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by Jeffrey Carl

We here at The Collegian pride ourselves on being responsive to our readers.  Aw, who the hell are we kidding?  You know and I know and Erik Estrada knows that we really don’t give a dead rat’s ass.  But at least we make an effort, you know?  So, anyway, here’s a letter from The Collegian Piping-Hot-Full-of-Letters Mailbag:

Q: I’ve been hearing a lot about the new social space.  Now, what’s up with that?

A: I don’t know what’s up with the campus radio station.  Damned if I can figure it out.  The only time I ever really listened to WDCE 90.1 FM was freshman year when my friends and I would drink cheap wine and call up Allan Young and Todd Flora on “College Talks” and yell “eat me” on the air.  But many people are perplexed about what it does and why and if anyone listens to it besides weird people at VCU with day-glo purple hair and rings in their winkies and tattoos of Martha Graham and Gertrude Stein doing hits off a six-foot bong and dancing the “Achy Breaky dance.”

I decided to do some investigative work and actually listen to the radio station for a while.  The results were irritating.  Not only did all of the music sound like exploding cats with feedback, but there wasn’t even anything wholesome or positive or Roop-esque on the station.  The whole thing just sucked.  It was like a musical version of eating masking tape.

WDCE’s motto is that it is “the alternative.”  The term “alternative” implies that it isn’t your first choice, anyway.  But the radio station’s mission is to play all this ultra-cool, hip stuff that nobody has ever heard of and allows you to claim that you’re that band’s biggest fan because you’re their only fan.  I mean, if you tell somebody that you’re dating the sister of the lead singer for “Buttsteak[note: actual band],”  nobody’s gonna argue with you.

I also assembled a few facts about the radio station from my listening.  How much do you know about your campus radio station?  A little WDCE quiz: (answers at end of column)

1. Pick the song that wasn’t played on WDCE in the last 72 hours:

a) “Rhapsody in goo” by The Pickle Tickle

b) “Pus” by Schnitzel

c) “Ass masters” by 1910 Fruitgum Company

d) “Peeing in the pool” by Dickweed

e) “Pus (the frothy remix)” by Schnitzel

f) “Suck it” by Buttsteak

g) “The ‘College Talk with your host Brian C. Jones’ theme song” by The Brian C. Jones Soul Explosion

2. Demographics show that the average WDCE listener is:

a) 12 – 18

b) 18 – 25

c) on serious drugs

d) whichever DJ is doing the show at the time

3. As a mass medium, WDCE’s audience size is equal to that of:

a) “MTV”

b) “The New York Times”

c) “Ishtar”

d) “The Collegian”

e) “The Collegian” when half of its readers are sick and only the other guy gets a chance to pick it up

4. Which of the following has not been an actual, official motto of WDCE:

a) “Judas Priest, are we weird”

b)“The Richmond area’s only authorized ‘Buttsteak’ dealer”

c) “Twice as much dead air time as the next leading radio station”

d) “At VCU we’re really cool and our album just broke in Belgium”

Who is responsible for this drivel?  I called the general manager of WDCE, James O. Bryant, and when I identified myself as a member of the Collegian staff, he simply refused to return my calls.  A couple of days later, I called back and identified myself as the Rabbi Menachem Schneerson, from “Spin” magazine.  This time he agreed to talk to me about WDCE and its role in the assassination of John F. Kennedy.

“Well,” Bryant said, “we’re basically just here to annoy people.  I don’t usually tell people that, but we are also actually all Communists.”

Aha!  I had begun to unravel this sinister scheme, a purported “radio station” that actually was an engine of Fifth Column Radicalism promoting Communist revolution and tooth decay.  The only conclusion I can come to is that the radio station should be filled in with cement immediately and all of the DJs should be burned at the stake and the whole thing should be cleaned up or else stronger measures will be advocated.  Thank you and good night.

by Jeffrey Carl

We here at The Collegian pride ourselves on being responsive to our readers.

We also have a bridge to sell you.

We even-more-also have a whole new bagful of thoughtful questions sent in by curious readers like yourself.

Q: When does housing registration and room selection for next year begin? 

A: You know, the biggest problem facing America today is not drugs or crime or non-alcoholic beer or even people who say “acrost.”

It is, in fact, our national short attention span.  Every day folks like you or me are hindered in their daily activities by their inability to pay attention to anything for any lengthy amount of time.

