No matter if your quarters are nestled deep within the shaft of McBain, or if your pad flies high in the penthouses of EC or Sulz, your bedroom and its contents are sacred. Every technological gizmo, throw pillow, and Scarface poster has been plugged in, consciously tossed, or hung meticulously, with merciless self-disclosure and the […]

Two maybe 8-year-old kids near Washington Square: “I have more cell phones than you!” “I have more cell phones than your mom!”

Get yourself down to the vending machine in Lerner right by the entrance to the Party Space and you, too, can swipe an iPod shuffle. Only three left, though, so hurry.

Working in a Butler computer lab, Bwog’s computer was ambushed by an announcement THAT EMERGED FROM WITHIN THE COMPUTER proclaiming “this PC will run an update at 3:00 AM” Those campaigns for free wireless are starting remind Bwog of that genius give-guns-to-Osama-Bin-Laden-to-fight-the-Soviets idea. Find other instances of cyber-dominance (har har) here; documentary evidence of the […]

    In the East Sky lounge of the Broadway dormitory a keen observer will find exposed wires protected by the pen-written text, “Tampering will knock out AC/Heat.” Violations will result in electrocution and a slap on the wrist.

– After placing an order on Campusfood, a voice started talking and thanking me. The speaker was female, and sounded terrifyingly like Skynet. Combine that with killer-omniscient washing machines, and giving life to an online entity named “the Bwog” seems a little reckless. – Why don’t vending machines — EXCEPT for the soda machine next […]

Girl to Boy: “Craigslist? What’s that, a monster?” No, but the internet can be a scary place.