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man 'DM “The Edwards Ledger Drawings: Folk Art by Arapaho Warriors," is on display in room 305 of Love Library. Comedy Continued from Page 9 someone’s life is accepting the proc ess and making a little change. So I use the characters that we all grew up with.” The change for McCollum is also a conflict of fantasy versus reality. According to him, that is a major attraction for the audience because it gives them something they could see themselves doing. “I think the thing that people enjoy most is the conflict of enjoying the fantasy characters but living in a real world,” McCollum said. “It’s a real fine line between being a little bored and look ing at life as a mundane process and just making a little change and having it be OK.” Although McCollum hasn’t become bored with traveling the comedy cir cuit, he insists it isn’t going to be the end of the road for him. He would like to make an album and put his cartoon voices to real rock music. This would allow him to try several media. “It would bring the characters from the ’40s into the ’90s and give them an edge,” McCollum said. “And it wouldn’t be just a cartoon, it would be a video, so it would get on MTV. Plus it would play on the radio with out being seen, so you’d have the double media blitz. “People know when they hear me they’re going to get a show. Il’s not just me and the microphone, it’s a show. I’m an entertainer.” Tickets for tonight’s and Wednes day’s shows are $10 and arc available at the door. Rumors of senior blow-off a myth Final semester no cakewalk Everyone hopes his or her final semester at the University of Ncbraska Lincoln will be the pinnacle of Di onysian excess, a perpetual drunk fest. Well kids, I feel amoral impera tive to tell you it just isn’t so, that the myth of the senior blow-off is just that — a myth. As a senior graduating in Decem ber, I speak from the trenches of experience. One day last month was all too typical. I stopped instinctively slamming the snooze button about 7:30 and skated across the icy concrete floor of our basement apartment. I roused enough energy to crank the coffee pot on before heading out side to begin the sacred windshield scraping ritual, an ancient rite passed on from our ancestors, who were also insane enough to live in this kind of weather. Admittedly, I was one of the 3 million or so morons who purchased a commuter parking permit from campus police. Of course, by about 7:00 each morning, the lots were filled, so I stood no chance of finding a parking space. Since I can’t bear walking all that distance, I drove the two blocks from my house to 33rd Street, parked somewhere in the vicinity and began my trek on foot. When 1 reached my composition class, most of my major appendages looked like they’d just been through a decade of cryogenics. The weather had proven loo formidable a foe for most students, who opted to skip. Dismayed by this lack of scholarly devotion, the instructor launched into a moral tirade on every subject from Big Bird to TV to the ancient martial art of tai chi. Slobber ran down the chins of the sleeping students while the others brooded dejectedly. After class, I fell the cozy confines of Love Library calling me. But as I tried to check out a book, 1 was stalled at the circulation desk. “I’m sorry,” the librarian said in a voice of seeth ing condescension, “but you have exceeded your fine limit and we are forced to decline this transaction.” “Well,” I whined, “if that’s like a credit card limit, maybe I could get it raised?” “It is not.” “Okay,” I dared, “How much is the Fine?” “$374.” • “$374! For what?,” I asked. “Our records indicate ybu checked out Shakespeare’s first folio on the 23rd and returned it on the 24th.” John Skretta I remembered checking it out to read “Macbeth.” “The binding was damaged,” he snipped. “It’s 370 years old. It was practi cally falling apart in my hands before I duct-taped it up,” I explained. “That’s precisely the damage we’re referring to.” “Oh” “If you’d like, I could hold this novel until which time you could pay the full cost of...” “I can pay the fine, pal,” I told him. “What do you think, I’m just some groveling, indigent undergradu ate who doesn’t have a dime to his name?” I didn’t wait around for his re sponse but ran directly to our student union, where I called my rich parents in Connecticut. Though their funds arc usually lied up in home improvement projects, Mom gladly wired me the cash.I re lumed to the library and wailed in line to confront the man who had