Thursday, January 20, 2005

Math hurts...

Okay -- want to know where Sonny's been since, say, Friday?

Trolling through applications for the 2005-2006 Resident Assistants, that's where.

Try 302 completed, viable candididates. Whittled down from 494.

All of which I had to review.

Now all I have to do is figure out how to fit 382 interviews into a day designed to handle 288.

...and the fun ain't over yet, kids...

Friday, January 14, 2005

I can't see New York


I have LITERALLY been so busy the past few days that I have not had a chance to check my email. So, if you've sent me an email -- or called me -- sorry. The messages are still sitting in the Inbox. When I reply, just treat it like it's a time capsule or something.

Things are going to be busy until after January 18 -- that's the deadline for all the applicants for C.L.A.S.S. Advocates, Resident Assistants, and Village Community Assistants to finalize their applications.


CURRENTLY PLAYING: Scarlet's Walk by Tori Amos

Tuesday, January 04, 2005

The passing of THE SPIRIT...

More information can be found at Newsarama

Legendary comics and graphic novel artist and writer Will Eisner died last night, Monday, January 3, 2005, in Fort Lauderdale, Florida, at the age of 87, following complications from quadruple heart bypass surgery.

Will Eisner didn't create Superman, Batman, Spider-Man or even Archie and Jughead. Some comic book fans may scratch their heads when asked to describe his work. But every artist and writer in comic books, as well as graphic artists across the entire spectrum of modern illustration, television and film, owes a debt to him.

In 1941, Eisner created a goofball detective named Denny Colt who died (not really) and was reborn as "The Spirit," the cemetery-dwelling protector of the public - and pretty girls in particular. The Spirit possessed no superpowers. He couldn ' t see through his girlfriend ' s clothing the way a curious alien like the Man of Steel might scientifically investigate Lois Lane. And he wasn't a brilliant technologist like Batman, imagineering hokey gadgets and psychedelic compounds for all-night parties with the Joker.