It Gave Us the Terrabyte, It Gave Us 117

School starts for the men on Monday. It will be a good thing. We're getting school bags packed and everything staged, arranged and readified. Sam got an assignment in the mail--to make a paper bag puppet, which he is supposed to use to talk about himself to his new class. This sounds cute now, but what will he do when he goes to job interviews in 15 years? Pull out a tattered lunchbag with googly eyes and pipe cleaners barely clinging on after repeated repairs?