in Bitches
Cashmere: Owen can count to three
amych: WHOA!!! And to think, we knew him when he was naught but a pee stick.
'Sleeper'
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in Bitches
Cashmere: Owen can count to three
amych: WHOA!!! And to think, we knew him when he was naught but a pee stick.
In Bitches: Funny if you've ever written a personal statement. Funnier if you've ever worked in education.
Emily: Christ. I hate resumes. Hate hate hate.
Now must write about my commitment to education.
"I would never in a thousand years leave education. And you know why? Because education gets me. Education and I are so close, it's like we're telepathic. Education and I share our innermost secrets. I know education's thoughts and dreams. No one was ever more perfectly suited than education and I, and we're gonna make it. And no matter what you do, you can't tear us apart! Education and I, we're survivors. We made it through 10th grade, we'll make it through this."
Cass: Oh, you say that now. But later, education will be faded and gravity will have taken its toll. Education knows this too. Its explained to you before that after a while you might love another field. It doesn't mean it wasn't real, just that it wasn't forever.
Emily: I know, I know. Education doesn't believe how committed I am. But it's wrong, and I have all the time in the world to convince education. And one day, fifty years down the road, education will wake up, and look over, and say, "I'll be damned. You're still here." I can wait.
Natter is as Natter does.
amych: I'm picturing a contemporary version of the 95 Theses, starting with: 1. Don't be an asshole. No, really.
Miracleman: 32: Since you're up, bring me a beer.
Philosophy in Bitches:
billytea:I may be odd in that I find the 'free will is an illusion' position to be endlessly fascinating. I just sit there and do weird things like cluck like a chicken, and think to myself, "Imagine if that was predetermined by my particular neural state, and it only felt like a choice!" And then I cluck some more, because I'm pleased with myself.
Anne W.: I think double-spacing is actually standard for papers, vw. At least it was when I was in college and had to keep an eye out for pleisiosaur attacks on the way to class.
DavidS in Music, who the hell needs context?
Well, as much fun as you can have without fisting references.
In Bitches:
SailAweigh: I refuse to look the money hamster in the eye this month. I've bolted his little fucking squeaky wheel in one position, let him run all he wants.
Natter learning math:
Emily: I do homework on things that were proved impossible 500 years ago!
No one's COMMed this yet? From Natter, talking about doctor's appointments:
sarameg: All the stuff I ever fill out seems to revolve around "what are your vices that are going to kill you dead" and "what killed your relatives dead" and "are you knocked up? Are you sure? ARE YOU REALLY SURE!!?! No kidding!??!" and "how many time you been cut open?"
Ginger: The really annoying part about the repeated "are you knocked up" questions is that you can check off things like types of birth control, but there's not a check box for "Is there a star in the East?"
Ginger's on a roll:
I am not a religious person, but I'm certainly not offended by Christmas cards. I'll take good wishes in whatever form someone wants to offer them. There are few enough good wishes in the world. If they started to make Christmas cards that said, "Merry Christmas! If you're not a Christian, you're going to spend eternity in the fires of hell," I'd feel differently.