One of the good things about having a blog no-one reads is that I can say basically whatever I want however I want. The generally accepted conventions of English prose melt away with every keystroke, and any readers who may stumble upon this website (I’m so sorry) are left with more or less a stream of consciousness.
To get this out of the way, I’m mildly sick today. I didn’t have PoliSci with r/Neoliberal’s strongest soldier, Dr. Rhodes, which is a shame because that class is fun, but a blessing because it means I don’t have points taken off for attendance. I should have had Linear Algebra with Dr. Talbott, but sick. Unfortunately, I can’t invoke that for my weekly meeting with Dr. Lempa in about forty-five minutes (there’s no leniency for illness there), and after that I have choir. The less said about that the better (the Requiem’s coming along nicely at least). On Friday, I tried running a game, but it didn’t go well. The short version is that I overprepared while failing to keep momentum going quickly, turning things into a slog. Unfortunately, there won’t be a second session of that. I’m sorry. There was no Cyberpunk or Pathfinder on Saturday, either, to take my mind off it. Anyway, did I post my review of Night Swim? Spoilers: it sucked. 2024’s off to a great start as far as bad movies come.
Sierpinski Tetrahedron 