The Bad Boys of Computer Science
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Sporadic Rant:
This update comes a little late because I was out seeing Ghost Dog. Good flick, but it might not appeal to everyone: I liked it a lot, but my fiancee fell asleep on my arm. Today's comic wraps up the horrific tale I like to call "Revenge of the Psycho Hose-Beast." Nothing big on the news front, but I'll share a funny story with you about the guys that I don't think I can convert to comic form.
A Random Funny Bad Boys Story:
Okay, flash back to Midterms last semester. It's the day before the Assembly midterm, and we've been getting the months-long beatdown from the very tough and strict professor. So, being the geniuses that they are, Tim and Andy (along with some of our other friends) decide to go out and hit a couple of bars the night before the exam.I opt to stay home and be a good boy since I'm expecting a pretty harsh test. Naturally, this isn't good enough for Andy, who calls me up during the night to call me out. Each subsequent time he calls, he's a little more drunk. The last time he calls is around midnight, "NICK! WAZZUP? Get your ass out here!" Finally, he gives up and I go to sleep.
The next day, I walk into the room a couple of minutes before class, and there are four conspicuous empty seats (the four guys who went out last night, naturally). Of course, this is an afternoon class (1:15 PM EST), so they must have been really hung over. A couple of moments before he starts to hand out the test, the four guys walk in. Okay, "walk" is a generous word. The four guys shamble in like newly risen zombies. They're all wearing sunglasses and shying away from the sunlight coming in through the large windows. I talk to them briefly in a loud voice (because I'm a jerk) and chuckle as they flinch away.
So we take the test. Andy is out of there in a flash, he finishes the test in just a little over half an hour. I'm done probably 10 minutes later and I notice that Andy left his stuff on his seat, but he's been gone all that time. I hang around for a bit and talk to Cory, one of my friends who accompanied Tim and Andy the previous night, who finishes about the same time I do. Finally, I leave. Tim is still taking the test, and Andy is nowhere to be seen.
Fast forward a week, and we get the tests back. And of course Andy gets the best grade in the class with a whopping 94. Tim and I tie with a 92. Go figure. And where was Andy all that time after he finished? In the restroom with the green apple splatters. There's probably a lesson to be learned from this somewhere, but I'll be damned if I know what it is. Peace out, y'all.