Posted on 25 September 2013.
EVANSTON — Classes resumed Tuesday, and the entire staff of The Flipside found themselves so bogged down with homework that they could not write a single article.
“I just can’t find the time to be funny anymore,” said Managing Editor Brian Earl. “After spending my afternoon doing fourteen problem sets, translating 700 lines of Latin, and reading four novels, I barely had time to study for my midterm on Thursday. There’s no way in hell I’m going to write a Flipside article tonight.”
“It’s sad we don’t have anything to put on our website today,” agreed President Andrew Schneider. “Our Facebook page is going to have embarrassingly little content on it this week.”
President Rachel Beal said, “I can’t wait until our first meeting—which, by the way, is tonight at 8PM in Kresge 2-435 for new writers—because that’s where the magic of satire happens.” Beal’s eyes proceeded to twinkle, and she rushed off to her apartment to brew up a new batch of satire magic to distribute at Wednesday’s meeting.
Flipside statisticologists, who totally had time to put together a detailed double-blind research study, have predicted that The Flipside will be able to overcome the week-one doldrums and produce a year of amusing, witty, and droll content.
The statisticologists were then fired for blatant self-promotion.
Posted in Local, No. 116
Posted on 29 October 2012.
By Harry Barbash, Sophomore Economics Major
What the fuck, Professor Donaghy? Do you have any idea what happened this last weekend? You think there was time to study for a midterm about the Celts in the 11th century? Because there sure as shit was not.
Let’s start with the obvious. Halloween is the peak time for drunken revelry. Halloween just sweetens the crowded-apartment-party pot. Hookups become even more anonymous as you grind up on whatever masked person’s behind you. Alcohol gets consumed in an even wider range of colors and shapes.
And then, AND THEN, it was motherfucking homecoming. Really, Donaghy, did you really stop to consider how a homecoming win in an already statistically improbable season for the Big Ten’s class nerds would play? Willful ignorance is the only word I could use to describe anyone who thinks someone would have been sober for more than the thirty minute stretch from bed to muddy-backyard-of-off-campus-frat-house.
So you expected us to drag our hungover asses out of bed Sunday, do the walk of shame back to our dorms (made even more shameful by our costumes), get our materials, go to the library and study?
I call bullshit. You knew we wouldn’t.
Posted in No. 91, Opinion
Posted on 05 October 2011.
EVANSTON — Since the beginning of Fall classes, students have reported to the Evanston Animal Control Bureau an alarming increase in the number of large, nocturnal creatures wandering around campus. Many students, aware of the abundance of wildlife in the area, have shrugged these unidentifiable fiends off as raccoons, due to the black circles around the creatures’ eyes.
Most witnesses report the raccoons meandering near the library or rolling down the stairs of Tech, leaving trails of graphing paper all the way to Slivka. When students were asked if this particular affinity for graphing paper was strange for raccoons, they merely stated, “Maybe they like the taste of graphing paper because the squares are like mini waffles.”
Further investigation has revealed the identity of these figures as insomniac engineers trekking the campus after a long night of work. This finding, however, has only caused the case of mistaken identities to worsen. Josh Talley, a Bienen sophomore returning from The Keg on Monday night, reportedly witnessed a freshman engineer roaming the campus: “He was wearing a striped sweater and had massive dark circles around his eyes. Poor guy, he seemed to be graying too.” The freshman was later discovered to be an actual raccoon.
This raccoon-engineer mix-up has resulted in serious ramifications for both freshmen and the animal protection community. Freshmen who entered with an undecided major are now opting to choose any major other than engineering. “I’ve always wanted to be a dinosaur, not a raccoon,” says Gemmy Burns, Weinberg freshman. Meanwhile, the Association for the Protection of Raccoons (APR) will speaking at the Rock next Monday about how the raccoon community is offended by being mistaken for engineers.
Other students have reported a large increase in annoying insects buzzing through campus, but a report by the EACB announced that these are just theater majors.
Posted in Articles, Local, No. 62