Like you, for example.  Yes, you.  You weren’t even paying attention to that last bit, were you?  Nooo, you just see a word over two syllables and you just throw it out the door and go back to snorking Cheez-Doodles™ from your roommate’s desk and thinking about that Baywatch® episode where the kid almost drowns and the woman blames David Hasselhoff (in some of his finest work since Knight Rider©) and he goes through this enormous period of angst that shows his depth as an actor which I haven’t seen the likes of since Laurence Olivier starred in Hamlet™ and it ends up that the kid survives and the woman realizes she was wrong and David Hasselhoff gets cheered up by whoserbody, the brunette one which reminds me that somebody said that Baywatch™2 is really high-budget but from the looks of it I guess they spent it all on cleavage.

So if you don’t pay attention in life, you’re going to end up in the gutter, drinking Mad Dog® and eating moldy apples and talking to yourself about Baywatch, which, interestingly enough, would in Latin be spelled “Bæwatch.”  Pretty cool, huh?

So, anyway, it’s really important that you pay attention in life.  I, myself, am continually being embarrassed by the fact that on an average day, at least 10 people will stroll past me and say “hi, Jeff,” or a similar acknowledgement of recognition, and I have no clue whatsoever as to who these people are.

This is perhaps simply to be explained as being one of the many areas of life that I have “no clue whatsoever” about (viz. Calculus™ and girls), but it still causes me a flurry of consternation every time this happens.

This is not to say that I don’t fully recognize a full 95 percent or even perhaps as high as 50 percent of the people I meet each day.  But every time one of these phantom  encounters occurs, my brain goes down like Boba Fett© into the Great Pit of Carkoon™, home of the great Sarlacc (Matthew 12:7) and I go crazy attempting to figure out what this person’s name is, where I know them from, and why the Hell they’re after me.  A typical exchange:

PERSON X: Hey there, Jeff.

ME: Oh … hi-de-li-ho! [Jack?  Bob?  Jorge?  Torvald?  Yoda? … aw, Hell, better play it safe …] How have you been, guy?

PERSON X: Pretty good … those were some crazy times last weekend, eh?

ME: Yeeeeeeeeeaaaahhhhhh … [Does he work at Taco Bell?  Is this my brother-in-law?  Is he with the Canadian Border Police?  I didn’t meet this guy in prison, did I?]  Yup, they suuuure as heck were.  Look, I hafta run, but say “hi” to, uh …

PERSON X: Helga and Frothgar?

ME: Yeeeeeeeeeaaaaahhhhhh … say “hi” to Helga and Frothgar for me. [This guy can’t be with the Feds … and I’m sure I paid my bookie last week … I think that Totally Hidden Video™ got canceled a few seasons ago …  well, I’ll never see him again anyway.] Bye!

PERSON X: Buh -bye!

This is the last time I ever see Person X again until he adds in to my Tuesday-Thursday 11:15 class.  So you should really learn to pay attention.

Q: Well, what is the best way to improve your memory or your attention span?

A: The worst thing is the parking situation in the apartments.   How ’bout that Ticket Lady?  I think she’s Hitler-riffic.  But the one time in my life I want to see some heavy parking fines being doled out (to people who don’t have A-Lot stickers parking in front of my apartment so there’s no room and I have to park somewhere like Æ Lot, which is actually parking in left field of the Diamond, when the Richmond Braves aren’t playing), she’s nowhere to be found.

I mean, do they overbook parking lots like airline flights?  Or is there a deeper, more sinister force at work here?  I don’t know.

Anyway, you should pay attention more.

By Jeffrey Carl

It occurs to me now that topical humor from college campuses nearly 30 years ago does not age well. I’m sure it was absolutely hilarious at the time, though. Enjoy!

Editor’s Note: Next week, this strip will be replaced by something wholesome like “Beetle Bailey.”  We promise.

We here at The Collegian pride ourselves on being responsive to our readers.  And we’d like to thank all six of you for reading us this year.

This column is the final installment in the “Over-the-Cliff Notes” series. This issue marks the end of this column’s tireless crusade against crime, injustice, the vile forces of International Communism, and people who drive too slow.  It has been a kooky year, but good writers know when it’s time to call it quits.  And then they pass this information along to bad writers like me.

You may ask yourself, “But why?  What has led this man to abandon the vast, sprawling comic empire he has created?”  You may say to yourself, “This is not my beautiful house!”  You may say to yourself, “My God!  What have I done?”

