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.
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.
I think that dress would look wonderful on you, Emily.
t whirls into thread
I admit I skipped a little over 500 messages.
Most nights when I get home (cause yay, been working!) and threadsuck the day's messages, I get done reading them just in time for me to go to bed. So I figure I can either read everything or I can skippy skim and participate, not both.
It was pretty awful.
((Nora)) I am so sorry that you had to go through that. Being crazy in love, happily married and buying a house should make your friends happy for you. Even if they don't have these things, and want them, for themselves right now. Certainly no reason to berate you in the street. Go you on your oh so righteous anger.
Hee. I did come across a spellchecker once that wanted to change my name to "Wailing Haitians".
I worked for a woman named Cyndi. It wanted to change it to cyanide. Word = smrt.
I think what I am going to do, though, is go see him during office hours tomorrow with a list of what I'm missing (and new copies in case he's lost them). Hopefully, he'll be able to take a look at them and get them back to me by the end of the week or so...
Good luck, vw!
To me Bitches is far more personal and uncensored than Natter. I will talk about things in Bitches that I wouldn't be as comfortable talking about in Natter. Also, the more graphic language.
Natter is Natter, and Bitches is Bitches. Definitely. Yes. That.
Or, you know, what Cindy said.
Fortunately, I'm the one going to be a teacher. Mwahahaha.
This is a Good and Right thing, Emily.
Happy Birthday Eddie.
