Happenings at the Intergalactic Student Center

Normally, I go for a study room at the library, someplace to escape discussions of Superman's true origins, Batman's place in the superhero world, whether or not Order 66 truly wiped out all Jedi... things of this nature. However, study rooms are hard to come by in the mid-afternoon at Southern Poly, so I ended up in the student center, jacked in with the rest of gen-pop. I've got to say, today, I'm glad I did...

Within the past year, the geek universe that is my chosen university has begun sharing it's campus with Georgia Highlands College. In other words, a whole ton of cute girls have started hanging around the school, most likely not because of the stimulating conversation. Starting this semester, the young damsels of GHC have been populating the student center/cafeteria more; as they are cute girls, or just girls, they travel in packs, like womprats. These packs do not go unnoticed by the herds of nerds; and, being so nerdy and wanting to always quantify stuff, they have timed when said cuties come feast. I kid you not.

This brings me to yesterday. A clan from an untold dimension sits across from me, monitoring and commenting on the comings and goings of all things intergalactic. An Elflord from Downthestairs comes to them with a report: "Uhhh... there's like a whole table of hot Georgia Highlands chicks down there talking to LadiesMan217 about his laptop." A fellowship transports itself Downthestairs, leaving the Elflord and others too afraid to venture forth.

A few moments later, the remaining Counsel are treated to a glorious scene - a Queen of GHC, outfitted in a blue see-through dress, comes in from the harsh climate seeking sustenance. She obviously has traveled far, as her legs tremble with each step in her stylish-and-unaffordable high heels. The Counsel gazes longingly, their eyes following the outline of her way too tight and blatantly visible thong long wavy hair, which she run her hands through, giving them ample sight of her nearly fully exposed busom hand. "Are you done now?" Gorgo, the lone female of the Counsel, sighs as the Devil Angel in a Blue Dress disappears from view. The Elflord, first to regain speaking ability, grunts and returns to the sickly pale glow cast upon him by his laptop.

And then she returns, Coruscant Deathstick pinched between index and middle finger as she once again hobbles towards the cruel outdoors. Shaking his head, the White Mage takes a break from leveling up his ninja to speak to Elflord: "Dude, she's hot." Blue Dress, pretending not to hear such speak, in fact does (as does everybody else on the upper west side of Atlanta), and proceeds to crack a smile as she attempts to run her hand through her hair again, hoping to incite more...

... and then she fell, tripping over her until-now-unseen two left feet in stilletos, her shoulder hitting the floor first, with her legs absorbing most of the recoil and bouncing up. While wearing a dress. And other stuff.

My initial instinct is to quickly hold up a sign that displays "9.5 - stuck the landing!" But then, my gentlemanly self overrides and I start to offer a helping hand... when a wormhole opened and geeks from all other dimensions appeared. Wizards, elves, Jedi, Starfleet Captians, two pirates, and a dude in an AC/DC shirt that was in the wrong place at the wrong time all converge on the scene, hoping to get a peak offer a helping hand to the Queen, still sprawled on the floor, lying still. Or, as my Grandma used to say, playing possum, hoping this too shall pass.

Order is thusly restored, Queen Blue Dress deciding that today is not the day to continue her Deathstick habit. The scouting party returns from the nether-regions of Donwthestairs, asking questions of the commotion heard. The Elflord, having been blinded from being in the prime seating position to watch the queen's downfall, ignores their question: "I'm going back to my room," he says as he quickly moves off, cables from his laptop dragging behind him. Gorgo sits, thoroughly satisfied with the outcome of the situation.