Sharks with freaking laser beams...

After Mount St. Helens threw its little hissy fit today, I hope that I wasn't the only person walking around all day saying "liquid hot magma" and giggling like a schoolgirl.

Not that it matters. I'm about to walk out of work and head for a weekend of Buckeye football and general debauchery with college buddies in the great city of Chicago.

You could light my computer on fire right now and I wouldn't give a crap. I've written some free verse to celebrate the occasion.

Football, football.
College football.
Chicago, college friends.
4 am last call.
Weekend to remember.
But I probably won't.
Good times.