You know they don't have to dig everything you do, right, vw? I mean, we're bitches, we expect a certain amount of adulation, but, you know...some mortals don't get our Bitchly fabulous. If he wasn't a mentor, I'd say "Fuck him." but I know what it's like to really want somebody's good opinion. But you don't NEED it, sweetie. Irony, table for one.
'Hell Bound'
Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath
[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.
The sweater I just bought from Overstock.com smells funny. At least I'm hoping it's the sweater.
If he wasn't a mentor, I'd say "Fuck him." but I know what it's like to really want somebody's good opinion
No, don't "fuck him", vw. Even if he weren't a mentor, he's a teacher, and not by your lights a bad one. Don't let him slay you. Make the criticisms constructive.
What's it made out of, Lee? I find silk knit smells funny when new.
What's it made out of, Lee? I find silk knit smells funny when new.
Cashmere, but it's a special thin knit.
Also, I am such a short timer here. I couldn't answer ita's question, so I stripped my sweater off to look. At least I looked to make sure the door was completely closed first.
Yeah, of course, ita is right.If you can learn something from his criticism, definitely do that. Just don't let it make you feel worse about...your humanity, or anything. Because that lasts longer than a B-.
Christopher and I just ate Fluffernutters for lunch. This may have been the first time in about 30 that I've eaten a Fluffernutter (unless I've made them for Ben or Julia before, and have since forgotten--we did have Pink Marshmallow Fluff for her once--I think it was strawberry flavored). It was too sweet, but nostalgia tastes good, every once in a while.
I had to look up Fluffernutter. I had missed that combination altogether. My mother used to make us graham cracker and Hippolyte sandwiches, Hippolyte being the brand of marshmallow fluff she grew up with. Graham crackers and marshmallow fluff is on my comfort food list.
Christopher and I just ate Fluffernutters for lunch.
Oh, yum. We used to have Fluff and peanut butter on Ritz crackers on Sundays after church, with soup. Now I want some.
Two night-terror-free nights in a row! Woot!
Yay!
vw, everyone here is wise. You know you're working hard. You deserve all kinds of credit for finishing the incomplete in the first place. Be proud of yourself! {{{bug}}}
Wow, Ginger. I didn't think anyone escaped the Fluffernutter commercial (from the 70s). All I remember of it is them singing, "Marshmallow fluff, and lots of peanut butter," in, what I guess was the answer to the question, how do you make a fluffernutter.
Graham crackers and marshmallow fluff is on my comfort food list.Now I want a s'more. A real one. Not a Pop Tart one (which I don't like).
HippolyteI have to google this (I realize it's marshmallow fluff, but I'm surprised I've never heard it mentioned).
vw, maybe it's just the mindset that brought me to academia in the first place, but I'd rather have a professor I respect tell me that my work was good, but could be better if I had done A, B, or C, than have one just return the paper with the word "Excellent!" scrawled on it. Because the first professor is demonstrating respect for you and your work, and showing you that he cares.