October 18, 2003
Game Night!
So . . . We're all sitting here waiting for Scholl and Anna to finish slugging it out in Anti-Monolopy. Scott THINKS he's still in the game, but in reality we all know that it's down to two at this point. Scott is basically playing a supplementary roll to Scholl's ruthless, cutthroat policies. A game of Risk ended about half an hour ago once Christmas had conquered the entire board in the form of Ziggy and Barbour as red and green. They trounced Kwanzaa to take control of the globe. I went out in a most pathetic fashion not long after this. Reduced to one mortgaged property and four dollars which Scholl kindly let me keep, after I got out of "Price War" I had to give Anna (my fellow Competitor) the property. On the next turn I missed going back to Price War and Scholl smilingly took my last few bucks. Bastard.
I finished the first of the Father Brown mysteries during the course of the game: "The Blue Cross." VERY good stuff . . . of course. Among the excellent quotes, we have:
Father Brown: Another thing tipped me off to the fact that you aren't a real priest.
Thief: What was that?
Father Brown: You attacked reason. It's bad theology.
Chesterton rocks . . . a lot.
I woke up this morn- . . . afternoon at about 1:30 when the bloody fire alarm went off in the building. My roommate ignored it. I wanted to get up anyway, sorta. Went to Dollar General with Martinez. Went to the library to read. Mostly slept instead.
So, at this point it looks like Amadeus, once Lewis and Martinez surrender the tape. Meanwhile, I am returning to my book. Farewell