Hi, hello, how are you all?
Back from a day in the salt mines, where I am irritated with Jack London, and halfway wanting to tell my kids "Listen to how racist London is! Poor White Fang -- he should have stayed in the wild and away from ALL the human! Boo, hiss, civilization! This theme is not all it's crakced up to be!"
I am too subversive for books featuring the "CIVILIZATION AND LOVE WILL SAVE YOU" theme.
Or maybe I'm just cranky.
But it's sunny here, and that's great, and my students have started to ask personal questions, which I find bizarrely reassuring ("Do you have a boyfriend? Are you engaged? Do you date?" to which I want to answer "I don't date because guys are stupid. but, no, I'm not a lesbian, and yeah, geeky girls in glasses do get laid, sometimes, so don't worry about being a grown-up, yo.")
Ok...poem due tomorrow is written. May need some more revisions, but it's at least a draft (all that's required).
Critical response rough draft is written. Not great, but it's a draft. I'll come back to it and revise it later after I get some comments back.
Two poems returned to me last week have been revised. I can turn them in tomorrow as final copies.
Now I guess I have to write my paper for my incomplete. No more procrastinating with actual work.
But the relief of having it done, vw, will be almost orgasmic.
"Listen to how racist London is! Poor White Fang -- he should have stayed in the wild and away from ALL the human! Boo, hiss, civilization! This theme is not all it's crakced up to be!"
Heh.
"I don't date because guys are stupid. but, no, I'm not a lesbian, and yeah, geeky girls in glasses do get laid, sometimes, so don't worry about being a grown-up, yo."
And more, Heh. Uncensored Erin is a premium cable show I'd pay for.
Damn, teppy. Cindy's right. Those are some unnaturally pretty people. My gene pool just ain't that deep.
Went to our first Romper Room today. Owen held up pretty well considering he wouldn't nap before hand. He was so tuckered out by the playing that he didn't even wake up when I took him out of his car seat, slipped off his jacket and put him down in his crib.
The story of the casting offices with Dean Cain and David Boreanaz remind me of that scene in Working Girl where Harrison Ford inspires the standing ovation while changing his shirt. I'd break out in applause if I saw those guys walk by my cubicle.
I need to be hunting down Perl tips, but instead I'm obsessed with this Skittles site. So far I've got some version of Aquagirl reading Edna St. Vincent Millay (although apparently SkittlesPeople won't say the word "breast") and a lizardwoman doing some lines from Hudson Hawk.
Damn, teppy. Cindy's right. Those are some unnaturally pretty people. My gene pool just ain't that deep.
The rest of the family consoles ourselves by pretending that we are much smarter than they are. And we drink.
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Am I currently drunk, or is Emily's post making some kind of sense that's....not?
The rest of the family consoles ourselves by pretending that we are much smarter than they are. And we drink
Heh. That's what I did to get through high school! It worked pretty well, I think.
Uncensored Erin is a premium cable show I'd pay for.
I probably uncensor myself in class more than I should. I tend to forget that people are more easily shocked than they are, and I let slip yesterday that I have two tats and that I accidently caused a riot in London once in class yesterday. The kids asked more. I told 'em the tats were on my back, NO, they couldn't see them, and that the riot was because I was young and careless and no, I wouldn't tell them that story.
My mentor teacher looked a little shocked, but damn, I get caught up in tangents and forget the age of my audience sometimes.
