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fandomhigh2005-12-08 10:43 am
Journalism Class - Thursday December 8
Spider is in the classroom, although all that can be seen of him is a somewhat bedraggled Santa hat, with a sprig of mistletoe affixed to it. From the shape of the hat it is obvious that there is an icepack within.
On the screen behind his desk, thankfully muted, there is the following message.
Write me 100 words on Anarchy and why it's an excellent theory but suffers in practice.
Quietly.
Also? Extra-credit for anyone who can turn in 100 words on where I was last night after my fourth drink and why there's glitter in my under drawers and a freshly dead fish in my jacket pocket. Thank you.
((OOC: Feel free to amuse yourself with where he was last night. He really has no idea and is, in any case, not inclined to take any answers all that seriously.))
On the screen behind his desk, thankfully muted, there is the following message.
Quietly.
Also? Extra-credit for anyone who can turn in 100 words on where I was last night after my fourth drink and why there's glitter in my under drawers and a freshly dead fish in my jacket pocket. Thank you.
((OOC: Feel free to amuse yourself with where he was last night. He really has no idea and is, in any case, not inclined to take any answers all that seriously.))

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Anarchy - he writes - sounds good in theory because it means no government, nobody controlling what you do, especially people who might not have your best interests at heart, or might be, oh, rich, possibly senile, and supported by a lot of other rich people who may or may not have your best interests at heart. With no government at all, though, you get chaos, nobody controlling anything, people free to do whatever they want. I might handle that fine, and you might, and Random Joe Good Citizen might, but everybody? Everywhere? Like Agent K. says, a person is smart; people are stupid."
Then he eyes the unmoving Santa hat, and grins.
Not that I was watching you drink
and giggling hysterically to myselfor anything, but logic seems to indicate that after your fourth drink, you were pretty wet, since that's a lot of liquid. I'm guessing you found that fish flopping on the sidewalk, and being the generous soul that you are, immediately put it in your very wet pocket so that it wouldn't suffocate. Any other reason why a man might want a flopping fish in his pocket would be between him and his God-- just like any reason a man might want glitter in his drawers would be between him and hisfairy godmotherdrawers.