I HATE that kind of stuff. Seriously hate it.

Me too. "Dear King, Thank you for allowing us to come to the New World and meet the noble indigenous peoples. We are practicing agriculture and worshiping together. Maybe one day our children will found a country based on the principles of freedom and individualism and there will be many air conditioners. Love, Me. P.S. Go Sox that don't exist yet!" It's just an opportunity for people to show off their store of anachronisms. Also, it's a little more appropriate for third graders.

Yeah...I was gonna say, it'd probably be fun for *kids*. Not very sophisticated for college.

(Makes note about where to obtain teenagers for the doing of chores around here)

Leif isn't a teenager, but he likes to mop and vacuum and he'll work for chocolate. Note: not responsible for broken objects and setting things on fire. Actual quality of work is not guaranteed.

I had to write a treatise on the morality of abortion writing from the perspective (though not actually the persona, I don't think) of Thomas Aquinas for a class at Marquette once. Ass. I got an A but I think my teeth were ground down to nubs by the time I was done.

ETA: for a political theory class, not theology, which is part of why I'm still pissed.

Congratulations, flea!

Sparky - you around?

You were gonna look into a chem tutor for K-Bug - any leads???

The chem librarian didn't answer my initial email, but I have to talk to her anyway about hiring Issues-with-a-capital-I, (now I know why they always have someone with a law background on this committee), so I'll send you an email later this afternoon or tonight and let you know what she said.

flea, congratulations!!!! I'll gladly pass on the baton of pregnancy to someone. Anyone that wants it. I wish the home stretch were less...stretchy. I hope your pregnancy is easy and all goes well. And that Casper takes the news with grace and humor. Owen's still oblivious (not sure if that's good or bad).

Thanks Sparky. I have a couple of other leads I'm following, so hopefully we can find her something soon. She is so frustrated. She hates feeling stupid.

I'm glad my classes are only 5 weeks long, I don't think I could handle Mr. Role-Play much longer than that. Everyone else in the class is loving it. Me, I just can't suspend the "I know what is going to happen" to beg to get on the Mayflower - hello - half of the died. I'm not even addressing the wonderful feast with the highly respected indigenous people (like they were really called indigenous back then - savages, more like). Blarg.

Someone here at work likened my guardianship stuff to pregnancy. It might actually be nine months from when she came to live with us to when we get the final court decree. I have definitely felt queasy and wanted to sleep through weeks of this drama. Luckily she does not kick, though she has sat on my bladder.

An article title from Issues in Legal Scholarship: Anthony Bradney "'It's About Power': Law in the Fictional Setting of a Quaker Meeting and in the Everyday Reality of 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer'"

Owen's still oblivious (not sure if that's good or bad)

Brendon didn't get the whole new baby thing until he could touch his brother. Feeling the kicking inside Mommy didn't translate to real baby to him. I don't know at what age they can grasp this concept.

It's About Power': Law in the Fictional Setting of a Quaker Meeting and in the Everyday Reality of 'Buffy the Vampire Slayer'

That sounds like an interesting read.

What if a Quaker girl got called to be a Slayer? Philosophical conundrum.