I know it's been awhile, and I actually really don't have time to be doing this right now, but I had to get a quick rant in before I go to bed. Hopefully a real update isn't too far off.
I got my final LU yearbook in the mail today, and words cannot describe how terrible it is. I was never very impressed with any of LU's publications, but at least in the case of the yellowjacket, I knew that those in charge were doing the best they possibly could within the restrictions placed on them by the administration. The yearbook, however, is an entirely different story. I never had high hopes for it, but when you're expectations are already so low it just blows you away when something can still disappoint you. If I had time I'd give you a page by page description; since I don't, you'll just have to let your imagination fill in around the few examples I am about to point out. Unless of course, you are also unfortunate enough to have had your money taken from you without your consent to pay for your own copy of this waste of a small forest. Naturally, the professional head shots of each student are of decent quality, although if you happen to be Jason Ballard, you might notice that you look suspisciously like gecko, and if you graduated you might be listed as not pictured with your class only to find your photo next to someone else's name near the back. Those pictures not taken by a professional look like they were taken by a five-year-old who had gotten ahold of his mother's camera when she wasn't around. Most of the pictures are so out of focus that the subjects are unrecognizable. And just to give a quick example of the shoddy lay-out work: the facing pages dedicated to fall intramural sports (notice the s in sports) are entirely filled with pictures of G2's football team. Not only is there no mention of any other sports--you mean fall intramurals include soccer and volleyball, as well as a variety of individual sports and one-time activities like tennis and the turkey trot?--or even any other teams, there are not even any pictures of G2 actually playing football. Ten pictures of girls standing around. Only one (one of the two pictures of the girls in their standing around in their championship t-shirts) even has a football in it. Multiply this type of thing by 160 pages and throw a glossy cover on it and you have the winner of my award for WORST PUBLICATION IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD EVER.
posted by Tom 9:15 PM
It starts with the shoe. Maybe the next day it's a t-shirt or a sock. You don't know if the washing machine ate it, or your roommate borrowed it a month ago and forgot that it was yours. All you know is that by the end of the week, you're walking to class naked because you don't have any clothes left.
