it has to be in your closet, how could you lose a shovel?
Mal: Can I come in? Inara: No. Mal: See? That's why I usually don't ask.
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
Natter 40: The Nice One
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
msbelle - Dec 06, 2005 11:40:39 am PST #9741 of 10006
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
Sophia Brooks - Dec 06, 2005 11:46:17 am PST #9742 of 10006
Cats to become a rabbit should gather immediately now here
Thanks guys-- although I think those percentages are just the actual professor being a moron. That is, last year you got a lab grade and a class grade. As part of your class grade, you could either do a paper (graded by the professor) or a lab project (graded by the lab instructor). This year he is making them do both, but he didn't change the percentages to reflect this, so I am taking it as part of the skills area. I have no idea what the other instructors are thinking (and I doubt they are even thinking about it, because two of them are undergraduates and the prof doesn't ask for a backup of our grade). Anyway, I imagine the prof wanted the lab project to count rather more than he seems to imply in the syllabus.
Of course, the prof also didn't run the syllabus by me before giving it to them, so, really-- his problem. Actually, I didn't get a syllabus at all, I just read one of my students....
§ ita § - Dec 06, 2005 11:48:50 am PST #9743 of 10006
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
Would this help spice up the start of the day for non-morning people?
Lee - Dec 06, 2005 11:50:45 am PST #9744 of 10006
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
Would this help spice up the start of the day for non-morning people?
Only once. Then it would be ded.
msbelle - Dec 06, 2005 11:52:10 am PST #9745 of 10006
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
tonight I have to run home, wrangle the 2 cats into their box carriers, get them to the vet, then get them home with a bag of food. I think I need to call a friend for help.
Lee - Dec 06, 2005 11:53:48 am PST #9746 of 10006
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.
tonight I have to run home, wrangle the 2 cats into their box carriers, get them to the vet, then get them home with a bag of food. I think I need to call a friend for help.
This is why I take mine to the vet one at a time.
Jesse - Dec 06, 2005 11:53:55 am PST #9747 of 10006
Sometimes I trip on how happy we could be.
Sophia, you could send another email, but it sounds like that student is uninterested in the 20% for initiative.
Saw an e-mail that voiced a concern about looking like "a bunch of armatures." I wonder if anyone pointed this out to the author...I'm certainly not going to.
That made me laugh really hard.
I am teaching myself MS Project. Anyone can help?
I can't help, but I think I need to do that, too. Hmmm. I can help with the vet thing, though. Because what's more fun than procrastination? USEFUL procrastination!
JZ - Dec 06, 2005 11:55:18 am PST #9748 of 10006
See? I gave everybody here an opportunity to tell me what a bad person I am and nobody did, because I fuckin' rule.
Ooh, msbelle, that reminds me -- my bro and his partner have two cats. Anyone have vet recommendations? I have no idea where exactly they'll be living in NYC, but anything closer than Boston would be of the good.
msbelle - Dec 06, 2005 11:55:35 am PST #9749 of 10006
I remember the crazy days. 500 posts an hour. Nubmer! Natgbsb
If I take mine to the vet one at a time, Oz will hiss at both me and Sylvester for a week after Sylvester's visit.
sarameg - Dec 06, 2005 11:58:15 am PST #9750 of 10006
it has to be in your closet, how could you lose a shovel?
You'd be amazed.
Would this help spice up the start of the day for non-morning people?
If you consider destruction, crazed cats, bloodshed and unintelligible cursing "spice."
I can't imagine taking both cats to the vet at the same time without a car. Call a friend.