Possibly my all-time favorite song

Here it is, by another one of my favorite groups, Starfield.

The end-of-semester challenge

Yeah, I have to say. My English Comp professor is going down in my history as one of my all-time favorite teachers. He's weird and all that, but he makes classes enjoyable. Today? He was complaining to the other students waiting after class that "She never agrees with me on anything. She hands in paper after paper, and I've failed them all but she just won't take the hint!" (The "I-Failed-You, Right?" thing is a common joke of his.) He then told me that whether or not I get to skip the final, I still should come to the last two classes because he is going to ask me a question that I a) won't like and b) won't be able to answer. He says he is bound to come up with something.

I told him, "Good luck with that."

Anyone interested?

Quote of the day

"To reach the highest of the high you must first reach the lowest of the low."

Ooops. Oh well. Today...

I forgot to bring a stuffed dog this morning to the group presentation. Oh well, I guess I'll just mime it.
We changed the topic after its two main advocates ditched us and dropped the class. The topic is now "how to live a healthier life." Since our group has four people instead of six, like the others, our professor, nice lady that she is, is granting us amnesty on the timing - twelve to sixteen minutes instead of sixteen to twenty. We've got a nice script worked out - moderator, skit, speech, moderator, skit, speech, moderator, skit, speech, moderator. I'm confident that it'll all go fine.
Then I've got English Comp. We have a poetry quiz today, and if I ace that and the take-home test I did yesterday, I don't have to take the final. Here's hoping. I'm actually going to miss the class and my prof, in a weird sort of way. He's funny and down-to-earth, and the class was seldom boring.
The semester is almost over. I'm totally fried, of course, but it's been fun...
Tonight I have rehearsal for fife and drum, because our tattoo is tomorrow night, and our director promises that we're going to rehearse until we have the drill down pat. We start at six. I hope to be done by eleven. (Just kidding.)

"He Lives In You"

Here's the song that a friend and I did at the church talent show a couple weeks ago. We picked this one for a couple of reasons. First of all, it was a family talent show. You can't go wrong with Disney. Second, we were also impressed by how well it works as a Christian song.

Muster

If there is anyone out there, they are invited to our muster this weekend, Friday night and Saturday.

Come One, Come All

Rain or Shine

Enjoy a weekend of 18th Century Music, Pageantry and Entertainment

Friday, April 30, 2010 at 7:00 P.M.
Minute Man National Historical Park Visitors Center
For your listening enjoyment three of the nation’s top fife & drum corps will be performing

Saturday, May 1, 2010 at noon
A brief parade, ending at the National Park visitor center, will include 30 fife and drum corps and marching units from all over the Northeast.

Following the parade will be a day filled with music, history, entertainment and fun for all on the muster field at the National Park. There will be colonial crafts people displaying their wares, food vendors and 18th Century encampment demonstrations.

Admission is free.

I've said all along...

that the iPad is just a big iTouch. Well, my mom mentioned this vid to me last night. I found it on YouTube. Apparently there's this "Tested.Com" where dogs check out different items. In this one, Chloe, the Tested.Com corgi, checks out the iPad. It's truly epic.

I suppose you've been wondering where the chocolate came in...

Well, I just got a tip-off from a friend that he found a medical study about chocolate, and he says, "You were right all along." Thanks.
The study is from the Wall Street Journal, Tuesday April 27th, Health & Wellness, Personal Journal.
...

Dr. Golomb says she is a regular chocolate eater who isn't depressed. "I tell all my patients: Chocolate is a vegetable," she says. She recommends moderate consumption of "real" chocolate—the kind with a high percentage of cocoa butter. A serving of chocolate is one ounce, slightly less than a chocolate bar. The study didn't differentiate between milk and dark chocolate.

So there, Mom.

What a sheaf of paperwork!

The other day I got the "Preparation Packet" for the program I'm doing this summer. It was more than twenty pages long, including a packing list, medical release forms, hygiene information for the mountain thingy and even a "Statement of Faith" list I need to sign from LAM, including specific points of doctrine to make sure my beliefs match up with theirs. Phew.
So I'm starting to get a feel for how intense this program is going to be. It's already late April. The end of June is approaching wicked fast...

