Fever Dreams: BiC

I've decided to start a Movement (capitalized because that totally makes it legitimate, amiright?). It's called the Bored in Class, or BiC, Movement because A) I'm not in advertising so my creativity levels are somewhere between the Star Wars remakes and Mean Girls 2 and B) ripping off pen company brand names is the new black, y'all.

Essentially, college kids who have to suffer through extremely boring classes for an unholy percentage of their non-senile years can sign up with their phone number and class times and they'll be assigned another user with a class at the same time. Numbers will be exchanged and BAM. Boredom alleviated! They can spend the class period texting each other. Depending on the creepiness factor of their partner, this could extend to hours of further giggles, including Stalker Watch, Fun with Restraining Orders, and Stockholm Marriages*!

*Handcuffs not included.

UPDATE: Do You Have Any Gum took notice and created a logo for BiC! Isn't it pretty? Here's a close-up of the emblem, complete with icanhazcheezeburgers cats.

Fever Dreams: Better-than-Winnie-the-Pooh Edition

Yesterday was the last day at work for the Marrieds. The decision to leave was sudden for everyone involved. They made a tough decision and I wish them the best as they travel cross-country to a new city (just as cold as this one) and move on to the next part of their lives.

Come Monday morning I will have an office to myself again. As She-Married will be working online from her apartment, we brainstormed a couple solutions to try to circumvent our eventual death-by-solitude.

1. Conference calls regarding the very important aspects of our lives (such as the massive amount of adorable-ness that is my students and how many people in her new ward have asked her when they are going to start having kids).

2. She's getting a dog. I'm getting one of these!

Teacup Piglet!

I'm going to keep in in a teacup just like that one and carry it around in my purse like I'm Idaho's version of Paris "That's Hot" Hilton. Best of all, I have the permission of our CFO to make it our official office pet (probably because he didn't think I was serious and I told him the alternate was me sitting at the foot of his desk sharing all the things I usually just tell the Marrieds. With enthusiasm.)

All I have to do now is figure out how to get A-Boss to buy it and write off the $3400+ as "office supplies".