Mind the Baby, or the Difficulty of Teaching Your Alien Friends "Rock, Paper, Scissors"

[Crichton and D'Argo are playing 'Rock, Paper, Scissors']
CRICHTON: Again?
D'ARGO: Yeah.
CRICHTON: One, two, three.
[Crichton throws paper. D'Argo throws rock]
D'ARGO: Again, I win.
CRICHTON: No, I win. Paper wraps rocks.
D'ARGO: No, paper cannot possibly beat rock.
CRICHTON: It does. Paper beats rock.
D'ARGO: Rock rips through paper.
CRICHTON: D'Argo, that's not how it works. Paper beats rocks.
D'ARGO: That's unrealistic.
CRICHTON: Well, it's the rules. And it's not supposed to be realistic, it's supposed to be entertaining.
D'ARGO: My coma was more entertaining.

And then D'argo trys to play "Rock, Paper, Scissors" with himself.

Yes, it is after one am and I am avoiding my paper. But I am learning about the secret life of chocolate on Food Network.

Poke

Asian American paper finished. Not my best work ever, but it is DONE.

Now for class and Dogeaters and later 100-something pages of J.G. Farrell.

I live a life of excitement and adventure.

I almost skipped Masculinity today just so I could sleep in. Went anyway and got my Chaucer close reading back. A-. Yea.