Nobody Asked Us, But...

The Dead Week Fallacy

As George Carlin once inquired, what happened to all the zombies? This is the same thing that comes to mind during this time of the year when everybody starts pronouncing the coming of the infamous "Dead Week."

Why is there, every term, a need to acknowledge this week at all? Hallmark hasn't decided to capitalize on the concept of Dead Week greeting cards and memorabilia yet, so can't we ignore this supposed week-long holiday as well? Where do you suppose this college tradition came from? Who's dead? Are you dead? We're not dead. Is it related to the Mexican Dia de los Muertos?

According to rumor, the term originates from the idea that classes were not held, or at least no assignments were due during this last week before finals. Obviously, our professors long ago decided to buck this trend, and now we work as hard during this time - if not harder - as any other. Perhaps it could be attributed to the idea that local businesses will be short on customers because we are all locked into "study mode" in our respected homes.

Well, look around: Dead Week is actually a very busy time, with groups of students publicly huddled together around their steaming cups of caffeine sharing last minute tips, tricks and potential exam patterns. We are all actually quite active during Dead Week, probably more so than the rest of the term, because it is now or never. Fight or flight. Kill or be killed. Perhaps there is some relevance.

Anyway with no Hallmark potential, it is a lost cause. And as our friend George Carlin is duly noted for saying, "The problem with zombies is that they are unreliable." Not unlike our expectations of Dead Week.




The Asks:

What will you do now that football season is over?



Maurice Morris
Man, I've never seen so many crackers in one place. This goddamn valley is startin' to getting cold, too. I think I'll try to snuggle up with a pair of warm titties until next season.




Dave Frohnmayer
First I've got to iron Phil's polo shirts, then I have to pick up his slacks at the cleaners... then I "get" to be in some new Michael Moore new documentary. Which is my better side, do you think?




Spalding Inflated Rubber Bladder and Pigskin
Am I embarassed, or what? What do you think it did for my credibility to only make it through the goal post half the time? I'm lookin' for a trade here.




A.J. Feely
I'm building a bench at home that should make a nice Christmas gift. It's a lot like the one that I kept warm all season. And man, oh man, do I have to get my ass back in shape.




Dennis Erickson
If all goes according to plan, I'll be kickin' back in the warm Cali sun. Or Arizona sun. Hell, anywhere with sun. Screw the Northwest.




Mike Bellotti
Hell, I don't know about you, but for me it's all about my personal table at the Olive Garden. See you chumps next year: you're stuck with me, my hair and my ridiculous RoboDuck alter ego.



A flask
Every Saturday with the sneaking around with that cheap whiskey you kept pouring into me... I was really starting to get sick. I'm glad the season is over. All I want is to go relax in a bottom drawer somewhere.

The OC would like to congratulate the Oregon Ducks on another winning season of NCAA football. Now if only you didn't have to constantly embarass yourselves at the end of each season.




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Things to do:

  • Head on over to www.amihotornot.com and rate the contestants. Be fair, but be honest. Or give everyone zeros, just out of spite.
  • Take a stand on an issue that doesn't matter to you. Sign Scott Austin's recall petition. Or refuse to sign it. It doesn't matter to us - oops, we forgot - it isn't actually Scott's petition. Well, like we said. It doesn't matter anyway. Take a stand.
  • Tune in to KWVA on Tuesday nights from 6:30-7:00, and bask in the brilliant political and social commentary. Or something.
  • Buy three packs of Yellowjackets from 7-11 and pop all the capsules at one time. Feel the sting! Feel your heart explode!