2004-04-23 - 12:46 AM

An essay and a lab down. A lab, a program, and a semester project to go. 3 finals and 3 weeks to go.

Life used to be better than this.

I read Clara's entry today, a rather frustrated and poignant "Choose the real world? Why?" blurb near the end, and it struck me.

Uncle Bob has an army. They don't know what they're their for, except a hit count and some vague association with King Cranky himself.

I decided I want an army too.

A webring, a forum, a board, an army, whatever. An organized organization of people who ask why, who thumb their noses at the real world. Some sort of "Time can make us grow old, but you'll never make us grow up" rebellion. Late teens, early 20's, just a ragtag band of chronologically challenged children. And with our wits and talents and voices combined, by God, we'll take this "real world" by storm. And we'll throw tantrums until it gives us candy. Waterworks like you've never seen before.

So email me, alex at dangerousideas.org, and say "Yeah, I'm growing up when hell freezes over", and you can join our army.

-Alex
UPDATE: Many of you don't know how to operate your email client. Leaving a messege in the comments section, that'll do just fine.

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