Saturday, October 22, 2011

Lonesome October

The environs of Colson Hall seem to have completely skipped over the season of mists and mellow fruitfulness and gone right for that ashen and sober skies thing, with an occasional fine drizzle added. Even the graduate students are looking a little crisped and sere depressed.

Some of the Tenants, however, are cheered by the following vision of The Future, in which it becomes clear that, although Justin Bieber has been talking to other departments, he really only loves us and will buy us that dress we wanted and take us to a party.



  1. Really, what else needs to be said?

  2. Um--Justin Bieber saying "Ima be under the mistletoe"? Really?

  3. If you think about it, it's a fairly succinct summary of about 42% of all lyric poetry.