Ms. Zacharias

Taken from a Tumblr post of the same name...

"Obsession" by Eddie

For the past few years, I've been hanging on to a grudge that should have never existed in the first place. Things were said, and people have moved on. Except me.

It's Here

Bitches ain't shit and they ain't sayin' nothing.
A hundred motherfuckers ain't tell me nothing.
I beez in the trap, b-beez in the trap.
I beez in the trap, b-beez in the trap.

- Nicki Minaj (aka Onika Tanya Maraj)

University Press XIV

Hello there peoples.

I think this week is much better than last... a lot less depressing.

I'm releasing the fourteenth edition of UP a day early because I won't be around a computer for the next few days. So to save time and trouble, here it is... with a Saturday perspective on a Friday afternoon.

Opinion on Accident

Some coarse language ahead...

About a year ago, it was big news here in D/FW when it was reported that a young woman was injured by an airplane propeller. It was big at ten o'clock, and when it was reported that she had survived and was in hospital, it got bigger.

Cold Open

A departure from its normal comedic opens,

Saturday Night Live began its broadcast with

a children's choir singing "Silent Night."

University Press XIII

Hello and welcome to the thirteenth post of University Press.

When I awoke this morning, I had no idea that reviewing this week would be so damn depressing. First that shooting in that Portland mall on Wednesday and then the school shooting on Friday. It's quite saddening. But that is the world we live in. Sometimes it is great, other times, shitty as fuck.

And as The Onion wrote earlier today, "“I’m sorry, but I can’t fucking do this. Can you? Can anyone?”"

Tornado

While standing in my kitchen staring out a window, I heard sirens blasting. Not sure why, but I got on tumblr and just wrote this stanza. 

The White Stuff

As the blonde meteorologist on ABC's Good Morning America said this morning, "For the first time this season, Dallas has more snow on the ground than Chicago."

Say what?!

Driving Mr. Rodriguez

I don't even know how this dream happened.
I haven't thought about Mr. Rodriguez since I messaged him the day before Thanksgiving.
My mind is a vault of delicate memories and insight.
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