Half of a hundred.

What have I accomplished over my break?
I intended to do so much, but my resolve was weakened by desire and Fate.

I read "Meet Mr. Mulliner" by P.G. Wodehouse an was entertained by the Englishman's list of interesting family and relations. Such as the Stuttering Nephew who had an unfortunate day of trying to overcome his shyness by talking to three of the wrong strangers. And the brother who was a master chemist, and designer of "Buck-U-Uppo," a formula that would invigorate an elephant to challenge Indian tigers on hunts. Another nephew consumes this potion and is revitalized with courage and vigor after a long existence as a timid curate. This formula completely changes the trajectory of his life, granting him a backbone, a wife, and a living.
Very enjoyable, very funny, and an absolutely engaging and fast paced collection of short anecdotes. I am reading another Wodehouse right now.

The Fall, Chuck Hogan and Guillermo del Toro.
This is the second book of the Strain trilogy. I finished it at a rather adequate pace. It delves into the origin of Setrikan's hate and mission for killing the fallen angels that are the vampire race. The six Ancients are revealed and take their third faction into clearing up the infestation of the Master's reckless feeding. Palmer, the Master's human contact is dying slowly and wants to be turned into an immortal bloodsucker as a final means of survival - his personal vice in life is to prolong his existence, and science is failing him. The book of the vampire's history is up for auction, but it carries a legendary and mysterious history of "accidents" for those who possess the contents. Overall, a decent apocalypse series for those interested in supra-natural means of world decay and destruction.

She and Him, Vol. Two.
What shall I say about this perennial part of my blog's outlook? It is lovely and unique in its folksy, laid back feel. "In the Sun" is a favorite of mine with its cheerful sense of playfulness in the game of gaining attention of a love interest. "Gonna get along without you now" is a cute-cut of realizing the reality of a false friend, well written and arranged farewell tune and parting shot.
"If you can't sleep" is a soothing lullaby that comforts my mind and calms my spirit, it soars and swoops through my mind in a lovely pattern.

Finally, a parting thought in short verse. It amuses me and challenges my mind to conjure them up on the wing. I have not the observation and intuitiveness to know when it is tiring to my audience...

Woke up this morning to discover my break was gone.
Back to school and its responsibilities - What have I done?
I LoL'ed a lot over the week, spent time with friends, and slept in late.
However, Saturday had woken my heart, feeling the pull of guilt innate.
"Forsooth!" I pondered, "I have a speech. I must revise, I should outreach!"
I wrote and thought and thought and wrote, my topic trivial, but 'tis trivia that I know.
I keep in my mind facts obscure, why they stick to my memory is left unsure.
My first class dealt with concepts to compute - ASCII code, Inputs, OS's to boot.
My second class was speechified, I had to concentrate, and I feel confident and fine.
(Though my presentation was rough at points, my transitions and purpose lent me good points).
My third class concerned Mode, Median, and Mean. Twas all finite math, and baby steps into problems quite keen. For while the class was deceptively smooth, I know the applications will flip my brain quickly to move.
I left for the day, my first reentry complete. I walked to my bus stop listened to my iPod touch's tones so sweet. However, my battery died before I embarked, on my journey hope, silence accompanied my reading of Wodehouse's art.
I received a haircut, for my mane was growing long. My bangs were quite stubborn, and was wavy and wrong. Snip, Snip, Snip, that problem is gone, my maintenance is simplified as the strands fall anon.
I proceed to my job - organizing my carts, of books and CD's to be shelved and re-caught. Libraries are truly Franklin's greatest idea, this Daylight Savings Time is his worst I fear.
I enjoy the power to explore and learn more, from Bios to Fiction, it all is adored.
I saw a young lady who made eye contact and waved. I didn't recall making her acquaintance, so I nodded as my mind struggled to be saved. Was I really to know her: a face to recall? I had no clues, so I continued shelving the YA wall. My closing duties completed, I locked up and left.
Home is so welcoming, my family never of entertainment bereft. For whether it be youngest asking us to pretend to laugh, or viewing the results of the March Tournament of (Wrath?).
My family is loving, my friends likable to know.
I hope that this description fits you, my reader, to agree with "just so."

Haikus tradition
Why five-seven-five framework?
Ah! Pray for Japan...

Creating A Scene - The Improv Everywhere story

Charlie Todd was just another aspiring actor in NY City. Todd's aspirations took on a different trajectory one night when he received a friend in his apartment. "Hi Ben Folds!"
Todd decided that as a gag, he and his buddy should put their acting chops to the test by posing as Mr. Folds and a dedicated fan in a bar. Ten minutes after they enter separately, Todd's buddy approaches him at the bar and calls him "out" as the pop pianist. Amazingly, it succeeds and the two become the toast of the bar. From such humble beginnings was Improv Everywhere spawned.

Their Youtube channel has recieved millions of views for their "Food Court Musical" (People stand and add verses with no seeming connection between performers' lives), "Frozen Grand Central" (Agents are planted in the infamously busy terminal and pause in position for three and a half minutes, drawing the attention and curiosity of the daily commuters), and the awkward "No Pants Subway Ride" held annually (It is what it sounds...).

This book, "Creating a Scene" is an insider's view of the work that goes into these "victimless" pranks, and first person accounts, views, tips, and suggestions for how to pull them off on as smaller level in your community. My favorite one to read about was "the Moebius," a mission that revolved around a group of 7 "agents" performing the same series of actions for an hour of 5 minute loops. By the third iteration, people began to notice the pattern. The video quality for the prank (found on Youtube) was spotty, grainy, and sounded mostly of murmurs. Still the person carrying the boombox blaring "Shiny Happy People" was pretty funny!

Good book, though odd. These NY pranksters have greater plans for the entertainment and bemusement of Big Apple natives and tourists for years to come - It is New York! A crazy country all to itself. From "McDonald's Bathroom Attendant" handing out mints and cologne to cheap eatery visitors to "Dead Author Meet and Greet" with a fake Anton Chekhov at Barnes & Noble.