You may also stop quoting Talking Heads songs and seriously wonder why this is the end of the line.  A sign from the heavens came to me: earlier this week, I played in a softball game against the Law School team.  And they kicked our asses.  Now, it’s one thing to have your softball team get crushed like a chihuahua in a sheet-metal press.  It’s another thing entirely to get your butt kicked by people who you recommended  in the newspaper to be executed by fumigation.  This was  like a sign from God, except it was smaller and it didn’t appear on flaming stone tablets.

Furthermore, I’m getting old and cranky.  I’m just not the zany youngster I used to be.  I’m watching “Matlock,” playing shuffleboard, and showing people pictures of my grandchildren.  And I don’t even have grandchildren.  I just show people these blank little pieces of paper, and tell them my grandchildren are albinos.

So I have decided to leave this business to the youngsters.  As a parting salvo, I thought I’d include some simple directions on how to write a column yourself.  Go ahead: it’s fun, it’s easy, and it will keep the Op/Ed section editor from tearing his hair out and drinking rubbing alcohol like he does whenever I turn in a column.

The supplies for column-writing are simple:

1. Notepad and pencils

2. Small Macintosh computer

3. Pent-up angst or other mental disorder

4. Two or three bottles of Old Crow or Wild Turkey

Perhaps you’re asking, “But do I have what it takes to be a writer?”  Well, let me tell you a little story that had a lot to do with my deciding to become a columnist.

I was working at my summer job as an intern for the People’s Revolutionary Marxist Army of Angola, answering the phone, taking dictation, and organizing massive air strikes against reactionary government outposts in the mountains.  I was in the office one morning when we were attacked by a government tank battallion and overwhelmed.  I barely managed to escape into the jungle, with only a rifle, several food rations, a staple gun, and a bottle of Scotch which I had been using as a paperweight.

Fortunately, I had received survival training during my days on “American Gladiators”: I knew 50 ways to kill a man with a straw, and another three or four with the wrapper.  I lived off the fat of the land: killing lions with my bare hands, bathing in waterfalls, and flossing with the staples.  But at last I realized that I was going to be late for my racquetball game with the Pope that Thursday and I was running low on Scotch, so I was forced to try to make a break for civilization.

I made my way through the outback to a small roadside café near Zimbabwe with attractive decor and reasonable prices.  I was going to ask if I could use the phone when I saw her.  She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and when our eyes met I knew that it was meant to happen.  Her lithe, gorgeous figure sashayed over to me from across the room while my heart fluttered like a butterfly trapped in a Pop-O-Matic bubble in the board game “Trouble.”  She stood in front me there and whispered softly the three words that would change my life: “Don’t touch me.”  Then she walked away.

I became inconsolably depressed and decided to commit suicide.  I grabbed a gun, put it in my mouth, and pulled the trigger.  Unfortunately, it was a BB gun and I only gave myself horribly bruised tonsils.  I turned wildly and grabbed another gun and repeated the process, but it was a water gun and I nearly drowned myself.  Two tries later, after a suction-dart gun and a lighter shaped like a revolver, I decided it was no use.  I would just have to pick up the pieces of my life and go on.

Hmm … I guess that actually really didn’t have anything to do with writing columns.  Oops.

Anyway, the point is that you don’t have to have writing skill, talent, an opinion, or even a point to write columns.  And look – somebody’s gotta do it.  So why not you?  To get you started, here’s some sample topics:

•  “Sex: it’s not just for breakfast anymore”

• “‘Spider Web’ and Satan-worshipping: the hidden link,” or “Pray for Registration”

• “Boy, are my bowels acting up lately”

• “Shouldn’t we have a third side of campus for transvestites?”

• “We should have a Hitler Studies program”

• “Campus ducks: the hidden heroes of UR”

• “We should have a Fabio Studies program”

• “Terrorism: frankly, it’s just tacky”

• “I have a grudge against the Greek system so I take it even more seriously than Greeks do”

Oops.  Sorry.  That’s been taken already.

• “Montel Williams: he’s one damn fine American and I want him to bear my children”

• “Have you had your prostate examined recently?”

• “We should have a Gilligan Studies program here.”

• “Earthquakes: what’s up with that?”

• “Beer: I like it.”

Well, that’s all the time we have for this week.  Write some columns of your own and make this world a better place, or at least a stranger one.  Good night, and good riddance.

