"Hey, Three Times Dead Smith! What a loser..."

Well, Erin is awarded no points for correctly guessing the movie Elf (see, she was 36 brownie points in the hole for three incorrect guesses, but redeemed herself with the fourth try). It would seem that Kayleigh correctly guessed as well, but a tribunal has found that she had an insider tipping her off. She's gonna pay Martha Stewart-style. But that's neither here nor there, as this installment is a tribute to
Mr. Casey Meehan!
Yes, Mr. Meehan, one of the coolest dudes ever, beyond a shadow of a doubt. Meehan was me and Erin's Psychology teacher during my senior year and he made it an unforgettable odyssey into the human mind. Well, and an Intro to Juggling course, and Blackjack 101. He's also the founder of International Vest Day (May 28th, if you're wondering). There's so many stories I could regale you with, but I could never finish this entry if I recounted them all.
For instance, International Vest Day began after he wore a horrorific tiger print vest to Homecoming when he chaperoned, and he was defending his fashion sense to us the following Monday in class.
How about how he was training to be a Navy SEAL, and during one of their excercises, some poor sap DROWNED three times? I mean, the guy drowned, was revived, got back in the pool, drowned, got revived, put on his game face, drowned, got revived by weary rescue workers, and went, "No, man, I'm gonna do this!" and finally passed his staying-underwater-forever test! That's tenacity! Of course, he probably never heard the end of it... in the locker room, he's getting snapped with a towel, shouts of derision, "Hey, Three Times Dead Smith, how's it goin', man?"
Listen, the guy's so cool, he was in 'Nam while he was in the Navy. Well, he was in 'Nam in the early 90's, anyway. But still, how tough is that? Not very, when you consider that he had the tackiest earring ever in at that point in time, but he had to take 'er out so locals wouldn't ride by and rip it out of his ear to sell on the black market. Agh.
How about once when he was juggling in class, he tossed me sandbag ball to begin my own juggling with, but somehow ended up hitting me right in the groin? That was awesome... oh, wait, no it wasn't.
Here's a random episode that's etched in my memory: Tom Johnson (who sucks a ton, mind you) brought a cup of hot water and a bag of tea to Psych one day, and was making tea for himself, when I opened up with our typical friendly banter.

Ian: What are you doin' there, Tom?
Tom: What's it look like, idiot?
Ian: I meant, rather, what are you doing with tea in class?
Tom: (thwaps Ian in the face with a wet teabag) Ha!
Ian: Ahhhhhhhhhh, weak...
Meehan: What just happened here?
Ian: (disgusted) Uh, Tom just teabagged me, sir.
Meehan: (equally disgusted) Oh, man, you didn't have to say that... ugh...

Okay, so that was atrocious, but wacky, zany innocent mischief was always abounding in Meehan's class. Of course, that wasn't the only draw to Psych. I felt pretty close to Meehan, and I could be serious with the guy and lay it down straight and have a serious discussion with him as well. All around, the guy was totally one of the most righteous dudes I've ever had the pleasure of knowing. And Erin totally found his e-mail address today, so I'm entering into correspondance with him. Sweet!
So, count your lucky stars, folks, and your blessings as well. And give up three cheers for Casey Meehan! Thanks for stopping by.

Love, Ian

P.S. How psyched is Tim that Metal Gear Solid 3 is out now? The world... may never know.