so coolly turned me out. “I’m here to pay my fine, Bucko,” I said in my best Richie Cunningham bravado. “I’m sorry,” he grinned, “but this monitor is not set up to handle mone tary transactions.” As you might imagine, by the time I at last paid the fine, I was ready to host a book-burning and library-loot mg test that would nave put i-iiuer s SS to shame. I decided what I needed was a nice, hot lunch in a relaxed atmosphere. Unfortunately, driven by some fatalistic impulse, I headed to the Union. After a lunch of lukewarm spa ghetti, I slid my way home just in time to receive a phone call from the College of Arts and Sciences. “Is there a Mr. John Scareeeta residing at this number?,” a com puter-generated monotone asked. “Yeah, it’s me.” “Mr. Scareeeta, you are scheduled to graduate this December, correct?” “That’s right,” I said. “And Mr. Scareeeta, you are work ing on a senior thesis, correct?” “That’s right.” “The deadline for submission of senior thesis material is this Friday.” “What?!I demanded. “I was told it was next month! Are you out of your mind?” “This is a recording, number 00644. Message will repeat,” the machine said. “No way,” I thought to myself. “Is there a Mr. John Scareeeta residing at this residence?....” You can imagine my terror ana panic. I hastily began throwing to gether a thesis on “Being and Becom ing in Relation to Sartre’s Nausea,” which, incidentally, was just how I was feeling. Unfortunately, I had to go to the massive retail store where I am employed. The commercial Christ mas shopping season is well under way, trust me. When I finally returned home that night, 1 was firmly convinced the rite (or right) of “senior slough-off’ is nothing more than a pipe dream, the lore of legends long since graduated from UNL’s harrowing halls. The only consolation I found was in the words of my idol and inspira tion Woody Allen, who once remarked after a particularly tough day, “I need a Valium the size of a hockey puck.” Skretta is a senior English major and Daily Nebraskan A&E Columnist celebrates Christmas in the Union today! Christmas in November? Stop in the Union and see for yourself. Represen tatives from Apple are in the Union today demonstrating the new com puter products Apple Macintosh has to offer UNL this holiday season. Discover the amazing conve I nience of the portable Powerbook computers and the increased speed and memory of the Classic II personal computers. These new Macintosh products and many more are on display today at the Apple fair in the Union. In the spirit of Christmas, Apple will be giving away free gifts to many of the students and faculty stopping by the festivities. Don't miss this chance to experience the new technology of Macintosh and receive free gifts from Apple. After all, Christmas only comestwice this year! r For more information contact: ^ The CRC Computer Shop University Bookstore Lower Level Nebraska Union <K> y Hours:8am-5pm j , . The power to be your best at UNL. 1. “Backdraft’ 1. “The Godfather HT 2. “Silence of the Lambs" 2. “Madonna: Truth or Dare’ 3. “Robin Hood: Prince of 3. “Dances With Wolves" Thieves" 4. “The Doors" 4. “Mortal Thoughts" 5. “One Good Cop" 5. “What About Bob" 6. 'The Hard Way" 6. "V I. Warshawski" 7. “Switch" 7. “Guilty by Suspicion" 8. "A Kiss Before Dying" 8. “Fantasia" ' #. “Silence of the Lambs" 9. “Class Action" 10. "Awakenings” 10. “The Doors" Recent and requested: ‘Defending Your Life" Rising quickly: “Class Acton” ■ Courtesy of Blockbuster Video ■ Billboard Magazine Videos Continued from Page 9 Hawk” was attacked as the worst movie since “Ishtar." (Available today) “A Rage in Harlem” (R) Based on a novel by writer Chester Himes, this story takes place in 1956 and follows the route of a gold shipment in Harlem. Robin Givens (“Head of the Class”) plays a Southern seductress who has the gold. Several men vie for her attentions and her money, including the timid Forest Whitaker (“Bird”). Also scheming for the loot are a street-wise con artist (Gregory Hines) and a David Baddart/DN ^angsterjplaycd by Danny Glover (“Lethal Billed as a comedy with elements of drama and action, “A Rage in Harlem” is helped by a few performances. (Available today) “Out for Justice” (R) If it’s got a three word title, there’s a good chance it’s a Steven Seagal movie. Not suiprisingly, Seagal is a cop on a . mission of revenge. He's looking to get even with the bad guy that— you guessed it — murdered his partner. “Out for Justice” contains the usual martial arts scenes that accompany Seagal ’ s films. (Available today.)