'Just Rewards (2)'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
I think the Looniversity was still using the very sensible Dewey system.
Created by Melvil Dewey in 1876, which pretty much puts it under the "American Victorian librarians" development category. Either way, I never had trouble finding the Yeats crit.
How did it get to be 11:15?
That last one really peeved me and made me worry for his future as a doctor in the U.S. If a handful of cusswords rattle him so badly, there's no way he'd survive a full shift in an actual ER
JZ's experience as a "patient" reminded me of something that happened to my ER doc best friend back when she was either still a medical student or an intern at most. A real patient came into the emergency room complaining of burning or possibly discharge in her area. She was dressed...um...provocatively. Micro-mini, ginormous platform boots etc. My friend asked her, per standard procedure, "Are you sexually active?" The lady answered, "What you mean, 'sexually active?' I's a 'ho - does that count?"
There was also the old drunk guy who sang a song about her mighty & beautiful ass.
I's a 'ho - does that count?
NATLBSB.
How did it get to be 11:15?
If you figure this out, Cindy, let me know.
Susan, the Robeez site has been updated with new products. I thought these might be perfect for Annabel to wear to Mariners' games.
Too cute! DH thinks the pinstripes make them look too Yankee, but I disagree. And at the rate she's growing, she'll need new shoes early in baseball season. (She's threatening to go up a size in diapers now, with me less than a quarter of the way through the case I bought on my last Costco run. Grr.)
How did it get to be 11:15?
Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana.
I opened up a window and influenza.
I'm playing with the online tool for figuring out classifications. It shows subject breakdowns for things I never dreamt of. I'm having Evil Overlord levels of information lust. The world of knowledge is at my fingertips, and I know how to organize it all, bwah-ha-ha!
I understand that my passions are not normal. And I'm OK with that.
I just had a good meeting with one of my former professors. He's agreed to be my English advisor, which makes me very, very happy. Also, he LOVES the sounds of my big project and wants to make sure I get to do it as an independent study. He told me to e-mail him the paper. He'll read it. Then we'll decide which department should advise me on the project, and he'll hook me up with the best prof to advise it. He also gave me a recommendation for a psych advisor, which was great as well.