Notes from the Underground 9/12/25

For the humidity of this city has been an unforgiving foe, but the smell of brimstone in air makes the Underground feel right back at home.

Shingles is BACK baby, back to chirping away like the cricket in the basement of Bagen. Shingles also hopes that your semester is bright like the blinding bulbs beneath Old Main. Speaking again about basements, Shingles is relieved to be able to stretch out; it was getting rather cramped in your mom’s basement. 

In light of recent events, Shingles would like to ask, is this going to ruin the tour? Shingles would also like to ask whether or not that counted as being “proven wrong” or not?

After summer vacation, coming back into the underground, our upstairs neighbors (such ungrateful ones) left us a big ol’ spill on the desks. It was quite sticky so we had tasted it, it ended up being spilled kool-aid, we think. Or maybe it was flavor-aid?

Recently, Canisius has undergone new paint coverings on random areas of walls, covering what? Who knows. 

The ghost of Old Main four has been spotted getting jiggy with it under a flickering light near the stairwell. A team of unnamed Underground employees will be sent to investigate this paranormal activity and report back.

There is a rumor going around that the hockey team needs to count their days… XOXO, Mandy’s biggest fan. Shingles is offering its hands in case they run out of fingers to count on.

The Underground would like to tap into our philosophical side and ask if Stoute is now an honorary “clanker” (as the kids say) because of how much he wears those godforsaken Meta glasses?