Number 19: Dragonforce, Eat Your Heart Out

Yeah... uhh, this is quite possibly the greatest track on the entire Brawl soundtrack.

Mute City

Now, onward to actual news!

So me and Fatty were actually called down to talk to the principal today about doing the Super Smash Bros. Brawl tournament. I guess it was half-greenlighted... he said it was definitely something to consider. The problems would be finding some sort of insurance, finding a date and time that would help everyone out, finding some teacher chaperones, and finding out whether or not the tech department would actually be able to hook up the Wiis to the projectors.

It's really not as bad as it looks. I've gotten confirmations for several reliable people that the Wiis will have no problem hooking up to the projectors at all. I already have some people in mind as to who I'd like to chaperone. Insurance... shouldn't be a problem. The only real issue that there is is the date. We wanted to do a Saturday night, because many people work on Fridays and wouldn't be able to make it. However, the principal told us that if we did it on a Saturday, we'd have to pay the custodians $25 per hour in order to stay there. He said it'd be better if we did it on a Friday, perhaps later after school? The problem with that is people kind of do things on Fridays... but we really can't argue with the principal. The people who are willing to come will come, the people who can't make it won't. There isn't a doubt in my mind that it'll drag our attendance down by 10-15 people, but it's a sacrifice I'm willing to make. Rather, it's a sacrifice I'm force to make since I don't want to pay the custodians $100 to sit around and do nothing.

As for other news, there happens to be very little. Slaughterhouse-Five by Kurt Vonnegut is an excellent book, eerily reminiscent of The Constant. I'd bet my bottom dollar that the inspiration for the episode came from that book. Either way, one should really check it out. Quality is just fantastic. A lot better than something like, oh I don't know, The Scarlet Letter...

I hate you, Nathaniel Hawthorne. No matter how "essential" you were to American literature, I still hate you...