Finally, a pep rally that doesn't suck...

Winter pep assembly. Maybe one-third of the usual crowd of students for this sort of thing. All of them exhausted. Demoralized. Imaginations and spirits crushed to dust because of a month of no sunshine, grueling projects and oppressive, mean-spirited teaching. God bless us, every one.

So instead of throwing stern looks at crowds of pubescents chanting asinine slogans ("Seniors rule!" "No, juniors rule!" "No, seniors rule!" "No, seniors rule!" "No, juniors...wait!" "Ah hah! Got you!") and carting kids to the dean's office for throwing toilet paper, silly string, hats, shirts, pants, and each other to the floor, I got to sit comfortably in the bleachers and make fun of everyone. Grand.

Then it was off to John and Sarah's place, to see their spawn. The kid was born in October, but, since we're such losers, we didn't get around to it until February. Whatever. The kid can't even walk yet; what's the fuss?

Being the idiots that we are, we forgot the camera. So here's a reasonable facsimile:



John, Sarah, if you're reading (and what else would you be doing while at home with a kid on a Saturday evening?), I'll replace it. Provided the kid is suitably adorable in the picture.