The Thing FlyHunniez Hate: The Paul Bunyan Room

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We, as a collective, do not support disliking things, 

but here is an exception: 

The Paul Bunyan Room in the Memorial Union at Wisconsin.

This is the worst room in the history of time.

There have been several meetings for a committee we are all on here, and it sucks.

The temperature in here is comparable to the center of the earth, 

the murals are baffling and overwhelming, 

and the layout is terrible for any kind of group discussion.

Here's an example of the wall decor:

There is also a fish-cat thing. I don't know either.

We need to get out of this room.

Bagels

No need for me to join eHarmony anytime soon, as long as I have bagels in my life, I have plenty of love and warmth and carbs.

I've always had a spot in my heart for baked goods but never realized my infatuation for bagels until I went to Einstein Bros. Bagels for the first time. I mean, there are a near infinite amount of combinations for bagel and schmear choices and they toast your bagel, how could you go wrong?! Some favorites of mine: blueberry bagel/honey almond schmear, good grains bagel/blueberry schmear, and, a reccommendation by ZoidBerg, potato bagel/tomato basil schmear.


I know, I know. Nationwide chain. "What about those little Ma and Pop stores, D. Bade,what are you, are an unpatriotic heathen?
Simple answer: uh-huh.
Einstein is the closest bagel supplier to me. I'm sure there are other bagels worthy of a home in my tummy from homegrown shops, but until I accidentally go to one or someone gives me a good bagel tip, I will continue to blindly follow the Einstein Bros.
Maybe even drink their Kool-Aid.
Or rather, eat their Kool-Aid bagel with cyanide schmear.

At some point Sir Cross talks about bagels (squagels, actually).
Listen to him, he's godly.