I had no idea that half all teachers left the field within five years.
Yep. Sadly true.
Oh Amy! I'm sending all my come-home-ma to your pooch. How incredibly stressful!
Lorne: You know what they say about people who need people. Connor: They're the luckiest people in the world. Lorne: You been sneaking peeks at my Streisand collection again, Kiddo? Connor: Just kinda popped out.
'Time Bomb'
Spike's Bitches 34: They're All Slime and Antlers
[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.
Pix - Feb 08, 2007 5:35:18 pm PST #4658 of 10001
The status is NOT quo.
Cashmere - Feb 08, 2007 5:37:24 pm PST #4659 of 10001
Now tagless for your comfort.
amych, I hope the idiot furnace guys offered to help you comb the neighborhood. Stupid effers.
fuzzybutt-back-home-quickly-ma.
This, of course, reminds me I need to renew my dogs' licenses in case of accidental gettings-out (highly unlikely, but still).
sj - Feb 08, 2007 6:19:27 pm PST #4660 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."
New class rants for the night:
How does someone respond to a post directly above the box that they are typing in and spell my name wrong?
One classmate just posted something to the professor in a open discussion forum about how she doesn't see the need to keep a reading journal (which is an assignment for this class). It was both rude and badly written.
Cass - Feb 08, 2007 7:59:38 pm PST #4661 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
How does someone respond to a post directly above the box that they are typing in and spell my name wrong?Blind stupidity. Unless they really are blind and then it's understandable. Check for Braille.
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Tired.
Saw P and baby Julia today which was just pure joy and fabulousness. The baby Julia was alert and giddy happy and I got some cuddle time in. Her smile was just ... I kept thinking of JZ talking about Matilda.
Then had some time before an appointment for my alignment so I decided to take my car through the nifty $5 eco-friendly car wash and get an overdue oil change. A check says it's time for a flush of the radiator and that won't tack much time on, so yeah, it's Cass Takes Care of Her Car Week.
But after they drained the coolant? Not so much with the able to put more in. Twenty minutes turned into much with the stress but the guys were great trying to figure out how the hell the my baby got vaporlocked. Which? We never did find out.
But after half an hour on some kind of suction machine (And boggle that I made no inappropriate joke at this point. It was the fear that my car was rendered undrivable by some bogeyman, likely. I am not one to turn down the obvious lame sucking joke.) and enough coolant so that it looked like we'd slaughtered Godzilla, we have achieved a cooling system.
Oh, and I got $10 off. Shiny. Took a couple of hours longer than expected, sure. But people here are nice and they seemed to go with the whole "they busted it, they'll fix it." thing. I like that.
Then I went and got my alignment done.
Now? I would like to not do anything more car related for a while.
Bonus was that, in the midst of worrying that my car was in mortal danger, I got a bunch of correspondence of the paper sort done and cleaned out my car. Even the trunk.
Then more stuff when I got home because some stuff was locked away in the interwebs.
Done now. And watching Winchesters. This and beer and Ima happy girl.
To sum up, there was a plan and then I was eaten by a grue.
Daisy Jane - Feb 08, 2007 8:07:00 pm PST #4662 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Hee. Tonight we talked about the Buffistas he's met. They all (screen names) start with C. Cass, Calli, and Corwood. He's actually hung with Corwood twice; once in his town and once in ours.
And, yeah, as far as humans go, he doesn't suck.
Cass - Feb 08, 2007 8:11:04 pm PST #4663 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
Really doesn't. Next time? Hanging at the Grapevine so there's more time to just idly chat.
Daisy Jane - Feb 08, 2007 8:31:18 pm PST #4664 of 10001
"This bar smells like kerosene and stripper tears."
Man mixes a mean drink. Ask him for an alien secretion. Ohh. or a suspended animation.
EpicTangent - Feb 08, 2007 8:33:20 pm PST #4665 of 10001
Why isn't everyone pelting me with JOY, dammit? - Zenkitty
Oh, Noes!!!!!11!!1!1!!!!
I apparently drew the attenton of the Internet Blocking program at work back to b.org yesterday, because it was blocked again today. I'm so bummed. It was so great to get to chat with my peeps again all day yesterday. And now...dark. For the forseeable future.
I guess I'll catch you guys on the random evenings and weekends where I can.
And now, I really must shower as I worked out this evening (Good Girl!) and I want to rid myself of the stinky before I fall asleep sitting up again.
Profile addy's good if anyone needs me.
Le sigh.
Cass - Feb 08, 2007 8:44:33 pm PST #4666 of 10001
Bob's learned to live with tragedy, but he knows that this tragedy is one that won't ever leave him or get better.
How 'bout I just ask him to immolate me? Dealer's choice.
Bummer about the blocking, Epic.
I need to be asleep.
Fay - Feb 08, 2007 9:56:48 pm PST #4667 of 10001
"Fuck Western ideologically-motivated gender identification!" Sulu gasped, and came.
I also think that the play is just not gonna work. We simply do not have enough kids who can do it, between work, school and family duties.
Crud.
Can you maybe do a less ambitious project? Something with some wee scenes? Maybe a mix of bits of Shakespeare and other things? Traditional and modern? Is it the text that's the main problem, or the commitment/skills of the kids? 'Cause maybe you could have some working on other stuff? Like, er, the opening scene of 'Pulp Fiction', or whatever? Or even (although I'm rather horrified at myself for even thinking it) get them/you/somebody to rewrite the damn script and do a modern language version, which would at least mean they understood what was going on - maybe start off with the Chorus coming on and doing the old iambic pentameter from a book and then have the brawling folks at the start come on and deck him in passing, and throw the book into the audience, and shift into modern English?
...I'm just loath to lose it altogether. Even though it's nothing to do with me. I'm sad for you.