I sat with my head bent over the computer on my desk, and my right hand on the mouse, and somewhat nervously hovering over the mouse buttons, so that immediately upon the completetion of the Alien turn, I could proceed with my Xcom: UFO Defense business without the least delay.

In this very attitude did I sit as Jubb sat down on the couch, rapidly stating what it was he wanted to do—namely, to get out of the dorm and do something. Imagine his surprise, nay, his consternation, when without taking my eyes off the screen, I in a typically bored, apathetic voice, replied, "I would prefer not to."

He repeated his idea in the most decisive tone he could assume. But in quite as decisive a one came the previous reply, "I would prefer not to." I aimed Clarence King's Plasma rifle.

Had there been the least uneasiness, anger, impatience or impertinence in my manner; in other words, had there been any thing ordinarily human about me, doubtless Jubb should have violently dragged me away from the computer in his wrestler-way. But as it was, he should have as soon thought of separating Jinx from a movie or The Politician from his girlfriend. I sat at the computer, wasting time.

Jubb sat gazing at me awhile, as I distractedly went on with my computer game, hunching over at my desk.

This is very strange, thought Jubb (no doubt). What had one best do? But the prospect of a night of ska and reverie hurried him. He concluded to forget the matter for the present, leaving me to a leisurely night alone.

Or, to abandon this almost-entertaining conceit, I didn't do enough this weekend. I went F-golfing in Kaukauna with Colin and Jubb, and we watched Se7en and Raiders of Wu Tang last night, but that's not enough: I feel pretty boring.

I need to make better, more enjoyable, snap decisions; I thought I'd been doing just that, but I obviously haven't gone far enough.