they're back, they're little, and they move in herds

Today's soundtrack:
La nozze di Figaro by Mozart.

Their return was as inevitable as Britney Spears bombing on the VMAs last night (ooh, terrible parallel, but I stand by it): undergrads. They are everywhere. Halls, library, in line ahead of me at STM. Mainly, they're just in my way. I'm considering investing in a cattle prod for those particularly nasty brats that stand in a massive group in the entrance to the Arts Tower, texting their friends that are standing right beside them.

Which, of course, brings me to texting. What is the point? You have a cellphone, so why not call whoever it is that you want to talk to? If you want to write, email! What damned undergrad came up with the idea of quasi-emailing on a cellphone that was invented to make phone calls? Completely bizarre.

I realize that I only need to wait for September to end and the student population will thin out substantially. But until then, the cattle prod!