I Swear I'm Hearin' It, How He Laughs

You may ask yourself, while the friendly lime glow if IMU reflects on you, how I could have the audacity to not write anything of substance for a month or so, and expect you all to be content with two posts that aren't much more than an embedding of some music.

Well friends, school is hard and all that reading has to get done some time. While I finish up the last of this current mountain of work, before heading onto the next mountain, and hopefully start to think about something I want to say here, join me in listening to Berryland by The Berries and thinking about everything in the world (mostly semiotics) (but, in many ways semiotics kind of are everything in the world) (weird that even the bibimbap I just ate was a sign).

Reflected on Your T-Shirt

New achievement:

Now able to listen to Paul Baribeau in public without crying.