Greetings from the Lab of Dr. Yumi!

Greetings from the Lab of Dr. Yumi, as I mentioned. While Kouji, Sayaka and the adults are off having fun, I'm getting my gears re-lubed in a rather humiliating fashion. You'd think that if they could discover and develop the Soludnium New-Z for my skin they could find a way to prevent unpleasant chaffing...well, there...but I digress.

While the war against the combined forces of Neo-Jion and the Mikeene Empire continues well, personal matters must sadly draw me away from it. Unfortunately, while flitting about saving the universe, I failed to pick up any sort of grounding in geology! Well, what do you expect from a gigantic space-faring robot? My only interest in the ground is how best to smash it with a Turbo-Pressure punch! But such things are against the University of Alberta's Exam policy. And so, while countless hordes of Mechsaurus die by my hand, I fear I may be grounded because of stupid rocks I crush under my feet.

Life sucks when you're a giant robot on student loans...

State of the World, Oct. 21

What on earth prompts universities to hire people who, in point of fact, can't actually teach? What on earth prompts a professor to bring in a guest speaker...who can't speak? What is it about academia that causes the logic center of the brain to completely TURN OFF?

Three classes. Three movies. At least in one of those classes the professor (a highly intelligent woman who somehow managed to learn NOTHING of practical application in 25 years of public teaching) didn't actually speak...instead, letting the video spew her wishy-washy nonesense for her. The other two classes weren't so lucky...the video was a mere sideshow to the patronizing incompetence displayed within.

University wasn't LIKE this the first time around...or was it? Which has changed...is it me, or is it the school?

First Post!

Just creating space..