By the time this column goes to press, it will be Nov. 9. Which means mid-November. Which means the end of the semester. Which means panic, fear and loathing.

Homecoming? What? Maybe someone out there has time to worry about which pair of popular, athletic action figures will win the right to flash their picture-perfect smiles from atop a Homecoming float. But not me - there are papers to be written, books to be read and articles and datasets and analyses all clamoring for attention. I'm too busy to think or eat, let alone give 10 seconds to Wildcat spirit. In fact, I'm too busy to be writing this column.