nah, by "walkway" i mean the smoking bridge, which is more than large enough for plenty of people to get by. The point is the administration of the school already doesn't like that students found a spot to smoke on campus, and that the spot has become the social center of the campus, and that the sack kickers are the most popular group.
My rant gland just cramped the fuck up. Seriously. My neck is now at an odd angle, and my right leg is convulsing.
Would you like to know more?
Dok, your rants, even* the ones targeted at me, are the nectar that keeps my blood pumping.
* - By even, I of course mean especially
Okay, first you say "Bonus points for kicking people on the busiest walkway on campus between classes", then you say "We're REVOLUTIONARIES fighting for THE PEOPLE" by being THE MOST POPULAR GROUP.
The first part was just a joke, and hasn't actually happened.
The second part, despite that you put quotes on it, I did NOT say. I made a tongue-in-cheek reference to sticking it to the man, sure, but I didn't really mean it how you guys seem to be taking it. I didn't think I'd have to defend a random comment, but I'm bored so okay sure. We play hackey sack because we like to play hackey sack. That's really it. We crack jokes, have fun, kick a bean bag around. I don't really
see us as accomplishing any sort of larger goal when we play hackey sack for 20 minutes a day, and I'm a little surprised that you satire experts
would take that that way. By "administration" I actually meant the one campus security guard that gives us shit sometimes, as the rest don't care. This is a guy who takes his job way too seriously, and thinks we are the evil and he is a superhero, so we like to fuck with him and be the villains he so badly wants someone to be. But mostly we just dick around and play hackey sack for 20 minutes at lunch. No more, no less. Not really enough of an event to warrant so much discord, but being PD I guess it's inevitable.
Not sure how that works.
What I AM sure of is that at least SOME of those people are on their way to their classes, where they hope to get, you know, an education, and here you are, trying to kick them, because wasting your time at school playing hackey sack during the school day is going to BRING THE SYSTEM DOWN!
Way to STICK IT TO THE MAN, Trix! I'm sure the proctors and department heads sit around the board room table, shouting at each other to find a way to stop your JUGGERNAUT OF RADICALISM before you TOPPLE THE ENTRENCHED POWER STRUCTURE.
Besides the part above where I explained that we don't actually try to kick people, which I now regret the joke which clearly rubbed you the wrong way, I'd also like to reiterate that we usually only play for 20 minutes during lunch, and when people actually walk through to get to class, so do we. Because, well, we are students too. Add to that the fact that I already mentioned the bridge where we play is more than big enough for us to play AND students to walk by comfortably. Unlike the social groups in the indoor hallways that will stop dead center to talk about their facebook status or whatever and actually DO interrupt the flow of traffic through congested hallways.
For a place with so much satire and humor, you folks sure do take a lot of what I say very seriously.
Beats going to comparitive lit or macro-economics or whatever classes you're taking, I suppose.
And when you finally flunk out, or score an average too low to warrant gainful employment, you can hang out in hipster glasses with people who gradually become younger and younger with respect to yourself, as some sort of self-appointed guru, until you finally wake up screaming in horror and kill yourself by trying to swallow your hackey sack.
You know those pathetic 40-somethings, still hiring out to tutor freshmen at Denny's? Take a good, long look...And despair.
I could respond here defensively by pointing out my actual grades, my difficult major, or my interesting hobbies, but really, you seem to have a picture that you really want to paint of me, based on a few random comments about hackey sack, and who am I to get in the way of your fun?
In b4 anti-trix mob mentality takes hold and paints me as a deluded retarded attention whore drug addict hippy with assburgers.