Dear God, What Hast Man Doth Wrought?

Telling booth babes at E3 to tone it down is like telling automakers to inform moviegoers that the performance of their vehicles onscreen will most likely differ from reality; it goes against the grain.

Denying geeks, dweebs and dorks the possibly singular time in their life that beautiful women in skimpy cosplay outfits will pretend to find them even remotely interesting and worthy of attention is JUST PLAIN WRONG!!! If Benjamin Franklin, Founding Father and Original American Nerd (copyright pending) and all-around pervert were alive today he might say something like: "wherein does the harm lie? Does a French whore not have the best of suitors? This modern puritinism is most foul in intent and nature, stemming as it does from perceived moral lapses and underlying sexual frustration. The old, ugly head of jealousy rears itself at our most promising subculture, much to its detriment." Or something like that.

Enough.

This week, I submitted my application for the B.A. Program at the Graduate Center at CUNY. I've been told it's just a formality, but I will take that with a grain of salt until I'm in the proverbial door. Have to transfer to Hunter from LaGuardia because I need to be at a senior college (plus I need to get a mentor and Hunter has a shitload of potentials in their Psychology Department). Benefits include being able to go to any school in the CUNY system (that's 17 colleges at this point) that has I class I want to take without transferring or requisitions or any bureaucratic nonsense. Plus, I'll be eligible for all sorts of scholarships. That's the good: the bad is the students at Hunter seem - err - pompous. Stuck-up. Much like the elitist assholes they claim to be against. I get this from conversations in the hall debating the use of females as soldiers in a version of Henry the Fifth to parody newsmagazines published by students that hope to come of as witty but are really little more than cloaked cries for help. And don't get me started on pet causes...

On the job front, I've been given the o.k. from my doctor to return to work but it seems that the district manager is dragging his ass, telling me he's filled my position and something might open up in a few weeks. He acts like I actually want to return. I don't, but he has no right to keep me from work. Still debating whether or not to push the issue legally, but those who know me I don't like litigation unless it actually serves a good purpose. I'll know on Tuesday. Already spoke about it to the Mrs., and she's fine with whatever I decide. I'm leaning towards telling him to kiss my ass, that and shooting off a letter to his boss in Florida. I dunno. I'll probably settle for a positive letter of recommendation from my lead manager.

Bubba hates his new daycare teacher. I don't blame him: they've changed staff more often than Paris Hilton embarrasses herself publically and I notice the toll it's taking on the kids in his class. Probably best to pull him out of there. Probably will in the coming month.

I'm building Bubba a toy Rocket (from Little Einsteins) for his birthday. For some reason, Disney jumped the shark on this merchandising opportunity and I wanted to make him something special. Balsa wood with acrylic paint, so it'll be light and strong. Have to design it this weekend. Oddly enough, there's very few pictures of this thing from all angles. Wonder if that's intentional?