By Jeffrey Carl

It occurs to me now that topical humor from college campuses nearly 30 years ago does not age well. I’m sure it was absolutely hilarious at the time, though. Enjoy!

Editor’s Note: Yeah.  Sure.  Whatever.

We here at The Collegian pride ourselves on being responsive to our readers.  We also wear big floppy shoes,  and have green scales and three noses.  The point of all this being that we are committed to bringing the valuable Truth to our readers in a timely fashion and all that crap.

This year, the Scholastic Aptitude Test, the SAT taken by you and everybody else in the room except for that guy over there with the blue backpack who snuck in by saying he was an exchange student from Venus, has been revised, with long-form answers and essays.  The Collegian has managed to get some test examples and presents them here as a fun test to see if you could do as well on the new SAT as you did on the old one.  Answers are at the bottom.  Cheating may be reported to the Honor Council.  Number Two pencils only.  Feel free to vomit afterwards.

1994 SKELLASTIC APTITUDE TEST

PART ONE: VOCABULARY

Relationships

1. Fish is to water as golf club is to:

a. course   b. smog monster   c. dung beetle   d. Jason Roop

2. Engine is to train as motor is to:

a. minty-fresh breath   b. Aerosmith Girl   c. automobile   d. small dogs

Antonyms

1. Crunchy

a. superfluous   b. supercalafragilisticexpealadocious   c. antidisestablismentarian   d. bong

2. Excruciating

a. kooky   b. fudge-a-licious   c. ‘Much better than Cats’   d. worse than the last two seasons of ‘Saturday Night Live’

PART TWO: HISTORY

Modern History

1. When Greg wiped out in the surfing competition in Hawaii, it was because

a. he had a small forbidden Tiki doll   b. Marsha had given him bad acid   c. he was troubled over his ‘fling’ with Alice   d. perhaps the Holy Spirit had convicted him of sin

2. When Kimberly’s hair turned green right before the big banquet, it was because

a. Willis and Arnold were trying to poison her   b. she was going ‘punk’ and was about to tell Mr. Drummond about her lover in the Black Panthers   c. she washed her hair in acid rain   d. she was troubled over her ‘fling’ with Mrs. Garrett from ‘Facts of Life’

Ancient History

1. When Lucy and Ethel got the job at the chocolate factory, they got in trouble because

a. it’s just kooky how things work out like that   b. Ethel was distributing Communist propaganda on her lunch break   c. the conveyor was moving too fast   d. Lucy was stoned off her ass

2. When Roadrunner got away, Wile E. Coyote would always

a. break down and cry tears of rage and sorrow   b. write a letter to the editor protesting it   c. fall off a cliff   d. go on a killing spree in McDonald’s

PART THREE: READING COMPREHENSION

Story #1

Lord Baden-Powell formed the Boy Scouts in 1892, wanting to give the youth of England a way to explore the outdoors.  By 1900, more than 6,000 young men had joined the Scouts and were merrily exploring the countryside and occasionally going “wilding.”  American-born Daisy Low met Baden-Powell in 1911 and decided to form the Girl Guides, modeled almost precisely after the Boy Scouts except for not giving out “Putting out a fire by peeing on it” merit badges.

1. Who founded the Boy Scouts?

2. When was the Girl Guides founded?

3. Who founded Pedophiles Anonymous?

4. Who was the last person to hit .400 in the American League?

5. Is it ‘liquor before beer, never fear’ or ‘beer before booze, never lose?’

Story #2

Trevor grabbed Buffy and held her sweaty, firm body against his.  They played tonsil-tag with wild abandon as their bared flesh pressed together.  Her eyes darted wildy as he exposed his pulsating masculinity and she shuddered in delight.  She ripped off his torn “Hulkamania” T-shirt and whispered playfully her desire to share in his man-seed.

1. What were Trevor and Buffy doing?

2. What year was the Boy Scouts founded?

3. What issue of “Penthouse Forum” did this appear in?

4. What time do the liquor stores around here close?

5. Did you know that attaching a $20 bill to this test with a paper clip will get you into college?

PART FOUR: ESSAY

Answer in complete sentences.  Be specific: use specific examples.  Penmanship counts.

Question #1: 90210ax2 + 2001b3xy + 666c6b2x = √867-5309 (Jenny) – 3 shiny bottlecaps

Question #2: What year was the Boy Scouts founded in?

