UC Channeler's office

whatever shall I do about this ... (Ahem.) I dare not speak the (bleeeeeep) that dare not speak its name even to myself! Bisson, Bisson, wherefore art thou Bison? Seekest thou for the throne upon which I sit? Heavy lies that crown, O Linda. Heavy lies that crown. Heavier sits the behind upon this here throne, for we grow wide of carriage in our Mrakish labor here.

To labor, perchance to make a difference (here and there). To make a difference! Aye, there's the rub. Whether 'tis better in the flesh to make hay upon a field of blubber and by the making grow firm!

At least none of the grad students have threatened to blow up Mrak Hall lately. What was that girl's name? Hot number, and quite insane. Who was it shacked up with her for a while? What was his name? Louis? Loo-key? Oh, who cares. We don't apply our rules to professors, no sirree bob. No, if a professor should shack up with a grad student under his purview, that is his RIGHT. It's a perquisite we shall never remove from them. Grad students NEED to get screwed. It's good practice to do it in their spare time too.