according to LAist the UCLA administration told “student leaders” that they were no longer allowed to strip down to their skivvies and run around their campus three times a year during finals.

pardon me, when did college students ever need permission to act a fool?

when did college students start ASKING permission to run around their own campuses?

did the school ask the students if it was ok to raise their tuition every year that they were in school?

i faintly remember a California law that said that because parents spend 10-15 years saving up for their children’s college educations, that the government wouldnt be allowed to raise fees or tuition more than a few percentages each year so that families could properly plan. did the schools ask the parents permission to blow off that law?

the problem seems to be that some non-students are going to UCLA to run around in their underwear. and also that a few kids are getting into fights and fewer still are getting hurt.

so? no really: so.

kids get hurt doing all sorts of things: driving, riding bikes, participating in NCAA sporting events where the students get zero money and the schools make millions. and yet the schools dont stop those things from happening.

for some reason.

my hope is the UCLA Bruins will take a little ownership of their college experience and do their thing in safe, fun, happy ways. if that includes running in boxers and briefs, then so be it.

the university has done its job by “officially” turning their backs on the unofficial tradition. let’s hope the kids do the right thing by maintaining the tradition – which is one of the more harmless things this blogger has seen on any campus.

but i cant talk about it till friday when it comes out

it stars almost everyone in hollywood. and even a few hip hop stars. everyones very funny.

i wanna say “its the best 2 1/2 hour comedy that could have easily been 2 hours” but then that would be talking about the film (that only feels like 90 minutes).

so instead i will sigh about my relationship with my truest. i know uh-gain!

we left the movie on such a high, looking for food. as is often the case, i of course ruined the mood by talking about subjects that were bound to piss her off. i pissed her off seconds before the film, as well, because im just such a wonderful man.

but some of these topics needed to be discussed and i figured, why not talk about them in the glow of a great movie when the feelings are good? these are the lessons i learned while sucking on nitrous in the dentist chair: do painful things when really happy.

so we talked. and if theres one thing i am still amazed at is how well she and i can navigate through the dangerous seas of intensely sensitive subjects while trusting each other, saying things in blunt but sweet ways, and pushing each other to try to reach some semblance of shared agreement.

but because im completely insane, after we were in an understanding with one subject, i would double down and bring up a second high voltage matter, and then a third! all while doing the one thing she had repeatedly asked me not to do: put my hand on her bare thigh!

BUT IT’S MY THIGH! YOU ARE MINE FOREVERZZZZ!!!!

strangely, weirdly, ridiculously, we made it to Fred 62 (one of the few all night eateries) without totally hating each other and in fact feeling good about all the poisonous ground we had covered.

ate drank desserted and as she tried to fall asleep i kept talking to her and she had one eye open, one closed, and she was all please just lets table all of this till tomorrow. im not going anywhere. just going to sleep.

and a half hour later, i stopped yapping.

however at 4am i noticed that we checked in with each other with little whispers of “your feet smell” which got the response of “no, i just farted.”

our animal blog

yesterday lindsay posted a followup to the story about the gentleman who put a kitten in a homemade bong and blew a bunch of pot smoke in it to mellow it out. allegedly.

somehow he got caught. oh yes thats right, the police were called to his home, and when they arrived they saw the oddity first hand.

Lancaster County sheriff’s deputies responding to a domestic disturbance call Sunday allege that they saw 20-year-old Acea Schomaker smoking marijuana through a piece of garden hose attached to a duct-taped, plastic glass box in which the cat had been stuffed.

“This cat was just dazed,” Sgt. Andy Stebbing said. “She was on the front seat of the cop car, wrapped in a blanket, and never moved all the way to the Humane Society.”

according to the update, Acea who first plead not guilty to putting the cat in the box o’ pot, has not decided to admit guilt, a crime that could put him in the pokey for a year.

Schomaker originally pleaded not guilty to animal cruelty charges in April and has said his intention was not to harm the cat, a six-month-old female named Shadow, but rather to calm her.

Shadow, he said, had behavioral problems that included biting and scratching people. After hearing stories of animals being calmed when humans blew marijuana smoke in their faces, he decided to do them one better and placed her inside the smoking device.

How there is no “Acea’s Shadow” saturday morning cartoon series is beyond me. let them fight crime by time traveling through their magic bong and occasionally pleading guilty to adorable crimes of stoney cruelty.