We can come by between classes. Usually I use that time to copy over my class notes with a system of different colored pens. But it's been pointed out to me that that's, you know...insane.

Willow ,'Showtime'


Natter 42, the Universe, and Everything  

Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, flaming otters, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.


Nutty - Feb 08, 2006 8:52:31 am PST #5744 of 10002
"Mister Spock is on his fanny, sir. Reports heavy damage."

Phrase that makes me laugh:

just another weapon of craxy.

Once upon a time, in fact in Newton's day, there were metaphors in use of "Exactly what kind of god is this??" when attempting to reconcile scientific discovery to received doctrine. I find the "clockmaker god" particularly elegant, because, okay, clocks are just cool, and it's one of those theories where no proof is ever necessary either way. Basically, god built a clock, and every once in a while he winds it up quietly, and if we ever caught him at it he'd be a pretty lame god.

I mean, not that I believe in god, but if I had to, I'd tend to choose the elegant, reality-based metaphor over the one that is craxy-flavored.


§ ita § - Feb 08, 2006 8:54:52 am PST #5745 of 10002
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.

I just got outed as a kravver in the training class. At least two people knew what it was an volunteered that is was more hardcore than the instructor's kempo.

Now I have to pitch the school in the next break to the woman next to me. I can't turn this off.


Stephanie - Feb 08, 2006 8:56:07 am PST #5746 of 10002
Trust my rage

Today's new horror is they're upping the child-teacher ratio in my daughter's classroom, unannounced, in a week

I'm surprised they can do that without telling the parents. Even if the ration thing weren't an issue (and it should be) don't you get to know if someone *new* is coming in to watch your child/ren?


Matt the Bruins fan - Feb 08, 2006 8:56:16 am PST #5747 of 10002
"I remember when they eventually introduced that drug kingpin who murdered people and smuggled drugs inside snakes and I was like 'Finally. A normal person.'” —RahvinDragand

Me, I'm just waiting for the ID head honchos to successfully replace the fields of physics, chemistry, and engineering with more biblically-compatible disciplines and then embark on the maiden voyage of their prayer-powered flying machine.


Lee - Feb 08, 2006 8:56:31 am PST #5748 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Aaaaaaaand earwormed.

What she said.

I keep staring at my to do list for the day, which is all about stuff I need to do so I can go on vacation, and thinking, "why should I care? I'll be on vacation."


juliana - Feb 08, 2006 8:57:14 am PST #5749 of 10002
I’d be lying if I didn’t say that I miss them all tonight…

"why should I care? I'll be on vacation."

Yay vacation! You are taking a camera so we can all see the pictures and be horribly envious, right?


Allyson - Feb 08, 2006 8:57:50 am PST #5750 of 10002
Wait, is this real-world child support, where the money goes to buy food for the kids, or MRA fantasyland child support where the women just buy Ferraris and cocaine? -Jessica

Fashion help!

I need to go get glasses, I have an eye appointment today.

What sort of glasses would look good on me? I have NO IDEA. And, well, I'm going blind over here. I'll have to wear them all the time.


Nora Deirdre - Feb 08, 2006 8:58:01 am PST #5751 of 10002
I’m responsible for my own happiness? I can’t even be responsible for my own breakfast! (Bojack Horseman)

Even if the ration thing weren't an issue (and it should be) don't you get to know if someone *new* is coming in to watch your child/ren?

I read the upping of the ratio as they were taking away teachers.


Steph L. - Feb 08, 2006 8:58:08 am PST #5752 of 10002
I look more rad than Lutheranism

and then embark on the maiden voyage of their prayer-powered flying machine.

See also: Rapture, the.


Lee - Feb 08, 2006 8:58:51 am PST #5753 of 10002
The feeling you get when your brain finally lets your heart get in its pants.

Yay vacation! You are taking a camera so we can all see the pictures and be horribly envious, right?

Of course.