School is out for the summer!

So I don't know about your school, but my school is out for the summer. Last day of classes was yesterday, so I had papers due, a lot of off-topic lecturing, and a party with a lot of food. The party resulted in me having gas, and having to carry around a jug of salsa for the rest of the day.

On a different note, it may or may not have been Travis Moore's birthday yesterday. This meant that there was an aurora borealis show just for him. You can watch it right here:

The Aurora from Terje Sorgjerd on Vimeo.

Also, during the light show in the sky, there was a party at the old home place where Travis lives. We had dancing, pills (good n' plenty, mike and ikes, and smarties), and prune juice. Plenty of prune juice. Here is just one photo of our experience:

(click it to make it bigger)

to see more photos of the party, or to wish Travis a happy belated birthday, click this link:
Party at the Old Home Place

MASAP Spring Summit

My message to Jason Saucier:

Hey, Jason,

I'm really excited to hear from Corrine at the Summit, it sounds we'll be having a real party this year. I hope you don't mind, Jason, but I took the liberty of inviting my friends to come along. As you well know, the partnership between MASAP (Maine Association of Student Affairs Practitioners) and MASAP (Maybe A State of the Art Painting?) is one of deep, abiding friendship. Thanks to the hard work and dedication of Marie Schramke, may she rest in peace, we look forward to another successful year.

I had a quick question regarding the Summit, then I wanted to share a few things with you.

Question: after Dr. Crimmin's talk can we discuss what to do the latest WikiLeaks disaster? It is of vital importance to our children and our children's children, up to, and not including our great grandchildren. Let me know what you think about that. Perhaps the discussion could take place in the nearby playground at 75 South Street.



Now it is time to share thoughts.

First of all, I have been planning my dream vacation for some time now, and I believe that I made a recent breakthrough. For my dream vacation, I want to take a hot air balloon trip from coast to coast. I was thinking we could start in Eastport, and end in San Diego, CA. It would then be not only a coast-to-coast vacation, but also a diagonal north-east to south-west adventure. I want to make as few stops as possible, so I propose we do refueling by airplane, and bring a few live animals with us so that we can slaughter and cook as needed. Luckily, the burner of the balloon can double as an oven, so we should really be in good shape with relatively few things to pack.

Secondly, part of the reason for this vacation is that I've been wanting to get out of Maine. It is cold, too close to Canada, and I really don't feel safe. California has the benefit of being warm, far from Canada, and no crime! Also, this may seem unrelated, but I hate crabs. Far from being a delicacy, they are in fact disgusting, detrimental, and destabilizing.

I know this is a bit long, but I couldn't conclude my message without telling you how much I love MASAP. MASAP has changed my life. It really has. Since I have become a masapper, I have started actively looking for funny YouTube videos. I have also begun my lifelong search for the meaning of MASAP. Furthermore, I have more closely observed others around me, constantly looking for new topics to write about and talk about among my constituency. Also, before MASAP existed, I may or may not have existed. Now I rejoice, because I know that I am. "To be or not to be," that was the question of the past. Today the question has changed. To MASAP or not to MASAP? Now THAT is the question.

With love,
As usual,
-the Voter

The Biebster

My thoughts on the biebster.

I once wrote an essay about justin bieber. It was one of the hardest things I ever had to do--subjecting myself to thoughts of justin for over five minutes was nearly more than I could bear. Apparently I lived through it. Also, my essay did not live through it. This is my attempt to rewrite that essay in three sentences:

justin bieber is the worst. Some hate him, some revere him, and some idolize him. I am not these people; I refer to "the biebster" in the uncapitalized "jb" so as to avoid any confusion of this worthless individual to someone that actually matters (such as Jason Bourne).

The End.

A word from our Voter

Dear Diary,

I’ve been in Army Basic Training for 10 weeks this Fall, and just recently graduated and moved into AIT-- Accurately Imitating Travis. For the next 9 weeks, my comrades and I will be Awesomely Imitating Travis as we learn how to operate heavy equipment. Here are a few highlights of my training so far:

9.1.10 First day of training. I did a few pushups, ate 3 square meals and one rounded snack.

10.17.10 Today while building a barbed-wire fence along the Texas/Louisiana border, my comrade Roger Hartman made a few mistakes. 1) He danced an Irish Jig on Texas soil, which is a severe disgrace to the Alamo and all who fought there. 2) He intentionally crossed the national boundary into Louisiana. This violates several Federal treaties. 3) He wrapped poor Adam up in barbed-wire as if he were a Christmas tree and barbed-wire was strings of popcorn. I now know what a barbed-wire Christmas Human looks like.

10.25.10 We did our first jump today from a C-130 Transport. I like sky-diving! The only difficult part was shooting practice during free-fall. We were all given paintball guns and ordered to shoot each other as many times as possible on the way down. Whomever reached the ground with the least amount of paint would win the contest. Once our parachutes opened, a severe aerial paint war ensued. It was difficult to adjust to warfare in an environment with not only left and right, forward and backward but also up and down. Recruit Thompson won the contest. He was hit a total of zero times because he forgot his parachute.

10.31.10. Halloween Dinner. We had just come in from firing anti-tank missiles, rocket-propelled grenades and PFC Roger Hartman. The juice wasn’t ready, so the chef had me and Rolly go out back and drive a tank over a few pumpkins.

11.9.10 Today we finally got around to flying airplanes and helicopters. They let us loose on the airfield and we could practice on whatever we wanted. Lots of people fought over the fighter jets, but I went straight for the Space Shuttle. I liked the lift-off a lot, but found that landing it was very difficult, especially with all the fighter jets and helicopters flying around, and for some inane reason they scheduled another group to have their aerial paint fight that day, so the skies were a bit congested.

11.15.10 I graduated yesterday and moved on to heavy equipment operating. Don’t be fooled. This equipment is HEAVY.

Here's a video of some driving I did yesterday:



Time for lights out.
Till next time,

The Voter
-Moving heavy equipment like Sgt. Oaks

Travis

Travis:
-runs away by himself while the other kids are singing songs
-wrestles with his friend and gets in trouble
-loves "4 hugs a day" song. Giggles
-Miss Alicia has to tell him to sit still a lot because he keeps wiggling
-Teacher holds him on her lap because the other kids are annoyed-trying to listen to the teacher
-drew on the dry erase board. shapes & letters
-"If I could have anything in the world, it would be a car"
-makes noises and plays with his nametag, pretending to choke himself with it
-experiments with nametag, putting his hand inside, slinging it over his arm, etc.
-holds up 4 fingers to represent the number 4
-punts things in the story act to the teacher
-asks questions during storytime ---> "Who is that guy?"
-knows what the word "miserable" means.
-puts his fingers in his mouth a lot. Plays with his tongue
-pretends to be asleep ---> starts shoving
-shows his teacher Miss Alicia his "sad face"



I was picking up trash on campus as I'm prone to do, and imagine my surprise when I found a page of my own journal lying in the lobby of the SWKT!


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FOLLOW-UP:
From Kristina Stewart, December 1st 4:06PM
Travis, I know where that came from! That piece of paper that belongs to your..."journal" is in fact someone's pre-school observation notes. How do I know this? Because I observed Travis TOO! He was a funny stick of a boy with fluffy floppy bull cut hair. Purely adorable, but prone to get into mischief. I am so glad you shared that. They're probably in Nelson's Human Development Class which meets in room 250 of the SWKT, so that's why you found the paper there. Mystery solved. You know, that little kid actually reminded me of you, and as you read the notes, I'm sure you can understand why......just kidding

Thank you for your insight, Kristina!
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Travis Jay Moore
-Journaler