Alice in Kingdomland

ATTN: RE: PLANS FOR GIANT FOUNTAIN TEAPOT.

Aside from thoroughly cleansing the fountain, there are several known issues barring our glorious path to brewing the largest pot of tea any student body has ever known.

ONE that the fountain may be entirely too porous to stay clean enough for drinking water. Bits of cement and grit, dnw. TWO that pouring boiling water into the fountain will not be sufficient--we must boil it in the fountain, or else pump it in, or we will lose too much heat upon the transfer.

A proposal: spray-on cookware Teflon. Yes, my friends, it does exist. and if we pool our funds and purchase gallons of the stuff, we may be well on our way to turning that fountain into a wondrous, safe, drinkable, work of art.

This has actually happened before, but it wasn't a hamster it was


BUT I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU, CC BB

[Filtered to Kilroy Benson]

Kilroy, what


I saw an ambulance outside the theatre while I was washing my brushes, and I thought I sa

I know we've been f

Where are you? Are you okay?

I feel sure the universe is out of synch, out of order, out of time. Can't anyone else feel us spinning off-course? I want to investigate, but I wouldn't even know where to start. I only have my theories, and they are too many to count.

( List of things to do; V. V. V. IMPORTANT! )


So, apparently I am painting a mad mad bus. So excited! I'm thinking Kesey-era prankster bus, yes?

Oh, and, ermmm, it feels a bit weird, frankly, advertising this on the Interweb, but I figure a network locked to students is as good as an advert anywhere else. Right, soo I'm Spencer Winterbottom, junior (on the likely chance you weren't aware), and I'm living in one of the Boardwalk Villas off-campus. It's completely beautiful, and it definitely has several new coats of paint. It's right on the beach (oor well, on a small sort of pond garden thing that is um, reminiscent of the beach), or at least in a nice neighborhood, and really close to the grocery store. The problem is, the rent is wayy too steep for me to afford by myself. Luck and luckier, though; it should be totally reasonable for two or three people!

The place only has one bathroom, but it's BIG, and there are three lovely bedrooms, a living room, a great kitchen, and a balcony/star-gazing/telescope-placey bit that's perfect for hanging out. If you don't mind a roommate with something of an ~erratic sleep schedule (I'm quiet, I promise!) and VAGUE smells of paint every once and again, please let me know! You can have free access to my tea supply.

((I WAS WRONG, KILROY. JUST MOVED IN FROM MY BB SUMMER APARTMENT. THERE ARE NO BEACHES, OCEANS, OR EVEN LAKES TO BE FOUND. FALSE ADVERTISING.))

You wait all year for the magnolia trees to bloom, and then you only get seven days before the good thick blossoms just all fall off. Add to that the Very Certainly Serious issue that there's only an hour or two of good light for photographs, especially for the magnolia blossoms on that part of campus, and well, I guess you could say you've got something of a major problem on your

CRIPES I ALMOST FORGOT. The performance art piece I'm doing production des. for is going up the weekend after school starts!. I still need extras to paint, so if you're feeling especially gallant this week (and aren't allergic to acrylic paint), please please please consider giving up your shirt and opening your heart to body murals. It won't hurt, I promise! And there are only a few totally simple dance steps to learn, too. I'll even take your photo. I'm thinking lush, decadent...with, um, a definite touch of sea creature. dude DUDE, people, this is going to be so life-changing. Beautiful. Just the pick-me-up we need.

Oh, also: why there is no poutine in this place, still? I wrote to the local eateries, but again, nothing upon my return in the fall. Doesn't anyone think some warm fries on the beach in the early morning air (before it gets too hot, of course) would be the perfect bliss? I weep for the summertime, mes frères. I weep.

If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary-wise; what it is it wouldn't be, and what it wouldn't be, it would.( You see? )

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank, and having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, 'and what is the use of a book,' thought Alice, 'without pictures or conversations?'