My roommate has a theory that no one is normal, and the only difference between "normal" people and "weird" people is they work harder hide their quirks. Roommate and I are definatelly the "weird" people.

Why else would we sing "Poisoning Pigeons in the Park" at the top of our lungs on the quad at night?

Anyhoo, roommate and I had a nice phone conversation today. We've decided to form the Angry Neuter Hermit(TM) cult out in the woods somewhere. I'll run the Angry Neuter Hermit(TM) radio station and she'll teach history to the little Angry Neuter Hermits(TM). I do believe it'll be a little slice of Angry Neuter Hermit Heaven(TM).

And she expects me to bring Alan Rickman back from England for her. I'll do my best.