Funny comeback, I have to share

By now no doubt you are getting tired of hearing about my English Comp weirdisms. Well rest assured the semester is almost over. In the meanwhile, here's a funny incident from Tuesday between my English Comp professor and me:

Him: Any thoughts on this poem? Anya? (Anya shakes head) Caroline? (Caroline shakes head) Elisabeth? (I shake head) Come on, Elisabeth, you've gotta have something... (I shake head again) I'm giving you what, a D-?
Me: An A.
Him: An A? Really? (I nod) Well I think your professor is senile!
Me: Me, too. (General intake of breath from class)
Him: Well, I'm glad we agree on something.

Wait. I have a REPUTATION?!

I was in the shuttle this morning talking to my brother. He was arguing that he knew I'd never do something because he knew me, and I responded, "Well how old am I now?"
"Fifteen."
"Is who I am in ten years the same person as I am now?"
"Partially."

That's all of the discussion that's relevant. When it was over, the two girls next to me leaned over. "You're fifteen? How are you in college?" (Of course.)
"I'm homeschooled. I'm taking two dual-enrollment classes here." They shot looks at each other like this confirmed their suspicions. "Do you know Professor So-and-so?" My English Comp 101 professor from last semester. The sneaking feeling of "I-know-where-this-is-going" came over me. I knew he was using my research paper as a sample (the real research paper I did for him, not the pathetic excuse for a research paper that was required for English Comp 102).
"Yeah, I had him for English Comp 1 last semester."
"He talked about you!" Oh heck. I was afraid of that. "He said that you were fifteen and homeschooled, and he showed us your research paper."
"What did he say about me?" I asked.
"He said that you were a genius. He said, 'I can't even describe this girl...'"

My English Comp II professor found out my age after class on Tuesday. His word? "Prodigious!"

What? This is just too...too...stupid.

Ooops!

A computer game retailer revealed that it legally owns the souls of thousands of online shoppers, thanks to a clause in the terms and conditions agreed to by online shoppers.

The retailer, British firm GameStation, added the "immortal soul clause" to the contract signed before making any online purchases earlier this month. It states that customers grant the company the right to claim their soul.

"By placing an order via this Web site on the first day of the fourth month of the year 2010 Anno Domini, you agree to grant Us a non transferable option to claim, for now and for ever more, your immortal soul. Should We wish to exercise this option, you agree to surrender your immortal soul, and any claim you may have on it, within 5 (five) working days of receiving written notification from gamesation.co.uk or one of its duly authorised minions."

...

Due to the number of people who ticked the box, GameStation claims believes as many as 88 percent of people do not read the terms and conditions of a Web site before they make a purchase.

Lincoln Tattoo & Patriots Day

Sunday was the Lincoln Tattoo. After CF classes at church, my little brother and I changed into uniforms and waited until it was time to go (yes, we walked around the church in colonial getup and people stared). Then we got in the van and headed out to Lincoln. The Lincoln Tattoo (or Lincoln Salute) was basically an event where eight corps this year got together and performed for each other and for the public, whoever wanted to turn up. We drilled and it was fun and our director was pleased with us.
Monday was Patriots Day. Patriots Day in Lexington is a really big deal. It begins with the mobs of people who arrived at the green before 4:30 in the morning to brave the chill and see the reenactment of the Battle of Lexington. (One of our fife instructors, Mark, is with the Lexington Minutemen. Every year he gets shot and killed by a British soldier.) So my family got up at 3:30 in the morning and went in to see it.
Then, there's a morning parade. My corps is in it, and we march maybe half a mile tops. The WDJs, my corps, march behind the Lexington Minutemen. (The Lexington Minutemen are not a musical group. So they've sort of adopted the WDJs, and we help them represent Lexington.) Then everyone disperses to one of the various places in the town where the Boy Scouts and Lexington Catholic Youth Group are serving pancake breakfasts. There are booths, and places all down Main Street selling balloons and stuff, and preparing for the afternoon parade. There's a five-mile road race in the late morning, and it starts with a few of the Lexington Minutemen firing muskets, not pistols.
Finally, the afternoon parade kicks off at 2:00. We were tenth in line, and marched two miles. It was sore on my throat this year because I was calling the songs for the Junior WDJs. However, it was a good time, and we played "Yankee Doodle" and "Battle Hymn of the Republic" and "Rakes of Mallow" and "Lakes of Sligo" and more and more and more...
So today, Tuesday, I have a speech for Public Speaking. I'm not wearing a colonial-issue uniform, not blowing really hard into a wooden tube with holes and a cork, and not marching through the streets thinking "Left, left, left right left." What I am doing is thinking about our muster coming up in two weeks. Another really busy weekend.

