It occurs to me that I've never seen a stuck pig bleed.

I know it's "stuck" as in "stuck with a knife". But "stuck pig" usually gives me a mental image of a pig in a narrow corridor, squeezed between the walls, with a "now what?" thought balloon above his head. NSM with the blood.

Kashing:

I would be surprised if the management at most places I've worked had even heard of wikis, much less think of them as something useful for our work.

It strikes me as a hard thing for the technical guys to sell to management too. I think they can be very useful, but they do look kinda weird.

Oh, and shrift, I sent you an e-mail about that weekend thing.

It strikes me as a hard thing for the technical guys to sell to management too.

A lack of "technical guys" is also a hallmark of most places I've worked, so take that for what it's worth.

My Mexican chicken-and-tomato flavored Cup of Noodles is nasty. FYI.

just in time

You have around 22 more hours to the beginning of the fast [Edit: in my timezone, of course], and 25 more until it ends. You may do it at your own time.

I don't think many of us feel the need to rush towards a black belt.

So it's good that the group that you want to continue with seems to want to continue in at least a similar pace as yours, rather than the center's, right?

Jesse, you deserve an extra yummy dessert, just to compensate for the nastiness.

I know it's "stuck" as in "stuck with a knife".

Yes, it's difficult for me to parse the phrase when I'm thinking of a wee piglet Babe stuck in a fence, but I've never seen a pig stuck with a knife, either. Plenty of deer and other woodland creatures, though...

Oh, and shrift, I sent you an e-mail about that weekend thing.

Looks good to me!

Jesse, you deserve an extra yummy dessert, just to compensate for the nastiness.

I like the way you think.

If you truly feel like suffering, you can read Hardy's Jude the Obscure, which has a lingering description of a bleeding pig. I am not making this up. Nor am I making up the fact that it's really one of the less traumatic and depressing parts of that book.

You may do it at your own time.

Look at you, and the graciousness.

So it's good that the group that you want to continue with seems to want to continue in at least a similar pace as yours, rather than the center's, right?

It's good, but irrelevant. We wanted to slow down on the way to brown -- instead the classes have doubled up, and the date moved forward a week. The doubling up was to address the "not prepared enough!" The moving up a week was just a sad coincidence.

I need a hearty lunch, and I want it now. Curses.

I think "stuck pig" comes from the machine that the butchers in the Chicago Stockyards invented back in the mid-19th century. The processing of pork began by (whitefonted for bloody imagery) slicing the pig's throat and then hanging him upside down on a mechanized wheel that took him and a bunch of other pigs around and around until they bled out, and then they were moved down the conveyor line to beginning breaking down their body parts into various pork byproducts. The Stockyards were famous for "using every part of the pig except the squeal."