Stories:
Ended a Workshop 20 minutes early by violent action.
Sat through a god awful JACC board meeting.
My Hotel Room-mate is a bloody Hippy that wouldn't wake up for a Nuclear Attack.
Went to a workshop "Putting Comedy in your column", found out that I'm funnier than the person running it.
Ending the Workshop:
So at about 4:45 Saturday I was sitting in a Public Relations Workshop during its Q& A segment. I lean back a little to stretch (furniture isn't built for people with long arms or legs, I swear), and suddenly I'm on the floor. The back of the chair had given out and I'd fallen straight back. my outstretched arms knocked the table behind me aside, and my legs ALMOST sent the table in front of me flying. Thankfully it just ended up knocked over.
Proctor: "Oh my Goodness! Are you all right?"
Me: "Holy fuck. How'd I get down here? Yeah. I'm fine. Chair's not."
So after I get up and assure everyone I'm fine, a couple people quickly vacate, of which there's prompt laughter outside. The Proctor tries to answer any other questions, but there really isn't since everyone's trying not to laugh. So she ended it 20 minutes early.
The JACC meeting:
I'm obligated to attend this JACC meeting with the advisor. It's god awful boring and I go through most of it listening to my Ipod. However, I'M starving, so I'm constantly distracted. Then this meeting gets elongated when one school rep starts discussing the possibility of splitting the award categories because SoCal won best Design because "They're a monthly publication so they had more time to layout." Which is bullshit. Every college in the JACC works on a different schedule/budget; some are monthly, some are bi-weekly, some are weekly. Some have better equipment. There's absolutely no way to even the playing field, and separating the awards category, while seemingly logical, would mean further draining money and time from judges since they'd have to split a bunch of categories into subcategories and all that kind of crap. That argument extended the meeting by twenty or thirty minutes until the Solano Advisor stood up and basically said "Okay. While I'm sure everyone feels better about themselves by whining and bitching, it's not going to solve anything so let's shut up, move on, and end this so we can go eat." I then stood up and said "I second this motion."
My room mate the hippy:
First off, my Room mate was a vegan. It annoys me not because he doesn't eat meat, but because his point of view has lead to annoying conversations. Nice guy, but this part kind of annoys me.
"Why are the Mythbusters using pigs?"
"They're an analog for humans."
"Why'd they kill the pigs for this? It's such a waste."
"Look. They got them from a butchers shop. Either the pigs were going to get eaten, or they get shot with a cannonball. You wouldn't be happy with either, so stop questioning it."
Anyway. This guy is also a log when it comes to sleep. He asks me to wake him up for the breakfast Friday Morning. I'm up at 6:30, it's at 7:15. I wait until 7:00 and try to wake him up.
"Meeeeh. It'll be there at 7:30." Yeah.
Saturday night he asks me to wake him up when I wake up so we can go to the Pantry. I wake up at 6:00. I wait until about 6:45 and try to wake him up.
"Hey. Dude. You want to go to the Pantry or what?'
"Meeeeeh. I dunno."
"Fuck you then." So I went by myself, which wasn't nearly as fun.
