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Someone gave me a great suggestion - delete words like pubic from your Word dictionary, so it will never substitute them and if they find their way into your document, it'll call them out.

I always use metaphors to teach stuff that people aren't getting when I describe them literally.

This works for me conceptually. (But not for things like physical motion.) Actually I have a whole treasure-hoard of metaphors to explain things I cannot actually explain without metaphor. Basically, 80% of my science is metaphorical.

It's a metaphor world.

My solution to my pivot problem was to say fuck it. I explained pivoting, I demonstrated pivoting, but I didn't correct non-pivoters. And I won't, for the rest of the week. There are 17 level 1 classes a week. They have 14 chances to get pivoting explained to them a new way.

Meanwhile, I need to let it go a bit. Next week, we'll be back on the pivot train ("Make sure your weight is on the ball of your foot when you turn your ankle out -- like crushing a cigarette into the ground.")

Before pivoting, it was fighting stance that was driving me bonkers. But I found a key (or three) to that, so I never had to face this frustration.

eta: About 24 -- I love the moment during that first call when Jack must have realised he's never tapping that ass again. Just as well, since I think he's transferred his true devotion to Paul. Catfight!

About 24 --

Bwah! It's funny 'cause it's true!

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ita, I had the same 24 thought. Scott and I both said, "Say goodbye to that, Jack." Jack knows it, too. He let some desperation creep through.

I had a big moment of happiness when Tony, Michelle and Jack were all together. And then, when Michelle called Chloe in, it was even better. Although Edgar is Chloe without the, and I never thought I'd say this, without the looks.

Frank, I can't for the life of me figure out why Dinah (who is Shorei?) was so stupid as to try to shoot Marwan. I'm thinking we have a bunch of soap opera watchers here, or at least former ones, because everyone wondered the same thing I did, about Dinah not really being dead, because she died off screen. It did feel like she was really saying goodbye to Behrooz permanently, though.

Does anyone else find themselves singing, Behrooz Behrooz Behrooz is on fire. We don't need no water... when Behrooz is on the screen?

It's probably just me.

Did you all watch the previews for next week's 24.

What the heck does Marwan want Behrooz for, anyhow. He was going to have him killed. It seems like a waste of Marwan's time to seek vengeance in the middle of his plan. I would think he would be more focused than that. Other than wanting to make sure Behrooz didn't know too much, or didn't have even more of an opportunity to sing to CTU, the only thing I can think is that he's pulling an Angelus (a la Becoming) and making CTU do the exchange, to distract them from his other nefarious schemes.

Did you all watch the previews for next week's 24.

Cindy, see my post from last night - I asked the very same thing. Maybe Marwan has fallen in love with Jack's velvety whisper, too?

Yes, I saw it. That's why I mentioned it. It made no sense (from her POV, that is. I'm not judging the storyline yet). Jack should have told her before, to shoot him in the arm, or whatever, if something like that happened.

Timelies,

I felt wonderful when I first woke up this morning and assumed I must have gotten over my cold during the night.

Then I stood up.

If this first 20 minutes is any indication, it's going to be a carry a box of kleenex with me everywhere sort of day punctuated with the occaisional coughing up of a lung.

At least I don't have to go to work. I requested the day off in anticipation of getting to bed late last night after dinner with Buffistas and then hanging out with a friend of mine who's home on leave from Iraq and some of other friends. Obviously, the former didn't work out and the latter is looking like it's going to be me sitting in the corner with my kleenex while I warn everyone to stay back.