Ludic Dreams

The CCSU spring semester is almost upon us, and dear lord, I had three days off right before it ( yesterday, today, and tomorrow. I made some sort of unholy pact along the line with a deity I will learn of later, only when I am called upon to complete my dark deed- but I digress) and am very happy because of it. I am essentially rebooting; getting my sleep in order, work schedule ironed out, and as per usual, scrambling to finish off my schedule with a clean 5 classes. This year I actually made out nicely. Dare I say it, this is the nerdiest semester yet.

The semester starts strong with a “Studies of Shakespeare in acting” course, in the morning on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I am a closet fan of the Bard, to the extent that one who quotes him frequently and went to an acting academy for two years can be a ‘closet’ fan. I am hooked by a line that I encountered as a young an impressionable 16 year old in an English class. It is said by The Fool in King Lear, when he is essentially being insulted: “I am a fool, and thou art nothing”. Now if that doesn’t just sum me up all nice and whatnot.

The next class is actually going to ruin my life: Another T-R class, a topics course in math, this one on “Game Theory”. Now, I know that this sounds made up, but no, it’s actually the title of the class. Rather than it being a series of obscure game related questions (If master cheif was driving the warthog at 65 mph, off of a 45 degree ramp, and a brute threw a grenade going 20 mph towards him…), it’s actually about a wonderful little system of probability and calculation- namely, using people to calculate numbers. I already calculate too much- one day I will describe the wonderful pain of talking to the opposite sex while constantly calculating the odds of attraction in the back of your head (this is obviously a recent discovery- perhaps one of the reasons I avoided being single for so long?)- so this class will obviously destroy me (and any chance of me ever relating with the opposite sex, natch).

My TR- Routine is then followed by my only wildcard:Philosophy, Ethical Theory. I like the name and description. *Shrug*.

Then I enter the dreaded MWF territory ( my only MWF class, mind you. Consider this a compliment, Doc.) This class, at the god-forsaken hour of 9, is one worth losing sleep for; examining the 19th century English literature through the Alan Moore Comic “The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen.” There is a lot to say about this class, about how one could categorize this a nerd wet dream: Again, thank the good doctor for providing things.

My final class, which takes place on Thursday night, is less of a course and more of a gift, again from the aforementioned Doc. It is called digital literary studies, a class which one assignment will include machninima (wiki it.) This is a wonderful wonderful gift, one that I will not squander.

Christ, I am using Halo 3 in school! This is the exact noise that a fevered dream makes as it bursts from imagining to reality.