I should have done more apartment cleaning last night and this morning before leaving for work (I'm heading out for the East Coast tomorrow morning), but every time I sat down for a few minutes, the cat would come on over for a cuddle. Since I'm feeling all sorts of guilty about leaving her alone with only a daily visit by the cat sitting service, I felt compelled to pet her as often as possible.
When I get home from HP4 tonight, it'll be an all-out cleaning and packing blitz with no cuddling until I'm done, damnit!
ETA: Pretty much all of my Marquette profs seem to have retired--Fr. Naus is the only one I saw who I remember having 20 years ago.
Whoah. Just looked up my History of Math teacher... one of the bad ratings I understand, because sometimes you do get the sense she'd rather be alone, and she's sort of socially awkward. But then there's this:
yeah, I dont often use the C word to describe women, but she fits it perfectly...not a friendly person, no personality, she probably smells, and is turned on by MATH...end of story...avoid at all costs
I have many things to say in reply, but I thought I'd let it stand by itself. End of story indeed!
Cereal to ask Brenda--did you get into the honors program after that class? I was lucky enough to get into it before freshman year, so I could avoid the 500-person history class (I had Zupko for History 1, and loved every minute of it!) as well as get out of Freshman English and dive right into the Honors Lit class (and start my junior-level classes a year early).
Cereal to ask Brenda--did you get into the honors program after that class?
Nah, I transferred to McGill instead.
ETA: But I didn't take any of the big lecture classes anyway. I was in a, um, rebuilding phase to get some good grades that would get me into somwhere else after getting rusticated from my first university. (And dude, it was almost worth it just because of the term. Love.) So I had shit like 8 AM Political Theory classes with only six students in them that I *could not* miss or fail to kick ass in. Fun.
Oh my. This is so Evil and Wrong. I'll feel bad for anyone who gets fooled:
A new reality TV show is aiming to pull off the biggest hoax in TV history - by persuading a group of Britons that they have been blasted into space
The new Channel 4 series Space Cadets has been under wraps since the idea first came about 18-months ago.
Nine people will be told they are set to visit the final frontier as space tourists and that in preparation they will undergo intensive training in Russia courtesy of the Space Tourism Agency of Russia, but in reality the groups will be "trained" for space in a disused airbase in a secret location in the UK.
Unbeknown to them, their shuttle will be a Hollywood creation, made originally for the film Space Cowboys.
A giant custom-built screen positioned just outside the shuttle will, it is hoped, provide the illusion of a view of Earth from space including a hurricane over Mexico and a glimpse of the UK on one day when cloud cover parts.
But you know, if you know anything at all about space travel you'd know it was a hoax.
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A new reality TV show is aiming to pull off the biggest hoax in TV history - by persuading a group of Britons that they have been blasted into space
WOW. I must watch this.
[eta: But really, would what they're describing work on anyone who's ever been in a plane before? I mean, the total lack of cabin pressure change would be kind of a major tip-off.]
But you know, if you know anything at all about space travel you'd know it was a hoax.
And you've found reality show contestants generally to be the educated and astute types?
And you've found reality show contestants generally to be the educated and astute types?
Well yeah, but how many people
don't
know that you're weightless while in earth orbit?
It reminds me of the parody of Playboy that a guy in my dorm thought was real. Lady Di was the nude centerfold. I mean, c'mon. If you think of the implications of Lady Di posing nude for Playboy, you'd realize it didn't happen.
