During Scrabble...

"I'm trying to find a good place for my orgy, but there isn't enough space!"
 -Robison

I'm just forwarding the point that if this blog gets annoying enough, he's going to remember me forever, and should he ever teach again, he'll have plenty of Haley-horror stories to recount... 

Hopefully we shall meet again in some reincarnated form, you big nerd...


My best,


Satan's daughter.

Books

Among other things of his I aquired over these three years, I had to return Robison's beloved novels, "Slaughterhouse 5" and, "The Call of Cthulhu and Other Stories." I suppose my reading list says something about this... but come on, the blog's URL is "Cthulhu loves Robison."

Also, Kurt Vonnegut is awesome. Galapagos is one of my favorite books of all time. However, Douglas Adams is still my favorite.

Little does he know that I vandalized the back of Slaughterhouse 5 with a message.

Satan's spawn out for the day.

That. Jerk.

I found out nary a few days ago that Robison is leaving my life. Forever.

Why? He got a new job. An hour and a half away. Not here. At all.

Come on, man. You started teaching here the exact same year I became a student. Doesn't that mean ANYTHING to you? We could've done the 4-year thing. Seeing an entire class through. But nooooo... now you're running off to become a librarian.

No. No more fun comments. No. You aren't even doing a 2nd semester. You can't even finish out the year, how's that? -grumble- Satan will hear about this... how am I suppose to get through this without your zombie comments or stories of occasional neglect, causing your children several injuries?

Words cannot express my sorrows. And there are not enough numbers to express how many demons I will ask Cthulhu to send after you.

Regards,

Satan's Daughter

Happy Birthday, Robison

Today marks the 31st year of Robison's life. Only 9 more before Cthulhu comes to recruit... MWAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA

I mean... Happy birthday!

Why Robison lacks "N"

"You know I'm sensitive about not having an N in my name. My great grandfather lost it in a bet and never got it back."

And this is what he claims. Little does everyone else know that it was THIS Robison that had the "N," and he actually SOLD the N for drug money when he was in Lisbon. On his mission and everything. 

 True fact.

Robison's Fate, part II

He made the right choice and edited my papers today. Excellent.

Although now he's gotten himself into a whole new world of trouble... ladies and gentlemen, the unwinnable level of hell known as "birdman."

Robison's Fate

Today he was requested to write both a letter of reccommendation for my college and correct my current college essays. The thing is, those essays must be edited before 3 tomorrow because of DEADLINES. Deadlines were invented by God- my dad would never invent such a thing... procrastinating was invented by him for a reason, you know?

Here was my email to him:

University of California Essays and How Haley is going to bug you about it

Dear Mr. Robison,

These are my UC essays. I need you to edit them for punctuation, tense, grammar, etc. Some time tomorrow before 3. If you don't, I will write another entry in my Satan blog about you. This week is Cthulhu's tentacles week in the glorious name of Saaattaaaaannnnn :D

Thank you,

Haley

Make your choice, Robison, the ball is in your court.