Because He'll Come After You If You Don't

Unfortunately, I don't have a lot of time for a coherent post tonight, but at least my class did get out early enough to let me write something again.

I suppose I should also mention that this "class" I speak of is part of the MBA program, which I officially began last week. It's too early to tell how the classes will work out, but I'm remaining optimistic. The late nights on Mondays and Wednesdays haven't been too hard to handle (yet), and Steve and I are making the best of it. I'm still finding out creative ways to get to class through strange-yet-surprisingly-easyl combinations of Metro and driving, but the overall beauty of the West Falls Church campus is that it's only 5-10 minutes away from my house. The building itself doesn't evoke any sense grandeur or of actually being at Tech, though, I'm sorry to say. They need to renovate it with some Hokie stone. I think the UVA half of the building might object to that, but really - who cares, right? It's weird enough seeing UVA and Tech merchandise side-by-side in the building's bookstore. I suppose graduate students are expected to be more mature and accepting of others... we'll see how that theory holds up in late November. Say around Thanksgiving?

Two more links for you:

- Hokie Explorer has a sobering view of being part of the tense events of last Monday in Blacksburg.

- Josh (The Love Pirate, not my roommate) has a review of Snakes On A Plane, complete with a good synopsis of how the whole thing evolved. I don't know if I'll find anyone to go see this with me, and I'm not even completely sure I want to see it. I was, however, pretty much sold once Josh (my roommate, not the Love Pirate) sent me my personalized voicemail from Samuel L. Jackson a couple of weeks ago. I sent some of my own out, as well, and history was made.