Things I have learned today: The Avenue Q soundtrack is a little too close to home when grading English papers.

What do you do with a BA in English...

It sucks to be me! it sucks to be me! Is there anybody here it doesn't suck to be?

grapenuts:

When you find yourself singing, "Everyone's a little bit racist," you may want to put the grading pen down before you write something on a student paper that you may regret later.

Reality is cockblocking my muse.

And I don't have any chocolate.

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This post brought to you by the letters P, M & S.

The next one might be brought to you by Gin & Tonic.

I grab a drink and the Sunday night thread is gone? I even added lime.

I'm here.

I just mentioned to my mother that a) I was going to Portland and Seattle, but b) My cousin and his wife were going to be out of town while I was there, so I wouldn't see them.

Her response was "oh, that's too bad. It's always nicer to visit when you have friends you can see."

I'm not sure why she thought I was going if I wasn't going to see friends, especially since she knows I'm allergic to Seattle, but then mom's kind of like that.

Cause we're ???

OMG, we're not your friends!!!!!

eta: Oh, sure... Edit and make me look crazy.

Edit and make me look crazy.

See, I might not do that, if you were my friends.

This evening was spent with 15 or so of my neighbors and friends . we enjoyed wine, pizza, port and brownies. we also had selected readings from Sperm are from men, eggs are from Women by joesph Quirk. a review of the book says:

From Publishers Weekly

Wild Kingdom meets Dr. Ruth in Quirk's bawdy guide to species reproduction and the differences between men and women. Each topical chapter compares romantic relationships to sociological, biological, anthropological or zoological findings, all related in Quirk's off-the-cuff prose. The easy reading can be attributed to the fact that Quirk isn't a scientist, but a fiction writer with an interest in science and a knack for finding humor in explaining why people act the way they do. Chapter titles like "Why You're So Horny" and "Why You Like Spielberg more than T.S. Eliot" set the tone for Quirk's revelations on the purpose of body hair ("It's to stink ... Now we know why the French are so sexy"); promiscuity in the animal kingdom ("the faithful sex looks drab, and the slutty sex looks fab"); and art ("I look at Michelangelo's ceiling, and I see a gay man's erotic fantasies"). Men, Quirk writes, are "sperm spreaders" bent on spraying their worthless sperm as frequently and widely as possible, while women are "womb carriers" competing against one another to land the best sperm to fertilize a precious egg. Granted, Quirk's book is far from breaking new scientific ground, but his humorous touch (not to mention the chapter on penguin prostitution) make for a readable and off-beat treatise.

See, I might not do that, if you were my friends.

And I'm going to vacuum for you?

And I'm going to vacuum for you?

only if you want.