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The black found me playing ping pong with Katie. The first words out of her mouth are not "uh-oh" or "what happened." No, instead the lights go dark and Katie says "My point". I love this woman.
Overheard: A young man on his cell phone saying that he was second in line at Cobrizo's. This may be the second worst tragedy caused by the blackout. Only beaten by the poor sap who was actually ordering. Any deaths are irrelevant.
I realize that residents think RAs have secret access to university information. Hell, sometimes I purposely portray that very thing. Regardless of this fact the question "What happened" is still stupid. Of course I was asked it multiple times.
Friendly reminder that college does not require actual intelligence: I had to put signs on the elevators saying they were not working.
Naturally I want to know what's going on. A wave of concern flows over me that our society is way too dependent on digital information. I can't get on my computer. Certainly it runs on battery, but the internet routers do not. I cannot call my front desk because it's a cordless phone. APS doesn't have a twitter account, and even if it did I can't find it because my phone doesn't have a browser. Luckily this flush of panic quickly passes. Radio in the truck still works.
Flagstaff is too small. All our radio stations are ported from PHX, or serve Prescott, Sedona and Flag. No one cares about Not A University's problem.
Evidently 90% of the population in McConnell decided the blackout was a right and proper time to light up the buddah. Is anyone surprised?
1 comments:
"..hell sometimes I even portray it"
"Naturally I wanted to know what happened"
"Regardless, 'What happened?' is still stupid."
Was it really stupid, or were you just annoyed? Try not to trip over hypocrisy on your way to that answer, Lunchbox.
Anyway, crazy ass shit.
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