Happy Birthday, Eddie.

If Nilly were here, she's say something like: you should add it to the Birthday Calendar. Nilly "Sunnydale Press" Sep 18, 2002 2:52:07 am PDT

Oh, P-C, thank you. Today was a kind of low day. I needed that. Now I'm off to the birthday party of the most attitudenous four year old I know. Since I do not have to parent her, she's my hero.

Au contraire, Narrataire. It is I who honored the sacred timeslot. J'accuse.

(This would be so much better if I'd had even a semester of French, in high school.)

We had the same amount of French in high school. I'd respond in Spanish, which I did take, iffn I could remember any of it.

Natter is our coffee shop. Bitches is our slumber party. Or maybe not. Okay. It is an atmosphere thing. Natter is like a big party, and Bitches is more like an after-party. Or maybe not. Okay. Natter is where Buffistas get together to talk about anything. Bitches is where Buffistas get together to talk about everything. Or maybe not. Natter is Natter, and Bitches is Bitches. Definitely. Yes. That.

Well, that clarifies it nicely. Thanks.

Thank you, Hec. It was just... I find it hard to have arguments like this, where one person is leaving no possibility for another person's opinion. Like, why are we bothering talking about it, if you're so goddamn certain you're right? Now that I think about it, I wish we could have corralled one of the men at the party into the conversation. Mind you, some kids do just fine sitting still and being quiet, because they can entertain themselves in their own heads. But a lot of these kids are inherently social and highly active -- we need to come up with a good way to occupy their time and stimulate their intellect, not get them to mark time like little worker drones. But she was giving me the most recent installment of "school isn't supposed to be fun!"

Also, she wasn't getting the connection I was trying to make about trust and responsibility. She seems to go with the old-school "treat them like children and punish them like adults" policy, which to me seems disastrous and deeply unfair.

Fortunately, I'm the one going to be a teacher. Mwahahaha.

Oh, P-C, thank you. Today was a kind of low day. I needed that.

Oh, {{Cindy}} then. I'm glad it came at just the right time. Hope your day gets better.

I'd respond in Spanish, which I did take, iffn I could remember any of it.

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I'll just leave those up as my quest to remember the ASCII code for the upside-down exclamation point so I could do Ay caramba! properly.

Happy birthday Eddie!

Dept. of Random:

Emmett just assembled his Going To Children's Fairyland outfit: Little League shirt over the vest from his wedding tux; jeans; black bandanna on his head, topped with a furry top hat given to him by his godsister on Mardi Gras. There may possibly be a piratical eyepatch added later on.

As he was putting it together, he sang the following song, inspired by a BTVS-themed fake driver's license for Spike that Cindy sent him long ago and which is one of his greatest treasures:

Everybody's ni-ice to-oo Mister Spi-ike
Everybody likes me 'cause I'm Mister Spi-ike
Everybody's happy liking Mister 'Spi-ike

That's a lovely snapshot, JZ.

Emily's friend and Nora's friend should hang out together. I'm sure they'd find plenty to talk about in their wrongheadedness.

This dress should not look good. But it does. Freaky.

Emmett is just so... neat.

Hey, it's Emily! I just talked to you on the phone and now you're here! Spooky.