Robert Frost and Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer?

Sorry I haven't written all week. It's been hard to get access to the internet, because my dad is always using the desktop to burn discs. That means I haven't been able to spend time on Facebook, haven't been able to check my email, or anything.
I figured I'd talk about the weirdness from last Thursday first. Everyone knows Robert Frost's poem "Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening," right? I for one studied it in elementary (home)school. You know, "Whose woods these are I think I know, his house is in the village though, he will not see me stopping here to see the woods fill up with snow..." Well, my professor came up with a...special...hypothesis. He said that the speaker was...Santa Claus. He also said that the "little horse" was actually a reindeer (called a horse because of the need for certain syllables).
He went through the poem and made the analogy for each line. I sat there, shaking and almost crying with laughter, and he looked up at me and said, "It's not that funny, is it?"
"Yes - yes it is."

Newscast rehearsal (or, Actions have consequences)

Today was the rehearsal for the newscast for Public Speaking. Guess what? The only group missing people was mine. We were missing a reporter and the other anchor. (The anchor who was there was me.) We had to rehearse without one of our reporters, but one of my classmates stepped up to anchor with me, and made herself available if we had no anchor for the final.

(This classmate was the one who came to her visual aids speech wearing a neon green "Free Hugs" t-shirt and talked about her love affair with Jesus Christ, and handed out her email to everyone in the class on library day.)

Anyway, the anchor who didn't turn up had already missed his first two speeches. So today my professor dropped him from the group, and I think from the class.

That's why you need to look like you enjoy classes, even if you don't, because the class could possibly be important.

The madness has begun

I'm on campus right now, working on science and almost ready to go downstairs to Public Speaking. After English Composition (we're talking about Dickenson's poetry. Oh joy.) I'm getting picked up from the student center (though I think that the Sport and Fitness Center should be called the student center instead), running home, switching my older brother for my younger brother who has to go to fencing, changing into my fife and drum uniform and going off to drill for a few hours. Yay.

Four performances over three days this weekend. Yay.

Har har

Hello, this is Elisabeth with the Weird-Professor-Quotes-of-the-Day.

"I do not have that parable memorized. Can you believe it?"

"Insane, messy rules. You do not have to memorize them. Well, Elisabeth, you could do it. You need to memorize them, the rest of the class doesn't. Oh, and Anya, you do too."

"'Rapidly' is an ugly word. e. e. cummings used it because he could. He said, 'I can write a sonnet just as well as you and you and you, and I can destroy it, and there's nothing you can do about it, nah nah nah nah nah nah.'"

"Robin, I know your math skills are peerless. Could you count the syllables in this line, please? You can use your fingers."

"OK, Robin, you can use your fingers and toes for this one."

"Imagine you're about fifty, and you have a friend about your age who has a seventeen-year-old daughter, and you're looking for a bride. You go to your friend and say, 'Look, I want a wife so I can leave kids behind me, and your daughter needs a husband in a stable position.' You go down to the bar, and after a couple of cold drinks, it's a done deal."

Brought to you by the English-Comp-Teachers-Are-Weird Society.

How's this for an Informative Presentation topic?

This was NOT my idea.

Superheroes.

Yep, that's our topic for our ten-minute informative presentation in Public Speaking. Steve offered it, and we all agreed that we could do something awesome with it. In fact, the hardest part of planning the speech will be coming up for a reason for the audience to care why Peter Parker is at odds with the Green Goblin (that's me by the way). I sure as heck don't know why anyone would care. We'll probably wax eloquent about Marvel and D.C. as art, or part of American history, or something.

So, I get to be the Green Goblin. (I can just hear my brothers' snarky comments, like "Yes, you are." They are all staunch Marvel fans.) Isn't that exciting? My life is so interesting, switching back and forth between college and high school and kindergarten, between red socks and blue, between the week and the weekend. Public Speaking is the spicy sauce on the jalapeno when it comes to whether something is interesting.

Oh yes, and I also have English Comp today and we're talking about poetry, so expect to hear more from me later. Probably complaining that my prof finds a deep psychosexual meaning to "I'm Nobody! Who are you?" or something.

