( continues...) I'll refer to her as, um, River. Right, so River's standing next to my desk first thing in the morning, having been telling me about something or other, and most of the other kids in the room are busy putting bags away or chatting about kid stuff and oblivious, and then one of my fellow Year 3 teachers pops into the room and asks if I've photocopied such-and-such a thing yet, and I slap my forehead and say "Shit! Sorry, sorry, I forgot - I'll get it to you this morning, I promise." And I turn to my left and find River gaping at me. But gaping in an I'm-really-bright-and-quite-the-thespian-and- this-is-an-excellent-moment-to-look-gobsmacked-because-YOU-JUST-SWORE!!!! kind of way. And I looked at her, and just cracked up, because I'm sure her Mum (fabulous lady, Scottish, very shouty and of the opinion that my Evil Boss is a total and utter twat, but that I'm a good teacher and have done right by her child) must occasionally swear within her hearing, and River's sufficiently grown up (and 1st Language English) that I pretty much always talk to her like a peer. Um. So I just dissolved into apologetic giggles, and she arched her eyebrow disapprovingly at me, and I apologised for not being a better role model, and we returned to the subject at hand.

P-C, loved the phone message. How does one make an LJ phone message, then? 'Cause now I want to do it.

Hec, not to be too intrusive, but can I ask who it is that died? Only I have some overlap with RL met-via-the-net acquaintances with Jim E-T, but they're folks I've lost track of & I've no idea if they're on LJ now. I'm sure he knows gazillions of people and it's likely not someone I know, but I'm a smidgen concerned now.

eta Damn, knew there was something else - congrats, amych!!!

I get a geekly frisson from thinking that had we not been trying to co-write Wesley/Lex duelling porn, you might not have gone into Research Mode and got involved in the fencing thing at that particular time, and thus might not now be all loved up and married and stuff! It's like actually seeing the metamorphosis of one of the butterflies that go ont to contribute to the creation of a hurricane somewhere. Kind of. Or something.

P-C, loved the phone message. How does one make an LJ phone message, then? 'Cause now I want to do it.

The FAQ explains here. All the numbers are American, though.

Older folk are more likely to have a problem with profanity.

My parents, who will be 69 this year, have spoiled me rotten for other adults.

I've been tempted to wash my mother's mouth out with soap from time to time. She actually gets worked up and angry when she thinks about people thinking "hell" is bad language, and I've given up arguing with her about it.

My brother-in-law once remarked that all the women in our family say the word "shit" with the same sort of lengthy clenched-mouth hiss. I'm honestly not sure if I picked that up from Mother or from Alison or from them both.

t tacklehugs fayjay

Fay has the bestest stories evah!

Anyone up and around?

Not me, should be sleeping. How goes it, vw?

I'm here, but not really posting

HAH! I think Billytea should totally include the bunny-ears photo. :)

t blows raspberry

I have to retain some mystery.

How could someone say no to that, huh? Booooo.

Seriously, if they say no to that, it's their loss, not yours.

Oh, I love that picture. --

It's a good one, isn't it?

I have one. Possibly two.

It's ok, I have located a copy on my laptop, and have added it to my profile. All is well.

And Brits. But I already have a crush on you anyway, so it may not be a fair way of judging the efficacy of the profile. (When meeting Meara in person there was perhaps an unseemly degree of "You met Billytea!!! Did you go to the zoo with him?" bouncing, when she recounted her travels up to that point.)

Aww. Now I'm blushing. See this, right here? Blushytea.

I've had one response from my profile today, but I'm going to have to decline. It's the old story, she's a little bit country, and I'm a little bit rock and roll. But it's nice to be contacted. I need to compose the "thank you for your application" letter tonight.

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*cough*

Good morning, everyone. Fay, are you escaping from evil school and going to new school, soon?

Two more days of teaching, two further days of packing up, sorting out files & planning etc etc, and then I'm out of there. Hopefully with money in hand, but there's still no guarantee. Sigh. New school starts September 11th, of all days. It's still being built, but it certainly looks shiny.

I will not 'ship Fay/billytea

Heh. I'm a hat-wearing, fan-wielding Brit who educates children in the desert and writes Big Gay Porn in her spare time. Billytea is the Australian guru of all things natural historical and in his spare time he pretends to be an Investment Consultant. Together we fight crime.

Or, you know, continents apart, we fight crime.

Or at least disapprove of it.

Unless it involves infringement of copyright, in which case at least one of us is a bit less in possession of moral highground with regard to some specific criminal activities.

Er.

Continents apart, we regard most crime with marked disapproval. And talk about the works of Joss Whedon. Amongst other things, including (but not limited to) echidnas, The Lord of the Rings, the serial comma, swearing, ant farms, art history, Science Fiction and duct tape.

Snappy, no?