Yesterday at around 11 a.m. C.U.P.D. evacuated Sage Hall after a Cornell faculty member received a bomb threat via email.  The coppers spent 2 hours searching for the bomb.  (That's more than 4 episodes of Arrested Development, people.  Not exactly a small time commitment.)

The saddest part: that graduate students are calling in bomb threats.  My high school had bomb threats.  Have the graduate business students really gone so far backwards that they're calling in fake bomb threats to get out of a pop quiz?  Or maybe it was gym class.  I don't know.  I guess this teenage anxiety thing is too much to handle once you're no longer a teenager.  Man, they got so much other stuff to deal with also, like SATs and prom dates.  Boy, I bet they just can't wait till graduation so they can finally move away from this town.

Now, I might not be a bomb scare expert (I'm just a lieutenant in the bomb squad, folks), but I've long believed that making a bomb threat is kinda against the point of making a bomb.  It's like when that **** friend fakes like he's gonna punch you, just to see you flinch.  You're always gonna flinch.  And you always should.  And you'll always feel like a jackass immediately after.