What a week...

Yesterday I got on the shuttle and went to college for a club meeting, walked home afterward, did some work and went to fife and drum to work on the senior drill, which I had never learned before. Today's a normal Tuesday. Tomorrow will be a normal Wednesday. Then, things start getting itchy.

Thursday - All day on campus, for classes, etc. Then, I get picked up and taken to fife-and-drum, where I change from school clothes into uniform, and drill for a few hours with the seniors.

Friday - Normal day, only I need to get into Boston early if possible to rehearse, because it's the talent show! (Oh yes, and a friend of mine is coming in whom I haven't seen since last fall.)

Saturday - Parade with the senior corps.

Sunday - Church, then Lincoln Salute! Basically, it's a muster all afternoon.

Monday - This one's the bomb. Get up at three, go into Lexington to see the reenactment, then one parade with the whole corps, then drill with the seniors, then another loooong parade with the juniors, as the fife sergeant for the first time. March, play, call the songs, keep in step, etc. (By this time it's really late in the day. Maybe about five.)

Tuesday - College! Yay.

I kind of miss the days when I never had to worry about when I was going to eat or sleep.

The U.S. Government vs. Homeschooling

Last night I babysat for a homeschooling family from my church. The kids were a girl just eight and a boy age six (kindergarten age). Their parents were out to dinner for the evening. As I played with the kids and put them to bed, I couldn't help noticing all the things around the house that made it really obvious just how intensely the kids' parents were bringing them up as Christians.

I approve, of course, but there was one thing that concerned me.

I heard on the radio a few months ago that there was a ten-year-old girl, Amanda, out in California I think, who was given an order to move from homeschool to the public schools to "be exposed to other points of view" after expressing firm Christian convictions in a court of law. It looked to me that if the government got a wind of this, the kids (who, by the way, are reading and writing tremendously better than they would if they were in the public schools) would be in danger of being sent to the public schools. SO. Let me address a few issues here.

• The U.N. Convention on the Rights of the Child: It gives parental authority to the government. Why is this a mistake? Because the parents care about the children far more than the government was. Also, one of the points in the Convention of the Rights of the Child is free association with whomever the child wants. The child is allowed to hang out with gang members and the parents can't stop him or her, yet...the children "need to be exposed to other points of view" if they profess what I have been assured is a very mainstream, accepted position?
• Homeschool education: As far as I've seen, homeschoolers are rocking the academic world with their academic excellence. (Not to sound vain, but I'm living proof. My English Comp professor thinks I'm brilliant and he doesn't even know I'm not even sixteen.
• Homeschool socialization: I've been a part of homeschool groups before, and seen others. Here are some examples. When I was in karate, our instructor taught an afternoon class for homeschoolers only. As a group, we were very diverse, politically, religiously and more. We were comfortable with and good at interacting with all age groups (age four through teenage), not to mention fine with at interacting with adults also. Furthermore, we were also very accepting of outsiders. Then there's the homeschool group at church. Excepting the religious diversity of course, everything I just said applies. Then, there's the theater group my younger brothers belong to. After their play, everyone had a potluck and all of us kids played cops and robbers. This is a homeschool group grades K through 12, and my older brother and I didn't know these kids. Still, we were accepted freely by everyone. There were no cliques or in-groups like those that originate in public school. Older kids helped the younger ones, and the younger ones helped the older ones. There was no discrimination.
• Lumping homeschoolers into one group: When I talked to the kids' mom last night on the way home, she said that she had seen a comment on a newspaper article that morning that read (paraphrased, though the "freakish and bigoted" are the exact words): "Homeschoolers are just freakish, bigoted people who are sheltering their children from the real world to pass on their freakish, bigoted ideas." Hello? You're calling us freakish and bigoted? The deal is, more and more people are turning to homeschooling. Christians and conservatives, but also liberal Democrats, Muslims, atheists, and so forth. Why? Because frankly, people are realizing that the public schools often don't cut it. Kids don't get to work at their own pace, because they are lumped together with kids faster or slower than they are. Kids are slipping through the cracks - an accusation often made of homeschooling.

I'm expecting commentary on this post. Please, people, share your opinions. Get a dialogue going. Let's see whether we can come to any other conclusions.

Hmmm....Make that English Comp 0.102...