PART FIVE: EXTRA CREDIT

1. Have you ever been in a Turkish prison?

ANSWERS:

Look, if you’ve read this far, you’ve got way too much free time.  Get a life.  Answers?  Look, if you don’t know, I’m not going to tell you.  Suck it up.

By Jeffrey Carl

It occurs to me now that topical humor from college campuses nearly 30 years ago does not age well. I’m sure it was absolutely hilarious at the time, though. Enjoy!

Editor’s Note: O, that this too too solid columnist would melt, thaw and resolve himself not to write columns anymore.   

We here at The Collegian pride ourselves on being responsive to our readers.  We’re not sure if anybody actually reads this, but if they did, we would be responsive to them.

Well, actually, I don’t think anybody does read this.  The Collegian gets nasty letters and occasional lawsuit threats for small factual inaccuracies, misspelling of names, and mild criticisms of the Honor Code.  So far, in this column, I have suggested that:

• The Intervarsity Christian Fellowship hold a “fish and loaves” picnic rush event

• Destro, Major Bludd and Cobra Commander were formerly residing in Lora Robins

• Student government presidents should be used for doorstops or paperweights

• The Collegian is actually written by clever trained seals

• “Jail ‘n’ Bail” be changed to a “Turkish Prison Jail ‘n’ Bail”

• The law school be razed to the ground and the earth sown with salt

And I haven’t gotten so much as a small note on pretty stationery saying, “go to Hell.”  All of this leads me to conclude that nobody has really been reading this, or at very best they’re just reading the Over-the-Cliffnotes Cliffs Notes guide they sell in the bookstore.

Well, in that case, what do I have to worry about?  Let me just spin the “Wheel of Offensiveness” I have sitting here by my Macintosh and select this week’s unsuspecting and unreading victim.  And the lucky winner is … student activists.

Now, the activist spirit is a wonderful thing.  But it seems that the choices of what to activate about are so dull and clichéd.  Recycling.  Whoo-doggies is that fascinating.  The environment.  I don’t know about you, but I was considering working for global warming this winter.  Interracial understanding and education.  Nice, but still boring.  All these things are so universally agreeable and warm and fuzzy and boring like National Public Radio after “Car Talk.”  Nothing even as exciting as putting daisies in ROTC gun barrels.

So why don’t people get out for something really useful and exciting? Consider:

• Establishing a campus “Hooked on Phonics” club

• Standing on Boatwright Beach and telling everybody they’re going to Heaven, so don’t worry about it

• Organizing an Arabic-letter social society

• Sit-ins to protest the lack of “Welcome Back, Kotter” and “Misfits of Science” reruns on local TV

• Running around campus, randomly collecting blood from people

• Supporting the death penalty for people who drive too slow

• Letter-writing campaigns to change Boatwright Library, damn it, back to the Dewey Decimal System!

• Circulating petitions protesting the lack of an “Atlasphere” arena in the weight room

• Hanging posters proclaiming, “Pray for Revival of Spock in the next Star Trek movie”

• Writing frequent Collegian columns alerting the populace to the grave dangers posed by the Greek system and the coordinate-housing system; sit back and wait for results

• Coordinating plan to run around campus, throw arms in air, and shout, “Mortal Kombat!”

• Demonstrations in favor of frequent flossing

• Presenting a petition to the English Department demanding that the letter D now come before the letter A in the alphabet, just because it would be cool

• Selling campus dogs to local Chinese restaurants, donating proceeds to charity

• Marching on the Admissions office, demanding that ability to color between the lines, even with fat crayons, be factored into admissions decisions

• Demanding that breathalyzers be placed on all campus phones, preventing hour-long late-night drunken phone calls to old girlfriends/boyfriends in Montana

• Supporting gender equality by mandating that sorority pledges go through fraternity Hell Week, too

• Demonstrations to rouse campus support for beer

• Merging the WCGA and RCSGA to remove the administration’s main arguments for the coordinate system, bringing the school a step closer to real integration

Oops.  Sorry.  That’s a real suggestion.  I promise not to do that again.

• Changing UR Alma Mater to “We Will Rock You”

• Showing support for new president by writing “ROOP 182” on walls everywhere

• Organizing patrols to find people who don’t recycle and beating them with aluminum softball bats

• Letter-writing campaign to make football a Winter Olympic sport so the United States can win something

• Forming a volunteer firefighter company on campus

• Forming a volunteer suicide mission company on campus

• Thinking globally, acting locally, drinking heavily before writing columns

• Protesting the lack of an “E” grade

Consider it, won’t you?  Remember not to send letters, postcards, or old “A-Ha” records to:

Over-the-Cliffnotes™/Fried or Baked Chicken Fan Club

c/o The Collusion

Tighty-whitey Hanes Commons

University of Richmond, TX OU812

Good night and good vibrations.

