Oh. I was thinking Alexander in the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Movie.

A little nerves can be good, too. They provide a little adrenalin rush thatt can make you sparkle. Interviewers who talk to potentials who don't show a little nerveousness figure you don't want the job, or are emotionally dead.

And remember: you are assessing THEM as much as they are assessing you.

Oh. I was thinking Alexander in the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Movie

Hee! Aimee, I was just thinking "Is Krisitin telling me life would be worse if I were an ancient bisexual megalomaniac conquereror-king?"

On the whole, if I had to choose beteween dealing with car-related traumas and conquering Persia, I'd take Persia.

I'm guessing as in Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No-Good, Very Bad Day

This...but I kinda like this explanation too!

"Is Krisitin telling me life would be worse if I were an ancient bisexual megalomaniac conquereror-king?"

Ok, Excedrin taken. Water being drunk. I leave in half hour. Nervy, but, it's good thing.

I'ma go smoke and read.

Crap, Erin!

Man, I so feel for you. And this is 100% the kind of thing that would happen to me if I had a car. I'm really shit at dealing with this stuff. Terribly terribly not good.

Hope that the House of Reason is getting on okay with their deadlines.

Emily, I realise that I started talking to you about the teaching thing yesterday and then got cut off and didn't come back. Man, I have no social skills. What I meant to say at the time was - I'm all admiration for you tackling that age range. I totally get that it would sting like buggery (and not in a good way) to hear one's class being dissed by any of the kids, but I'm also very conscious that you've got them at a time of their lives where the last thing they WANT to be doing is sitting in class, and right now it's almost the end of the year and they all want the summer holiday to be here already. With the best will in the world, it's bloody difficult to make every lesson thrilling and Dead Poets Society-ish. I would totally trust you with my own (okay, strictly hypothetical) kids' education.

ion: have just seen X Men 3: The Last Stand and have extremely mixed feelings about it.

And immediately afterwards we went to the loo, and what did we walk in on? At the poshest, swankiest shopping mall in Cairo (think the equivalent of Rodeo Drive or whatever in terms of who all shops here)?

A woman had her toddler's trousers around his ankles and was helping him to piss into the sink.

I really wish that I had not been so utterly shocked, because what I wish I'd done is gone up to the woman and told her how fucking disgusting this is. She's there in her swanky clothes, with her sparkly headscarf, as if she gives a shit about the Qu'ran? I'm sorry but this is TOTALLY unclean and disgusting and Haram in your own house.

In the public washrooms? Good God!

When we emerged from our respective cubicles a few moments later, she had departed, leaving behind a load of tissue and stained baby wipes in the sink.

So. Very. Gross.

I have a new tag, and I must point it out, because it makes me laugh and laugh and laugh!

Also! Go Aimee! You're gonna be fabulous!

Oh my word, Fay. That's disgusting.

(I should not say everything I want to say about that woman, because for all my cleanliness, I bet her when her son is six, he will never eat a white square he believes must have leapt from under the toilet rim, up onto it.)

(She should have to, though.)

I'd appreciate it if you'd send some "it's not as bad as it sounds" -ma towards Nashville. I just got an e-mail from my best friend. She's out of town helping her mother go back to her assisted living apartment from a nursing home. Her mother's recovering from a broken hip. (The broken hip is one of those "no place is safe" stories. Her mother went downstairs in the assisted living place to get her mail, and another resident fell on her.) She just got word that she had a fire in her house, apparently caused by lighting. The firemen got the fire out, but they used lots of water. She has thousands of books. Literally thousands. She can't get home until tomorrow.