apparently, the creators of south park have finally, really, killed off kenny. it's no ploy. it's no joke. kenny has been replaced by a character named butters. "they killed kenny," one of the more tiresome phrases to enter the cultural lexicon, can now be uttered with finality. (and now caroline can erase the kenny picture on her dry erase board). this once again proves that you can only rise from the dead so many times before you never rise again. but you can reach eternity in re-runs. in related errata, this sunday is easter. when jesus arose from his deep slumber. this friday is good friday. when jesus was crucified and entombed. this friday is also dance mix at michigan. an event which will hopefully trigger the death of the last of my pre-reality, post-collegiate fantasies.