Michael Brazil

Okay, so, I have this class, "Interactive Media Seminar", according to my acceptance letter. What that is, I'm not sure, so, like the diligent brownnoser that I am, I decide to look it up. "Seminars on latest trends in interactive media content, technology, tools, business and culture." Wow. That sounds cool. I was really looking forward to it. Little did I realize that I would see the evil that is the Snow Monkey.

Sure, it sounds non-threatening enough... I mean, what is there to fear of a cute little monkey that lives in the snow? Well, I have learned that the phrase "cute little monkey" never bodes well. In fact, if I'm ever again in a situation where someone says, "Hey! Let's go see the cute little monkeys!" I know to run the other way... as fast and as far as I can.

What's so wrong about the Snow Monkey? I'm glad you asked that question. First off, it's a bajillion feet tall, it's eyes follow you wherever you go... and it has a high, squeaky singing voice. Yes, that's right... not only does it sing, but it sounds like it had it's balls removed with a rubber mallet. Trust me when I say that does something to a man's voice... this is personal experience talking. To make matters worse, the simian soprano is joined by his ghostly pals made up of colored light projected onto droplets of dihydrogen oxide (something that, I am told, should be banned).

Surely there was more to be seen than the Snow Monkey and his Amazing Friends, right? No. Not at all. Well, okay... there were a couple other things shown during the seminar. Something about immersive movies, and getting your face scanned, and I vaguely remember something about nature's wonders (or wisdom, or weirdness... something that begins with a "w")... oh and I think there was a platypus in there, but of that I am not certain. That is the insidious power of the Snow Monkey. Nothing compares, nothing remains, all most bow before it's sheer monkeyness!

To sum up, if the Snow Monkey is this class' opening gambit, the endgame promises to be a truly masterful move. Well played, Snow Monkey... well played.

Oh yeah, there was also free food. Props to all for that.