Please, lady, make your kid focus the power of the Holy Spirit better. Or get them off the floor. I don't know why people let their kids do that kind of thing. Sure, it's endearing and cute--to a certain extent. The grey area between endearing and annoying is both dim and thin. Writhing children aside, I do enjoy playing the saxophone though, but only in jazz band. Not in concert band, hence the photos. Here is another fun photograph from the same evening, still jazz band:
Stickler and Beelz, pictured camera center and right respectively, are some of my favorite colleagues. It also helps that we're all completely out of our minds during rehearsals (and in general). Beelz is very intent as evidenced by his furrowed brow; Stickler is not. It is worth noting that my facial expression when musicking does not change. Some people I know have really fun-looking eyebrows when they get into the music; alas, I do not!Also, DIS MAH GURLFREEN, U LIEK?
I'll refer to her as Kiddo in this context. We plan to marry and issue forth a household of mighty sons, all of whom will inherit our rapier wits and devastatingly good looks. Either that or we'll have two Boxers and never get around to actual children.
Today I assisted my roommate JF (pictured below, camera right) in producing a short film based on a recent nightmare of mine. In said dream, the Asbury Student Faculty Council had amended the community standards to mandate that no woman shall wear jeans with a zipper shorter than nine inches (i.e., Mom Jeans). It was...horrifyingly hilarious. We ended up making a film that mocks all genres of horror and has a distinct Dada-ist/surrealist bent (seeing that a surrealist conceived the idea). I'm writing the music, again Dada-ist and surrealist.
JF insists that he looks like he's twelve in the photo--it could be the socks. I disagree, citing the five-o'clock shadow. To his credit, he did need a haircut at the time. It was also an odd angle and an odd shot to begin with, as the photographer for that evening, Our Katherine, did not give adequate warning and I had just begun to polish off a slice of pizza. You can't do that suavely without nibbling at the crust--and let's face it, college males do not nibble at crust. I do remember that being a fun evening, seeing as it was unseasonably warm (I think this was the last week in February and the high was something like 70). Note also the Cherry Coke cans--this was during my "switch back to regular so I can wean myself off of soda entirely" phase, because I'm addicted to caffeine and aspartame in conjunction.That workedNOT! I'm back on a quart of Diet Coke a day. I need to quit this crap posthaste because as much as I like it I like cancer a heck of a lot less.
Moral of the story: college is a great thing.
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