Enter the nemesis

I'd been in a funk the last few weeks, which helps explain the lack of posting. (Also helping the explanation is my utter contempt for [your Significant Other's name here]; honestly, I don't see how I can be friends with you if you've got such bad taste in lovers.)

This afternoon, the funk went from "funk as in bad smell" to "funk as in Bootsy Collins". Why the switch? Two words: Dave H.

For the uninitiated, Dave H. is the guy in my Software Engineering class who sat during my group's presentation and scowled at us, and then asked a jerk-ass question that would have gotten him killed if he asked it in any bar in Tijuana. We handled the question pretty well; Samer started talking and kept talking and hemmed and hawed and made shit up and eventually everyone was so confused that we were ready for the next question.

(By the way, everyone in the room knew the correct answer to Dave H.'s question -- "We did it that way because the prof told us to" -- but this answer was unacceptable for a group presentation)

Dave H., for being a dick during and after our presentation, and then being a dick during your own presentation (oh yeah), you are hereby anointed as my sacred mortal nemesis. You shall be my mortal nemesis until such time as you are crushed by my cunning schemata and acknowledge your inferiority, with your wails of agony and supplication like the singing of children to my ears. I will not rest until your failure is complete, and your failure will not be complete until you are but a shell of your current self, your arrogance turned to self-pity. Make no mistake; the only pity you receive will be self-pity. The populace will be too busy praising my awesomeness to notice your utter debasement, and will be too joyous basking in my illuminating magnanimousness to spend any thought of pitying you, pitiable though you may be.

Thanks, Dave H., for giving me the spark I needed to make it through the semester.

Yes, dear readers, it will take all semester to crush him. I could probably have him crushed by the end of the week, but I wish to toy with him as a cat toys with a mouse before the kill. It ... amuses me.

In other developments:

• In a perfect world, this car will not sell and will be put up again in May, at which point I will buy it. Or, you know, its twin brother.