this huddle to visit our respective families, eventually returning to formation in the midwest to see old friends. That means you!

This being the first real free time I have had in a while, I thought I should write a little something down in this bloog. What, you ask? No idea. On the drive here I passed under a bridge called Fangboner Road. I laughed at this for a solid 5 minutes alone in my car, and was able to cheer myself up at any point during the remaining drive by just thinking about it. What a great name for a road, pet, or child. I call dibs. You better not all have bebies and call them Fangboner, I don't want to start any trends. I also drove past Bong Recreation Area. I found this less entertaining, but wondered if this name had come about through some sort of committee of well-intentioned boobs. I am sure the Bong family were pillars etc, they would be very happy with their recreation area, but come on. The name begs for cops and uninspired highschool students.

Speaking of uninspired.