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This week in completely made up horoscopes

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[fruitful_tab title=”Aries 3/21-4/19″] The stars foresee a large number of leftovers in your near future. Maybe you could hook us up with some mashed potatoes. [/fruitful_tab]

[fruitful_tab title=”Taurus 4/20-5/20″] Remember Taurus, it’s never too late or too early to take a nap. [/fruitful_tab]

[fruitful_tab title=”Gemini 5/21-6/20″] Happy Thanksgiving, Gemini. Pull out the stretchy pants — we’re eating a WEIRD amount of green bean casserole. [/fruitful_tab]

[fruitful_tab title=”Cancer 6/21-7/22″] Can no one see what is happening here… I guess that’s fine given the current brain activity used elsewhere. [/fruitful_tab]

[fruitful_tab title=”Leo 7/23-8/22″] Pikachu or Eevee. Decisions, decisions… [/fruitful_tab]

[fruitful_tab title=”Virgo 8/23-9/22″] Your procrastination is gettin’ preeetty intense, Virgo. You should probably do something about that. At some point. Whenever you get around to it. Or not. Whatever. [/fruitful_tab]

[fruitful_tab title=”Libra 9/23-10/22″] The stars say your Thanksgiving dinner should be the food equivalent of ‘go big or go home.’ [/fruitful_tab]

[fruitful_tab title=”Scorpio 10/23-11/21″] You really should buy the stars a new computer, Scorpio. We do a lot for you. [/fruitful_tab]

[fruitful_tab title=”Sagittarius 11/22-12/21″] Hey Sagittarius, your mom keeps calling us and asking for your Christmas list. You really need to start working on that. [/fruitful_tab]

[fruitful_tab title=”Capricorn 12/22-1/19″] Dead week is upon us… the due date for all the work you’ve put off since Week 1 is approaching… yeah, you’re on your own. [/fruitful_tab]

[fruitful_tab title=”Aquarius 1/20-2/18″] Now comes the biggest decision of your life Aquarius: do you fill your plate up for 3rds of mash potatoes and gravy, or save room for the eventual pie? [/fruitful_tab]

[fruitful_tab title=”Pisces 2/19-3/20″] Ahh, end of term. Time to make a second home in the library. [/fruitful_tab]
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Humor: Night of the living dead mascots

Lake Larsen | Sports Editor

Western has never been good at commitment. In the 156 year history of the school, Western has been called by six different names. While the name changes actually represented the changes in the school’s curriculum, Western’s changes in other areas show an attempt to try to be “hip” and “cool.”

These were the changes of the mascot on campus. But calling these creatures “mascots” is kind of a disgrace to the term, as Western’s previous attempts at a mascot can best be described as terrifying and hellacious.

Prior to 1980, the only thing resembling a mascot was a stuffed wolf with terrifying fangs. Typically a mascot is cute, fun or strong. Instead, the students at Oregon College of Education were represented by a hellhound that would more likely be seen tearing the face off a child than cheering on a sports team.

In 1981 Western Oregon State College attempted a real mascot. Emphasis on the term “attempted.” The head of the beast named Waldo was made from paper maché and the lost soul of a demon. His body looked closer to a cross between a gorilla and freakishly large dog. Thanks for the nightmares, WOSC.

1987 to 1991 saw the best mascot ever to bequeath the campus in Monmouth. It was a real live Alaskan Malamute. He had two different colored eyes, a gorgeous coat of fur, and, while I didn’t personally know him, can only assume he was the goodest boy.

1988 was the return of nightmare fuel on the WOSC campus. The next version of Waldo looked more cuddly than before and actually had a cute face with light grey fur. However, don’t look too closely into the eyes of this demon in disguise. His eyes are as black as the void and probably are home to the students of past years that never made it out of finals week with their sanity.

1994 took a turn for WOSC and instead of designing the mascot after the embodiment of fear, they went for pure stupidity. Waldo 3.0 had an enormous snout with a foot long tongue hanging out of the side of its mouth. Looking at the bright red, floppy tongue only brings up one question: “why?”

1999 brought home a mascot that honestly wasn’t awful. This new wolf was still roaming around the campus nearly 20 years later.

However, by 2015 Wolfie had definitely seen better days. His fur looked closer to a shag carpet that had been worn out for years. His eyes were matted over and were as dead as every student in an 8 a.m. class.

2016 was the birth of the current Wolfie. This Wolfie is actually cute, not terrifying. Strong, not stupid. Fun, not horrifying. So, I guess, thank you Wolfie for actually being normal and not a demon or a dunce.

 

Contact the author at llarsen13@mail.wou.edu

Photo courtesy of Denise Visuaño

Rick and Morty fan becomes “Meme Singularity”

Darien Campo | Designer

This weekend, a fan of the popular Adult Swim show “Rick and Morty” achieved a perfect state of condensed internet humor, which scientists refer to as a “Meme Singularity.”

The event occurred on Oct. 7, at a Portland McDonald’s. The popular fast-food chain was holding a special giveaway of its much sought-after Szechuan dipping sauce to tie-in with the adult cartoon.

20-year-old Western student Hunter Bryant had been waiting in line all day for the sweet sauce packet, but was disappointed to find that stock had run out by the time he had reached the front counter.

“They were all out,” a bystander told us. “So many people came for a chance to get the sauce, but there wasn’t enough for everyone.”

“I could instantly tell he was one of the crazy ones,” McDonald’s manager Tyler Blankenship said, “He had on a Rick and Morty t-shirt, Rick and Morty cap and various rage face stickers on the back of his phone – which had been playing ‘Get Schwifty’ all day.”

“They told him they were out and he just, like, lost it,” added the bystander. “He jumped on the counter and just started yelling ‘ffffffuuuu! Gimme my Szechuan sauce! I want my sauce!’ You know, just like, crazy.”

Blankenship continued, “He pulled his shirt off and started writhing on the ground, shrieking ‘I’m Pickle Rick! I’m Pickle Rick, gimme my sauce! Wubba lubba dub dub!’”

What happened next was a shock to everyone.

“It’s called a Meme Singularity,” we were told by internet scientist Tim Cailiau. “It’s a pure mass of referential matter and image macros condensed down to a single, perfect particle that absorbs pure pop culture. This pulsating particle is denser than any other object in the known universe. It’s actually quite dangerous; we will probably all die under its unstoppable power.”

McDonald’s customers looked on as Bryant ascended to a new state of internet humor in an explosion of brilliant, white light.

“We’ve theorized about Meme Singularities for years,” Cailiau continued. “But never did we think such a beautiful and rare phenomenon could happen right here on Earth.”

Scientists are excited to study the new, perfect lifeform as it expands and contracts – absorbing all the most current references it can gather. Research will continue until the condensed super-particle eventually swallows our entire planet and kills us all.

The Meme Singularity was last seen floating high above the Earth, where it communicates only in the Impact typeface.

 

Contact the author before the world ends at dcampo13@wou.edu