Aw, he looks a lot like Raq in that one.
'Why We Fight'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
but I'm partial to Gene Simmons!Mal.
hee! That's my favorite too!
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Scola gets the square.
Oh, the rigmarole of getting me hired! It looks like things are finally falling into place, though. I got a call from a higher-up apologizing for all the disorganization and to make sure I knew it wasn't a sign that they didn't actually want to take me on. There's a lot of push-and-pull as to where to put me, though. My current bosses don't want to lose me, but it does seem to make more sense for me, being a beginning medical writer and all, to be in the medical communications department, where I would get a greater exposure to different sorts of things that medical writers do. I wanted to make sure that didn't mean I would relinquish all my responsibilities and ties to clinical, though, as I've been working heavily on two studies and wanted to see them through. My uncle (who got me hired) is opposed to my leaving the department, though. I think I'm making the right decision, and, frankly, it's looking I'll be basically a free agent and will be able to take on the projects I see fit (I could still continue my work here but would get my side projects from med comm rather than clinical). Being in med comm will allow me to work on other things like abstracts and manuscripts and slide presentations and all that fun stuff. So they can fly me to meetings in Prague and shit.
Slow day on the b.org.
ION, I am such a bitchy cynic. The woman who sits next to me has gotten engaged to her long-term boyfriend who's stationed up in Seattle. I'm mentally giving them 3 years - I've heard them fight almost every.freakin'.day. Of course, I hope that it works out for those crazy kids, but yeah. Not hopeful.
Just found out that I HAVE to spend a week in New Orleans for the new job. the horror!
I HAVE to spend a week in New Orleans for the new job. the horror!
fetches stapler in anticipation of the classic ::handstapleforehead::.
fetches scuba gear in hopes of a squishie.
P-C - I'm glad that the job stuff is getting straightened out.
Poor Vortex. .. I'm sure we all feel oh so sorry for you.
OK, reason number 872 why I love my summer job:
There's a kid in my class who's been working on learning about hyperbolas for the past two days. He keeps saying "I don't get it" but can't explain what it is he doesn't get. Today, I was going over some problems with him, and I realized that he didn't understand what an asymptote is. I explained to him, "It's a line that your graph keeps getting closer and closer to, but never touches." (Not quite a perfect definition, but good enough for his level.)
He said, "But doesn't it have to touch? If it keeps getting closer, it'll have to touch it eventually." I tell him, "OK, try this. Look at that wall over there." (About four feet away.) "Now, take a step that covers half the distance between you and the wall." He does. "Now, take another step that covers half of the distance that's now between you and the wall." He does that. "Now, keep doing that." He does, and it's like a lightbulb lights up in his head. I say, "You see? No matter how many steps you take, there's still the other half of the distance left."
He keeps trying it, taking tinier and tinier steps, until the intervals get so tiny that the toes of his sneakers hit the wall. He turns around and smiles and say, "See? I got to the wall." I roll my eyes and say, "That's because we're in physical space, and you can't really see intervals that small. In mathematical space, it'll work." He says OK, and picks up his book to start heading back to his seat.
On the way back, he has to step up onto a riser and walk across it to the next step. I notice him doing the step over half, step over half, repeat, thing on the riser. I let him do it for about 15 seconds, then, laughing, tell him to get back to his seat. He turns back to me and says, "I can't. The step's my asymptote."
Great story, Hil. Good old Zeno. Seeing that lightbulb go off is so damn cool.
When ya going, Vortex?
Sounds like the work sitch is getting pretty good, P-C. Yay!