Friday, May 11, 2007


I was going to put up a post about all the awesome things I saw today, but I can't. I'm too sad and angry right now, because Administration is ruining Scav Hunt. ORCSA has crossed lines that simply cannot be crossed. It's like those movies where someone steals Christmas, then Ernest has to save it. Only there's no Ernest for us.



Stick to the stuff you know

...and it's been pretty obvious so far that all you scavvies know how to do is be awesome. Don't break out of that box.

Yesterday held a lot of cool things outside of the Ha Ha Haus of Comedy, and I thought you might like to hear them. Most prominent, of course, was our first episode of "Making the Band", where we met The Four Triangle Massacre, Syphylys, The Plurals, and Morrighan. I couldn't find the myspace for those last two, but when and if I do (Edit: I did), I will correct this. I'm really looking forward to hearing some DOOM POLKA at four today, I gotta say.

Other occurances yesterday: Totally sweet version of "Stick to the Status Quo" in Bartlett, complete with slack-jawed cafeteria employees. One easter egg slipped to the judges. One class interrupted with delicious beverage.

The Masque of Youth! What can I say? The ceremony was suitably pompous, and I have trouble imagining that the original could have been much better. To do it justice might take several thousand words; fortunately, several pictures were taken.

Despite cooler temperatures and a bit of a wind, the tea parties were by and large ramped up from yesterday. I was able to find at least four "Mystery Teas", all of which we fantastic! Furthermore, we received our second egg, and also dispersed many of our own on unsuspecting scavvies. Team Judge is totally going to win this year.

Other occurances today: Borg of the Jungle, clad in a sarong, swung from a tree and got hilariously stuck, dangling by his high-tech vine. Once freed, it was able to assimilate the entire quads in a matter of minutes. Judges, other teams, passerby - all of their uniqueness was added to the collective. A shining example of one of the many ways to complete an item.

I sat in on a class where the teacher got a phone call (with an extremely appropriate ringtone) informing him that the city was in danger. He immediately sent forth his crime-fighting protegees amidst cries of "Oh no!" "Oh no!" "Oh no!" "OH YEAH!" as the Kool-Aid Man burst into the room. When the crimefighters and the giant pitcher had gone, the professor turned back to the chalkboard and started writing equations as he resumed his lecture. The class, including myself, found this hilarious. The professor turned towards the class and said over our laughter that the material was important and we had to get through it.

That's all I was witness to, unfortunately. I hear there was another cafeteria musical, another superhero, and a dorm room in the Reg as well, but I missed out. I also slept through the alarm to go fishing, but I hear it was awesome.

Now you can laugh yourself to sleep!

So I found a sandwich platter at the BaSiLiCa; it's probably still there. But that is not what this story is about.

The night began with a wonderful performance by our MC, Judge "not a professional comic" Tricky. It was extra wonderful because there were cookies. The rest of the acts: no cookies. That was their first mistake.

The night had everything, from angry comics getting boo-ed off the stage to professional comics warming things up for headlining students. There were improv monologues, well-rehearsed skits, and many humourous songs. There were absolutely no such thing as tractors.

All in all, a smashing success. I congratulate all who performed, you were all great in our eyes. Nota bene: This may include great embarrassment. In any case, you made our, and from the sound of it each other's, night.