You did not send in responses to our heinously subversive Election Issue, so you'll just have to suffer through my lame Sunday morning space filling job. Blame yourselves.

In other news, I got a haircut and a rash at Scott J's this weekend. Fungicide, my foot.

I have also happily given up any notion of ever doing a thesis about anything ever. I will graduate neither with distinction nor mark of excellence. And for the love of Tuber Jesus, I do not care.

Presumably, the country got a new President while The Fed was humbly in production. As long as this election is over, I don't know that I care who won. Lots of candidates, no real choices. (See photos.) Makes one feel a bit like a poor, poor dead beaver. (See photo.)

Getting paid five cookies an hour at the Reserves Desk is alright, but I was really hoping I could help Butler get students excited about the Library of Congress cataloging project. Or maybe do some serious barcoding. I am a Senior. I know stuff. Magnetizing, demagnetizing, dealing with the cranky 'customers,' just isn't what I expected out of this job. And what does it mean that, 'The number one rule in customer service is, 'Perception is reality.'' What does that mean? Can I perceive a patron to be an utter buffoon who's lack of familiarity with CLIO just ain't my problem, no matter how much I don't have to do behind that desk? Hmm, curious.

Enjoy this issue, inspired by the odd blend of apathy and activism on this campus.