Stupid signs project

I got weird and hyper and then sick Tuesday night. This is what I did with the hyper - there have been some annoying signs going up around campus recently, which look like this:



They went up in waves over a few days, with "Honor" the first day, then "Pride," then "Passion."

Leaving work Tuesday night, I started thinking genius thoughts, and went back to my room and made some better signs. I finished them in about an hour, and went back to the library all brimming with enthusiasm to print them out and apprise Jenan (working the desk) of my plans. She was not entirely enthusiastic, and concerned by my energy at the (to her) late hour of 1:15 AM. Bah, I said. I went out cheerfully in the damp and taped signs up. Sometime later, logical deduction tells me, I must have gone to bed, though my memory of this time is imperfect.

Anyway. My signs:











(The last couple of sets I was careful to put up in and around the Computer Science building, as I felt I could not rely on their being understood elsewhere.)

WTF SquareEnix

[nerd]

So apparently Final Fantasy XII just bots itself?!

...

The way I play turn-based RPG's? This is excellent.

Hahahaha, somewhere someone with a Y chromosome just felt a great disturbance in the force. And also completely bled all over himself from the ears.

[/nerd]

This is the apocalypse!

The Aforementioned Red Bull Mole Encounter:

On Tuesdays and Thursdays I have the 9:00 PM-to-midnight shifts at the library. This is obviously not ideal, but Jenan grabbed the midnight-to-2:00 AM shifts, so, you know, what are you going to do. The other person on the shift is presently a sophomore who only just got hired. Which isn't a problem, because she's not a crazy person or anything, but I've still got to answer a lot of questions and show her how to work stuff and all.

Little did we know that there was another new hire in the library Tuesday night. Little did we know that we stood, that evening, under the same buzzing fluorescent lights as the Red Bull Mole.

Or as they dub it, "the student brand manager".

The Mole waited until after eleven to make its move. It struck at a moment when the senior supervisors had retreated into the back office to do computer stuff, and the junior supervisor had gone to the bathroom. It might well even have been listening in, earlier, while I was explaining cargo procedures to the new girl, marked which was the senior student worker, and decided to wait until she was too engrossed in her gigolo comic to take notice of its unseelie shenanigans.

At any rate, it was she who turned to me and said, "Oh, wow. What do you think this is?"





(Aw, isn't that cute. BUT IT'S WRONG)

She asked me if I thought she should go find the person who'd dropped them off, since she "didn't see anyone go outside, so they must still be in here somewhere" - but I'd remembered the fliers that had showed up around campus at the end of spring semester, soliciting applications for the exalted position of Denison University Red Bull Student Brand Manager. I assured her that this was definitely an intentional Red Bull "drop," calculated to addict people who might be falling asleep towards the end of their shifts, and that much the same procedure was used by cocaine dealers to addict affluent suburban ten-year-olds on Halloween. Or maybe I didn't say that second part. I then, immersed in my own fuming anti-consumer bigotry, asked what the person had looked like. She said she thought it had had been "just some girl." My holy quest to slap a person in some way associated with the marketing of soft drinks had been thwarted... for now.

She asked if I thought we could keep them, and I told her they were all hers, but asked her to wait to dismantle it until I'd taken some pictures. And that is the tale of My Red Bull Mole Encounter On Tuesday.