No one cares if I'm gone, Brian.

Disclaimer: Bryan in no way is speaking negatively about  or against anyone, living or dead, except maybe my team mates, who really could have better learned how to wait for the right moment to launch an attack. No one has been quoted without massive amounts of exaggeration and if you still want to take this personally I will be glad to escort you to the nearest madhouse for further treatment.

First off,  I would like to clarify that the earth does not 'go round', as you two laymen have so bluntly put it, because of finance or your urge to procreate. Indeed, I doubt very much if our Earth would be so inclined to cease rotation due to the recent recession or your sorry excuse for a love life as it would be to put on a top hat and proceed to perform us a Pythonesque rendition of How The Grinch Stole Christmas.

The Earth, ladies and gentlemen, spins because of leftover momentum from the solar nebula that all our planets and the Sun formed within, and let us leave it at that.

I haven't actually attended class yet, I'm afraid. It is now five to ten in the morning and my recent situation with my PC has forced me yet again to post from outside the comfort of my armchair. I will not have time to post after class, so you lot will have to settle for my version of what transpired yesterday.

If you've ever seen the British Parliament in action, you might have an inkling of what could have occurred yesterday. Fortunately (or unfortunately, if you happen to be someone who likes to argue, like myself) Amanda stepped in to cull what what promising to be a fiery yet fascinating speech and conversation, saying that while she was not against two groups having an intelligent debate, the last two groups to go were becoming suicidally bored and would really appreciate it if we could end our debate and move on.

It would have helped, of course, if Brian had simply not made the error of making nearly every single event or booth sound like an all out competition between teams. The idea was that the prizes were to attract contestants, but the crowd would be the main target, not them. You would go over to see what was going on and learn from the way the contestants fared. Hopefully, teams with better communication would be the winners, demonstrating to the audience that such behavior would be beneficial to them. Prizes were a simple metaphor for a better life or lifestyle, not a bribe.

However, my team mates were quickly drawn into reacting, not directing. Instead of setting things in our perspective during the question and answer, the floor took control, giving them the upper hand. What this means is that we were kept on the defensive and suffered for it. I understand the thinking that the floor was meant to be offering up friendly suggestions, but verbal sparring or at the very least the ability to keep ideas in perspective is very important in a presentation. It displays confidence and control, rather than the zealot's knee-jerk reaction my team suffered from. I think that from now on, I'll have to take the questions and let my team mates support me instead of being on the front. That said, I still do believe in our ideas, and I believe that we would have finished a lot better if we had handled the Q & A section with more finesse.

On a lighter note, because comments (if I get any this time) about school are painfully dreary to read, let me just point out that I am in no small way absolutely screwed about Saturday. I can't imagine having to rack my brain every single February like this, regardless of whatever my girl says. I am doomed. Finished. Ended. Like a man stuck in a small outhouse with a revolver, one bullet and a hundred demonic Nazi zombies milling about outside. Fabulous prizes to whoever can tell me which gaming website that last line came from.

Peace out,

Bryan

Schizophrenic conversations that I'm always having with myself