Monday, March 29 & Tuesday, March 30

Monday
I've mentioned before that before 1954, I had a series of open journal-sketchbooks called Jehovahs. 1954 didn't quite fit the Jehovah mold, but it wasn't the first to bend the rules. Its predecessor, Jehovah IV, was unusual in that it was the first one to develop a theme. And that theme was frogs.

I don't recall exactly how it started, but this particular Jehovah spent considerable time in RQ, where it served to relieve the stress of struggling with the subject matter. (It was a seriously intense class; it took more effort and concentration than most of my college classes.) Jeremy, Brandon, myself and others began sketching frogs for some reason -- I thin it started with a drawing by Jeremy and went on from there. Soon lots of people were joining in. We had frogs from around the world, frogs in odd situations, frogs doing strange jobs. Lots of fun.

When the semester ended, I left Jehovah IV on the bookshelf in the RQ classroom so the next semester's class could continue the tradition. Unfortunately, the kids in the freshman English class that also used that room got a hold of it and defaced a few of the frogs. That put an end to its being left on the bookshelf, but it didn't stop the froggage. Eventually every page was filled, and Jerry instituted two new books, Buddah (or more likely, Buddha) I and II, to keep the tradition alive. I have no idea what happened to those books, but I still have Jehovah IV, safe and sound in my home office.

Secret writing:

Gaby has the unbelievable ability to influence my mood at any time, apparently simply by suggestion. Today, she finally told me (sort of) what's up. She mentioned she was afraid to tell me, and I instantly felt nervous.

It would have been nice if I had written down what she told me, because I have no recollection of it. I suppose the fact that I noted my reaction to Gaby rather than my reaction to the news means it wasn't all that important.

Tuesday
I guess I felt "I'm My Own Grandpaw" was funny enough to merit recording it in my book. *shrugs*

B.A.S.H. was a satirical counter-organization formed by a couple friends in response to S.E.A.L., an animal rights club that was formed by a couple of other friends. S.E.A.L. stood for something along the lines of Students for Ethical Treatment of Animal Life, and was well-meaning but somewhat hapless. B.A.S.H. stood for Brutalized Animals Save Humans, and was nominally in favor of animal testing but mostly just in favor of antagonizing S.E.A.L. More on that later this week.