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Thurs, October 26, 2006
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Darts & Pats (Submit your own!) A “Sim-City-this-is-not” dart to the Harrisonburg traffic engineers who crammed 83 stoplights into our town to cover up the fact that they can’t lay out a decent road. A “someone-needs-a-purpose-in-their-life” dart to the person who ripped the parking permit off my car and nearly cost me a ticket. A “what-did-I-ever-do-to-you?” dart to the squirrels on campus for pelting me with acorns every fall. A “you-can-take-our-clothes-but-never-our-spirit” dart to the tasteless underclassmen that moved homecoming streakers’ clothes from the Quad to Wilson Hall. A “who-knew-the-Top-25-was-hazardous?” dart to the Festival computers for not allowing me to view the Division I-AA football rankings because it “contains inappropriate content.” A “we-were-handing-out-T-shirts-not-tissues” dart to the Student Ambassadors who complained about the Purple Out shirt distribution. A “my-life-flashed-before-my-eyes” dart to the guy who gave a two-inch gap as he rode past on his bike on South Main Street. An “are-you-threatening-me?” dart to Brian Goodman, The Breeze’s mouthpiece of the cosmos, for telling all people born between March 21 and April 19 that they will die.
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