a few of my favorites

by the way, if you notice that far from the whole spectrum of the family is represented here, it's because I don't have access to everyone's pictures yet and am thus limited to the ones I have here on campus already.

Conspiracy Theory

Sorry to get you excited, but the title was just to get you to read the post, making you think it's another one of those so well founded arguments that credit cards are the sign of the beast and the millennium is 243 days away and mormon's have food storage b/c they won't be taken up with the others.
Rather, it's the Sociology dept. where anti-social behavior comes with the job, but there's an odd trend I find with these tenured professors. Unless it's earlier than 7 o'clock, they dare not let their office lights show. Instead they hide away in their dark offices hoping that their poor suffering students (suffering b/c they had the poor luck of choosing a tenured prof who no longer cares about student ratings and gives them assignments where they are to learn instead of merely jumping through hoops of busy work, which confounds the young student because the child has never been asked to think before) are fooled by their light-less window and leave them in their cushioned hermitage to ponder life and discover the end of the latest mystery novel before the 2nd chapter. Alone to contemplate their sacrifice of sleep and convictions to get where they're at. Alone to drink their diet Dr. Pepper in a paper bag. The point? who wouldn't want to be a tenured professor?

Long Hallways

Conclusion to this post: Long hallways are extremely awkward.

There you have it. No need to read further unless you're trying to keep yourself from checking your e-mail account for the 7th time this morning.

Back to original thought: hallways. No one knows which direction to look when walking down long hallways. Right, at the pictures of old dead men? Left, at the fascinating design of concrete blocks? or straight ahead at the person who is coming towards you, but you would think was being beamed up to a UFO by the way he's looking up at the ceiling?
It only becomes more agonizing when you have to decide whether to acknowledge that there is a human being in your presence, or not. And if you do, what do you do then? head nod? smile? an Irish jig?
Its worse though if the hallway is so long that you don't know if you are acquainted with the other individual or not. That's when your happy if you decided against the Irish jig. If you don't, you might just be safe. But if you do, you risk waving before you're actually close enough to carry on a conversation and thus wait just looking at each other removing yourself from humanity and placing yourself in the category of two brown cows.