Friday, January 20, 2006

a post in which eg not only imitates aa's style of titling his poetry, but also writes about the pub while watching Bride and Prejudice

I went to the Pub again tonight to finish inscape. You have to be careful when you go to the Pub on a Thursday night. If you go before 9:00 p.m. you run the risk of being attacked by the Leading Edge. So I patiently waited until 9:05 to drive to campus.

9:13 I'm at the Pub. I park my car at the curb and pull my keys out of my purse. (Naveen Andrews is hot.) I dodge the melting snow falling off the roof. Check the door. It's unlocked. Damn.

There are a few people upstairs. Okay. I don't want to be upstairs. I cross my fingers that my room is empty and head down the stairs, ignoring every stray look I get. Two of the rooms at the bottom of the stairs are open with peoples. The door to my room is closed. I knock. No answer. I assume I got my way--and open the door to find three people. No, not just three people. Three smelly people. Here's a word of advice: If you're in a hot room for a long period of time, no amount of ventilation is too much. (I want random musical numbers when I go shopping. And Naveen Andrews. Or the guy playing Darcy. What's his name? Martin something?)

"They look sizzling, no?"

So the stinky people. And my room. And the only computer in the whole place that will open the TIFF files I downloaded last night. I (nicely) kick the girl sitting in front of my computer out of the chair and the room and begin to count the minutes until they leave. All of them. I'm guessing ten minutes.

Would I be writing this if they were only there for ten minutes? Of course not. They were there nearly as long as I was--more than an hour. (I want an arranged marriage.) And they weren't working on a publication, Leading Edge or otherwise. They were doing math. (Henderson. Martin Henderson.) Since when is the math lab in the Pub? It's not. And will someone explain why they had to be in my room? Grrr.

That out of my system, I'd like to invite you to visit me tomorrow in the Garden Court. 11:00 to 2:00. It's the student journal fair. It would have been nice to know it was tomorrow before this week, but whatever. I made up wristbands, I have submission forms, and lots of candy. (Mmm mmm good. Not the candy. Mr. Henderson.)


Thirdmango said...

Hmmm, for me being mr. ignorant, what is the Pub?

erin said...

The Humanities Publication Center. Basically it's a ghetto house that has sincere meaning to a lot of us publishing nerd people.

Tolkien Boy said...

That was fun to see you today.

And "Attacked By Leading Edge" needs to be an article in the Daily Universe.

Toasteroven said...

Hah! I can get in that place.
Yes, legally. And, to a part of the office that Englishy people won't attack.

But yeah, that house is tres interessant. Very weird. Fortunately, I've not had problems with people there.

KapkaVictim said...

What's people's beef with Leading Edge? They are, after all, if not leading edge, at least quite a bit impressive for a student journal. They've published some later-very-successful authors and often get really nice art.

AND people actually pay to get their publication. Would we could ever get that.

But math in the pub? that's foolish.

Master Fob said...

I think you need to post on your blog more often.


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