By Jeffrey Carl

It occurs to me now that topical humor from college campuses nearly 30 years ago does not age well. I’m sure it was absolutely hilarious at the time, though. Enjoy!

Editor’s Note: It’s not our column.  We weren’t there.  Nobody saw us.  You can’t prove anything.

We here at The Collegian pride ourselves on being responsive to our readers.  Hahahahahaha.

Certain aspects of life should be taken very seriously.  Long lines at The Pier, congressional subpoenas and large bleeding head wounds should all be taken seriously.  On the other hand, it’s very important to know what aspects of life not to take all-that-terribly seriously.  For example: violence on television, threats from the IFC and anything connected to the student government.  

Do you remember the real power brokers in your high school?  The ones who cut deals with the administration and lived secret lives of perks and privileges undreamed of by the other students?  The people who were on both the Mural Committee and the Prom Refreshments Committee at the same time?

Well, it turns out that we all may have been living  a lie.  There have been some studies done, and it has only recently been discovered that people in student governments don’t actually do anything important.

Some people may disagree with this.  In fact, I had an argument with my Significant Other recently about whether or not our SGA did anything.  An incurable optimist, Jenny is firmly convinced that the representative form of government works, even though neither of the suggestions she made about putting coffee straws in The Pier has been adopted.  I, however, am significantly more nasty, bitter and cynical.

This is certainly not a criticism born out of jealousy or envy; all that journalists really want out of life is Truth, Justice and a case of Wild Turkey.  But we have to ask, what does the Richmond or Westhampton College Student Government Association really do?

I mean, what have they done for me lately?  Have they: (circle yes or no)

Y N  Moved really cute girls into my hall?

Y N  Cancelled my 2:40 MWF Russian class?

Y N  Lowered the price of beer?

Nope.  Then as far as I’m concerned, they ain’t done nuthin’.

But what can the Richmond College SGA President really do?  It’s not like they have a real position of power and influence, like being one of the two Collegian assistant news editors.  They should get to do real cool stuff.  For example, it would be really cool if the RCSGA President got:

• Ability to telepathically communicate with the ducks

• Ability to haze Richmond College Dean Richard Mateer

• Power to dispatch U.S. troops without consulting Congress

• Special president’s 5 percent discount on kegs at Rite-Aid

• Wise, singing cricket with top hat to sit on shoulder and serve as conscience

• Magic wand that gives 4.0 GPAs

• Cape and costume and cool name like “RCSGA President Man,” and super ability to call on campus dogs to fight crime

• Power to create special Collegian Swimsuit Edition

• Right to two entrees at once in D-Hall

I mean, that would be cool.

What about the issues?  Are people taking them to heart and engaging in lively debate on them?  The most incisive criticism I heard about anybody’s platform and political ideology was, “This guy’s a tool.”

There seem to be a few frightening similarities between the platforms of everyone who ran for the senates/presidencies/assorted positions of moderate responsibility.  Oddly enough, they all seem to:

• Be for things which are good

• Be firmly against things which are not good

• Vigorously support several things 

• Fight against several other things

• Hang around the house Friday night, waiting for students to drop by with suggestions and comments

Now this is all well and good, but I’m personally looking for a candidate who will do cool stuff like:

• Get Aerosmith Girl to come here

• Promise $5 for everybody who voted for them

• Claim that they aren’t the president, it’s their little mannequin pal “Mr. Kooky” who’s running things

• Create a special Collegian Columnist bar tab at Soble’s

• Change all CAB Karaoke Nights to Lambada Nights.

• Promise to, if elected, run around campus naked, screaming “I’m going to Disneyland!”

To be fair, there are occasionally worthwhile things done by a student government, through no fault of their own.  But my point is that they aren’t so much good or bad, as really not that big a deal.

Also I promised to embarrass my friend Mom by endorsing her.  So thank those people who have been good enough to throw their hat in the ring so the rest of us can make fun of them.  

