With Gusto

Around the Bend Waves The Checkered Flag, and What's that Brown thing? Chocolate?

I'm well on my way to being done this semester. Tomorrow at three p.m. my final portfolio will be completed. It will consist of a 3,000 word long paper about me going to Roman Catholic Mass and eating their silly little wafer, a 1,000 word memoir/essay of what's in my wallet, and a 1,000/1,5000 word movie review contrasting "Swept Away," by Lena Wertmuller, and "Last Tango in Paris," by Bertolucci. I couldn't stand either movie, frankly, though they were good. "Swept Away," was filled with an Italian boor bitch-slapping his capitalist boss on a desert island. I wanted to re-title the movie: "Come Live on the Island Where I Can Beat You."

Potluck is also tomorrow. I'm gonna buy garlic bread. . . maybe blow ten-15 bucks on snackables, odds and ends, and a firm quater-pound shit coated in chocolate then covered in peanut-butter then frozen until, until, the moment is right, when that person who deserves it walks through the door, they'll have it served on a rotting deer's leg and they'll have to eat it with the jaws of a prarie cow. It's vegetarian. Not vegan.