You’re cordially invited to hop into bed with Bwog for a few minutes, ignore our morning breath, and for the love of God, compliment our PJs already. Should you accept our invitation, read on. Should you reject it, please know that we’re very persistent and then re-evaluate your choice accordingly. Oh, and also, remember to keep us […]

Every morning until the end of finals, you’ll find Bwog in bed. Join us for a few minutes as we contemplate the damage done by yesterday’s procrastination, and sheepishly discard empty Cheeze-It boxes before our suitemates awake. Remember always: tips@bwog.com. Bwogline: In light of reports that New York City windows are shedding their steel bars, […]

Update, 12:33 pm: The event is well underway. There are indeed milk and cookies, but the atmosphere is less than convivial and certainly not conducive to munching. Fifty first-years huddle around a teacher, who said to the silent, scribbling students, “Okay, now construct a thesis to go along with these points.” Bwog knows how this sounds—but […]

It’s finals season—time to get serious. But not for these guys. Give Penis Pundit Matt Schantz a casual head nod and maybe decide to stay for a while as he crafts a masterful portrait of those Butler Archetypes who just can’t seem to stop dicking around.  They’ll come bearing a few muffled grunts, perhaps a […]

Bwog continues to carry its tradition of sticking up for things that everybody loves to hate. From New Jersey to the PE requirement, we make sure that no underdogs go unprotected. In our latest In Defense of…  feature, Molly Andrews highlights the value to calling it quits. Finals. That awful time of year when it feels […]

‘Tis the season for holiday cheer, tip-toeing around religious conventions, and finals, so huddle around the nearest heater (how is it still fifty degrees outside!?), fix yourself a cup of hot cocoa, and get studying, because December is here!

With December right around the corner (seriously, it’s like, what, an hour away?), it means one thing: winter isfinals are coming. As such, we figured it’s a good time to remind everyone of a couple things you might want to do as you’re straightening out your travel plans and working out your schedule for next […]

People said some funny stuff while they watched the Lunar Eclipse last night. One man, all within a minute, on Low Plaza: “The moon is bleeding! The moon is disguised as Mars. The moon is hiding from Venus.” More questions and observations from the 150-ish people gathered to watch the sky eat itself: (At 2:05 AM) “We’re […]

A Broadway view of Primal Scream: And click for a recording of a few brave souls who screamed in Butler 403: primalscream. Lest we forget a year ago right now: Good luck this week, friends! We can do it.

CUZ THERE AREN’T. ANY. Or in Butler. And no one is gonna let you forget it. Observe: Signs from left to right read: “This Room is in use!,” “DO NOT DISTURB!,” DO NOT TOUCH CHALKBOARD PLEASE,” “OCCUPIED!” and “TAKEN.”

We, oppressed Humanities students, have discovered, through our weeks of crazed paper-writing, that Microsoft Word doesn’t know anything about anything. If “precolonial” isn’t a real word according to our computers, college is a lie. Here are some words Bwog was punished with that red squiggly line for writing recently. Add your own in the comments. […]

We’ve got you covered! Good luck, sophomores and anyone else fortunate enough to take the CC final today!

Everyone and their mother has a final (or three) tomorrow, and we’re all hanging out in Strugglesville tonight. We’ve seen a lot of people do some silly stuff in Butler this week, and discovered these two blogs of Columbians sleeping in funny positions instead of studying. Leave your own overseens in the comments. Guy walking […]

The Marching Band really wants you to go to Orgo Night, so they made this promo:

There are NO FUCKING SEATS IN BUTLER. Stay in bed. Don’t come here. We should mention that there are other libraries, they just don’t stay open at night when you need to them to be.