Well, it seems that we’re out of space, so please send comments and small ticking packages to:

LaRouche/Steinbrenner in ‘96 Headquarters

c/o The Collegian

Tile Harebrains Commons, 13th Floor

University of Alberta, 8675309

By Jeffrey Carl

It occurs to me now that topical humor from college campuses nearly 30 years ago does not age well. I’m sure it was absolutely hilarious at the time, though. Enjoy!

Editor’s Note: Look, we give up. Let’s just let it go at that.  We don’t take any responsibility for anything contained herein, etc., and in fact we don’t even want to hear about it.  We don’t writes ’em, we just prints ’em.  

We here at The Collegian pride ourselves on being responsive to our readers.  So we thought we’d disregard all the mail we’ve received lately and waste space answering a question that nobody actually asked.

Q: What should my major be?

A: Well, that’s a good question.  It used to be that the answer would relate to each individual’s response to “What do I want to be when I grow up?”  Today, however, the world is a more sophisticated place and such simplistic queries have fallen by the wayside.  Now the proper question to ask is, “What can I take that will be least likely to interfere with my being able to watch the Simpsons every Thursday night?”

  To help answer that, and to generate cheap laughs, let’s take a quick look at the scope of majors available here at the University of Richmond.  Answer the questions “yes” if it applies to you, “no” if it doesn’t.  Score one point for each “yes” answer.  Then forget how many points you have because they really don’t matter anyway.

JEPSON SCHOOL OF LEADERSHIP STUDIES APTITUDE QUESTIONNAIRE:

Y  N  1. My friends usually let me decide where we all go for pizza.

SCIENCE APTITUDE QUESTIONNAIRE:

Y  N  1. I don’t like this thing they call “free time.”

Y  N  2. I want to have my mail delivered right to the Science Library.

Y  N  3. I thrive on stress.  In fact, I’m so keyed up now I could eat bricks.

MATH/COMPUTER SCIENCE APTITUDE QUESTIONNAIRE:

Y  N  1. I feel confident about my times tables.

Y  N  2. You can meet some really interesting and exciting people on the Star Trek bulletin board on the URvax.

Y  N  3. I think Matthew Broderick was screwed over by the Oscars for “WarGames.”

Well, liberal arts it is.  Right away, we can exclude language majors, because it is extremely difficult to complete a language major without taking language classes.  And those are a no-no.  So, let’s check out the rest:  

HISTORY APTITUDE QUESTIONNAIRE:

Y  N  1. I enjoy reading books about dead people.

ENGLISH APTITUDE QUESTIONNAIRE:

Y  N  1. I’m worried about how the English language is doing.  Maybe I should keep it under observation for a few more years.

Y  N  2. On a nothing day, curling up with a big book of Chaucer just makes it all seem worthwhile.

Y  N  3. I like “unemployment.”

Y  N  4. I want to teach English in high school somewhere.

Y  N  5. I want to teach English in college somewhere.

Y  N  6. I want to go to grad school and avoid the real world indefinitely, so the fact that everybody already speaks English here doesn’t bother me.

Well, the “grad school” thing sounds okay, because you could stay and see Dave every Wednesday night for an additional two or three years.  But there’s always the chance that he’ll get big and move away, so let’s put that one on the back burner.

THEATER APTITUDE QUESTIONNAIRE:

Y  N  1. I feel “special.”

Y  N  2. I look good in all black.

Y  N  3. I plan on doing lots of revivals of “The Fantasticks” at the Lake Woebegone Community Theater/Craft Fair.

ART APTITUDE QUESTIONNAIRE:

Y  N  1. I feel “special.”

Y  N  2. I look good in all-black.

Y  N  3. I plan on doing lots of drugs.

MUSIC APTITUDE QUESTIONAIRRE:

Y  N  1. I feel “special.”

Y  N  2. I look good in cheap suits.

Y  N  3. I plan on doing lots of time in jail on drug and morals charges.

PSYCHOLOGY APTITUDE QUESTIONNAIRE:

Y  N  1. I’m out of it enough that I haven’t heard all the horror stories about Intro to Psych.

 Besides, psychology experiments aren’t anything like you’d hope they would be, like smoking dried toad skins and discussing whether rocks can dream.  Next? 

WOMEN’S STUDIES!

Yes, that’s right.  Just consider the benefits.  Women’s Studies implies that at the end of the course, you’ll understand them.  That is certainly something men could use … and quite a few women as well.  For guys, even if you don’t end up understanding them, you’re almost guaranteed there will be lots of girls in your classes all the time.  For women, you already have a leg up on the studying — hell, if they opened a “Jeff Carl Studies” program here, I’d sign up faster than a greased schnauzer.  So, for women, being a Women’s Studies major is like being born with Cliffs Notes. 

