Of Boston Legal and Homecoming

This weekend I bore witness to the mass lunacy that is Queen's University Homecoming. Saturday night saw Aberdeen turn stupider than I imagine it usually is. However, the main point of going was to see some of my best friends, namely two Dan's, a Phil, and a Jenna or two.

Friday night: Ripping shirts off to "Don't stop me now," by Queen; riding bikes and falling off; ripped Converse; chatting to several policemen about statistics and arrests; otherwise being excellent.

I carried a notebook the whole night; most of what I wrote down is illegible and, to be honest, brutally inept and unpoetic.

A sample: "This city is awash with refugees from comfortable homes and arguably ridiculous lineage."

Don't ask me what exactly I meant by that; just know that it was funny to read back, as it is again, now.

Also, me and Phil relived the brief 3-week stint I spent at the Whig-Standard by sitting around without shirts on and watching Boston Legal.

This show is excellent for several reasons: 1) Subtlety; 2) The delicious timbre of well-mic'd low voices, including Spader and Shatner; 3) The basis of a show around monologues which pay delightful homage to rhetoric, reason, and argument; 4) The bizarre but excellent politicization of Season 2.