We were at the beachdarthmaus's copy of Donkey Konga has Rock Lobster on it, and it's one of my favourite drumming tunes. I can hear it now. I should totally get people together for a video- and board-gaming night at some point.
Everybody had matching towels
Somebody went under a dock
And there they saw a rock
It wasn't a rock
It was a rock lobster!
A couple games of 1000 Blank White Cards were played yesterday on campus and they were muchly excellent. There were Impending Horrific SkyTrain Accidents, FUCK pants!, Security Walks In, Plan B (You're Fucked), Rock Lobsters, Zombies!, Badly Drawn GIRs (who were actually well-drawn), Vampire's Revenges, and general insanity. Commander Spade of the Zombie Militia finally got his fighter plane, too, so now he has to learn trigonometry.
There was also the terribly cheesy movie, I Eat Your Skin, which the Zombie Militia thoroughly MST3k'd. I didn't see any lobsters, but I'm sure there were some lurking around that tropical island. Perhaps they were zombie lobsters. All-in-all, it was a good Militia training session: if a bug-eyed dude tries to whack you with a machete and your bullets don't hurt him, he's probably a zombie. Also, Riff-Raff and Magenta apparently did some zombie-raising and human-sacrificing during a scouting mission in the 60s.
Psych paper due on Tuesday on the evidence for a biological explanation of sexual orientation in the existing literature. Must figure some way to work lobsters into it.