I came into English Comp today (surprise surprise) and my professor started handing back papers. The guy behind me stated that wow, he had gotten a low A-minus! The girl across the aisle from him said, "Do you know how you got such a good grade?" They moved on to talking about C-plusses, and how "Oh, I got that on my first paper..."

News bulletin: I am one of two people in my class to be getting straight As. This sets me up to be en route to not having to take the final exam.

After class, I brought my re-revised paper to my professor. (At the beginning of the class he had rhapsodized about the completely different tack I had taken on the essay topic, Is Shakespeare's The Merchant of Venice Anti-Semitic?) He had just wanted me to alphabetize and hanging-indent the works cited page, but I had corrected all the phrasing errors he had written on it. My revision wasn't due today either.

"Did you fix it?"

"I did."

"I must say, this is a very well-done paper. This sentence here: 'Therefore, it is not improbable that Shylock the Jew actually represented a Catholic.' just blew me away."

Smile and nod, smile and nod.

"All right, the grade on this thing is officially an A. I'm going to keep it though, I want to read it again."

Smile and nod, thank you, leave.

You're blown away by my two-and-a-half-page double-spaced paper with four works cited, I'm blown away by how much lower your standards are than my English Comp 101 professor's. We're even.

(By the way, expect me back for recommendation letters in a few years. Maybe when I'm actually an adult.)

HAPPY EASTER!

Excerpt from the Gospel of Luke, Chapter 4, New International Translation.

14While they were wondering about this, suddenly two men in clothes that gleamed like lightning stood beside them. 5 In their fright the women bowed down with their faces to the ground, but the men said to them, "Why do you look for the living among the dead? He is not here; he has risen!"

Random college weirdness

When we were in the shuttle on the way to campus yesterday, the other students in the van were talking about Spongebob Squarepants.

Later, the shuttle driver was asking math problems. My older brother got them all, and then the driver said, "OK, here's a really easy one. My four-year-old nephew knows this one. Ready? Here it is: What is my middle name?"

The college liberal arts magazine's poster requesting entries said, "Now with less having to bribe us!"

A letter to an editor in the latest edition of the campus paper began, "Dear so-and-so. You are an idiot." (I've written letters to the campus paper, and I can only too well imagine the response if I had done that.)

My English Comp 102 professor (of course) walked into class and said, "I'm actually in a good mood today. I let loose a four-letter-word barrage on my other class, but I'm actually in a good mood."

My English Comp 102 professor (of course) complained about prejudice and stereotypes against blondes (I'm a blonde) and minorities in general, and then made the comment that parties had to get up more "romantic-type" candidates to get the female vote ("McCain vs. Obama, they just had to go with Obama.") I do resent that.

Good Friday

An excerpt from the Gospel of Mark, chapter 15, New International Version.

33 At the sixth hour darkness came over the whole land until the ninth hour. 34 And at the ninth hour Jesus cried out in a loud voice, "Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?" - which means, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"
35 When some of those standing near heard this, they said, "Listen, he's calling Elijah."
36 One man ran, filled a sponge with wine vinegar, put it on a stick, and offered it to Jesus to drink. "Now leave him alone. Let's see if Elijah comes to take him down," he said.
37 With a loud cry, Jesus breathed his last.
38 The curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. 39 And when the centurion, who stood there in front of Jesus, heard his cry and saw how he died, he said, "Surely this man was the Son of God!"

Last night

Last night I was babysitting in the church nursery for the Maundy Thursday service, commemorating the Last Supper. We had about fifteen children from about six months to four years, and I spent the whole time watching the toddlers play with an infant, adorable little N., either over my shoulder or on my lap.
There was one young mother who dropped off her little girl, B., before the service. As it's our job to entertain and make the kids feel at home, I smiled at B. and said, "You gonna being playing with us tonight?"
"Yep. Mom's going to church. She loves God." said B.
"Well, that's nice. I'm glad." I said awkwardly, as such outspokenness is only found in small children.
B.'s mom explained, "She just came from three hours of rehearsal. Please forgive the overenthusiasm."
I moved about for the majority of the service, trying to keep little N. calm, which wasn't that hard for most of the evening. The kids played ceaselessly and calmly, with one interruption when B.'s mother came and took her up to the service for holy communion. B. was quickly returned afterward.
Finally, just a few minutes before N.'s mother returned at the end of the service, he started crying and would not be quiet. B.'s mother came in and helped try to calm him down, then gave him back to his mother.
I thanked her for her help. "No problem." she said. "I love children."
"Me too. They're so adorable."
We smiled at each other, and she asked me my name. I told her, and she told me hers. It was something unintelligible to me, sadly, and therefore I could not remember it. Then she reached out her hand, and we shook.
"God bless you." she said.
"God bless you." I responded. "I'm glad to meet you." What happened then is hard to describe, but I could see the Holy Spirit living inside that young mother. It was such a powerful feeling of...of...well, it was what Christ meant when He said He wants us to be one, he wants us to love each other. I'm sorry that I can't remember her name, but I'll always think of Christ when thinking of her.

