Journalism Class - Thursday December 8

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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.))

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Beka shrugs, and scrawls down punch-lines from half a dozen jokes her uncle likes to tell.

A man with a stoat through his head was sipping tea when his wife blew up. Ten minutes before that, ten soldiers had dance-stepped their way through a waist-high field of daisies, singing 'Kum-Bayah". Sing a song of sipping, a gullet full of lye. Four and twenty dead men traded for a dime.

You went diving into a pool of glitter, fully-clothed, then sipped tea under the noon-day sun with Gandhi. He gave you a trout, saying it was the road to peace.

I read all of this on a candy wrapper someone threw away this morning.

Although I suppose chaos isn't the same thing as anarchy, yet both are fun until you realize there's no substance to them. Unless there's cash involved.