Well, it seems we are out of time. So until next time, good night and God bless.

By Jeffrey Carl

It occurs to me now that topical humor from college campuses nearly 30 years ago does not age well. I’m sure it was absolutely hilarious at the time, though. Enjoy!

Editor’s Note: Please don’t sue us.

We here at The Collegian pride ourselves on being responsive to our readers.  Well … actually, we don’t, but it sounds better if we say we do.  But … lucky you! … we have space to kill, so it’s time to dip back into the reader mailbag, throw away the pizza crusts and empty Rumple Minze bottles, and pull out a lucky letter …

Dear Collegian,

How many undergraduate students realize there is an actual law school on campus?  Do we appreciate the hundreds of future lawyers that pass by us daily?  Can’t we do something special to recognize them for their achievement, like pillaging and burning the law school to the ground, then sowing the earth with salt?

Just wondering.

Best Wishes,

A Concerned Philosophy Major

Well, that certainly is an interesting suggestion.  While The Collegian cannot officially support any such idea (The Collegian as a matter of policy does not support either armed rioting or calling pants “slacks”), the lawyer-larvae consideration is still an interesting point for discussion.  Should we be happy to have these future Perry Masons, William Kunstlers, and “L. A. Law” stunt doubles among us on campus?  Or should we call them bloodsuckers-in-training and order a ROTC tactical strike to wipe them out?  

Well, there are no easy answers in life.  On one hand, lawyer-bashing has become all the rage lately, and you don’t want to look like you’re just jumping on the band wagon by hunting them with large-caliber weapons.  Furthermore, if you leave any of them alive, they could sue you.

On the other hand, the only other professions that have even remotely the same reputation for being asinine full-time are Department of Motor Vehicles workers and journalists.  Yeesh.  This should give you an idea of the urgency for these things to be wiped out while they are still young and vulnerable.  In addition, lawyers are … well, lawyers.  Since there are so many of them, they’d probably just overbreed and starve themselves.  So it’s quite possible we’d be doing them a favor by getting it over with humanely by fumigating.

In fact, this would free up the building currently being used as the law school for other, more beneficial purposes:

• World’s largest Taco Bell franchise

• Special “American Gladiators”-style arena

• Squirrel refuge/petting zoo

• Sports bar

• “Six Flags Over The Ticket Lady” amusement park

• Super-cool giant maze with a princess and a half-bull half-man in the middle

• Mulch repository

• Fill hallways with shaving cream – charge people $2.50 to run through

• P. Caputo School of Followership

• O’Brien-Grossman Memorial Eternal Flame/Bar-B-Que Pit

• New University of Richmond red light district/sorority housing

• Indoor golf course — played with racquetballs

• Cheap motel for kicked-out roommates

• Fill with bricks, make triangular, place curse on, use as enormous tomb for university president

• Palestinian homeland

I notice that this discussion has been notably short on praise of the positive aspects of our future legal eagles.  And there are a lot of them.

There are.

There sure are lots.

I mean, more than you can shake a stick at.

Yep.

Youuu betcha.

I’ll bet we can list some of those positive aspects, like … like …

• Well, they’re not lawyers yet.

• Some of them have cool cars

• They’re almost all over 21, so they could buy you beer if you aren’t

…and lots and lots and lots of other stuff too that, darn it, we just don’t have space to print.  Now, to be fair, this probably isn’t a fully objective summary.  Are all lawyers slime?  Certainly not!  Are most lawyers slime?  Well, yes.  So to be brief, the jury is still out on the idea and the whole question shouldn’t be considered an open-and-shut case.  Perhaps the wanton destruction of our future lawyers would set a dangerous precedent for anarchy — the next thing you know, they’d be looting the computer labs and guillotining the biology faculty, everybody would be called “Citizen,” the National Guard would come in and shoot everybody, it would be “Breakfast at Dinner” night at the D-Hall again, and they’d almost certainly close the Row that weekend.  Not a pretty picture, is it?

I didn’t think so.

Well, it seems that we’re out of space, so until next time, keep those cards and letters coming to:

Over-the-Cliffnotes Legal Defense Fund/Erik Estrada for Senate

R.C. Box #465

University of Richmond, WI. 90210