I had no idea Sean was other than Sean. Or do you mean that the K is silent?
Both the K and the Q are silent.
Buffy ,'Empty Places'
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I had no idea Sean was other than Sean. Or do you mean that the K is silent?
Both the K and the Q are silent.
I have been saying for years now that when the grownups get home, they're gonna be pissed.
The grownups are home. They're pissed.
I should be sleeping. I've been exhausted all day, and tomorrow I've got to teach the limit definition of derivatives to two classes. (I hate teaching this. It's important to know, but a pain to actually do more than two problems, and everybody in class knows that there's a simpler way to get to the answer. At least we've got new textbooks this year that present it in a consistent way.) Just can't get to sleep, though.
Problem with my real name is that it's so common and already taken by another poster with a lot more time than I have.
Your real name is ita?
I've tried to use pseuds, but I just can't do it.
I am completely slammed with work, so all I've been doing is reading bits of the board while things were uploading. We're moving a huge site to a new host, and I came close to asking for website~ma.
I'm glad it seems to be a fairly peaceful coup. Fay's post reminded me of a letter we got from my older half-sister, when she was in Iran during the revolution. She wrote, "Everything's fine. I'm dyeing my hair and pretending I'm French."
I hope the grown-ups don't show up here. My house is a giant pile of dirty dishes and mail.
I'm going to take me and my pounding head to bed now with the hopes that tomorrow will be better. Night Bitches!
Yay for Fay being safe! We were concerned about you.
Glad to hear you're doing alright, Fay.
I had a nickname once. At the first college I went to, some people called me "slim."
Those who have met me can see the irony in that.
And no, I wasn't.
My freshman year in college, my group included way too many people named Dan. We ended up referring to them as Big Dan, Little Dan, Boston Dan, Drunk Dan, and Squirrelly Dan.