In honor of April Fools Day...

I have a joke for you.

There once was a little boy in first grade who had a ravenous curiosity. He had heard some people staying at a hotel use a certain word and he wanted desperately to know what it meant. So he talked to his teacher during recess. He went over and whispered to her, "I heard a word at the hotel and I want to know what it means." She nodded and leaned over, and he whispered the word in her ear. She screamed, "GO TO THE PRINCIPAL'S OFFICE!"

The boy went to the principal's office, and the principal looked down at him and said, "What are you here for, young man?"

"I asked my teacher what a word meant and she got really mad at me."

"I'll have to talk to her about this." said the principal. "What was the word?" The boy whispered the word in his ear and the principal bellowed, "GET OUT OF HERE! YOU ARE EXPELLED FOR LIFE!!!" So the boy went home.

His mother saw him and asked, "Why are you here?" The boy told her the story, and she bit her lip, really angry at the school. "Don't worry, sweetie, we'll see about this. What was the word?"

"You won't get mad at me?"

"Of course not darling. What was it?" The boy told her, and she freaked out. "GET UPSTAIRS TO YOUR ROOM! I'M TELLING YOUR FATHER!"

Later on, the boy's dad came in and asked him what had happened, and after promising not to get mad, he asked what the word was. The boy told him. The dad roared, "YOU ARE NO LONGER FIT TO LIVE IN THIS FAMILY, YOUNG MAN!" He gave the boy a cardboard box and sent him away. Throughout the whole, the boy had no idea what was going on.

The boy was out on the streets wandering around, and a stranger came up to him and said, "Shouldn't you be at home?" The boy told him the story, and the stranger said, "Your parents weren't being fair. What was the word?"

"I can't tell you! You'll get really really mad at me!"

"Aw, no I won't. I know you don't understand it." So the boy told him. "YOU LITTLE...YOU...YOU..." the stranger shrieked, and took away the boy's cardboard box.

The boy wandered down to the city's port, and one of the sailors asked, "Hey, what are you up to? Where are your parents?" The boy told him the story, and the sailor said, "Oh, I'm not going to tell you what I'd like to do to your parents...What was the word?"

"I'm not telling."

"Come on, I won't get mad..."

"Yes you will! Everyone does!"

"Come on, I'm a sailor. I've heard lots of bad language." So the boy told him, and the sailor blew his top. "YOU ARE NO LONGER WORTHY TO LIVE ON THIS CONTINENT!" he howled, and he put the boy on a little boat and pushed him out to sea.

When the boat reached another land a few hours later (hey, suspend your disbelief for me please), the boy met another stranger, who took about half an hour to convince the boy to tell him the word. "Oh, that's not so bad." he said. "Just wait until I get back from getting groceries and I'll tell you what it means."

On his way leaving the supermarket, the stranger was hit by a car. What's the moral of the story?

The moral of the story is:

Look both ways before you cross the street.

Latest professorial absurdity

I went to hand in my take-home test on The Merchant of Venice on Tuesday in English Comp 102, but - horror of horrors! - I had forgotten to double-space it.
My professor said, "It's single-spaced! Does it look single-spaced? Does it have webbed feet like it's single-spaced? Does it have a bill like it's single-spaced? Does water stream off its back like it's single-spaced? It could be just me, but it's either a duck or single-spaced."
A duck? Whoa whoa whoa. Where did he come up with that? He continues to prove that he mostly wants to be memorable. Well, I'm sure not forgetting this guy in a hurry.
(Of course, my English Comp 101 professor couldn't stand the word "noodle." I think you have to pass a strangeness test to teach English Composition...)