Spike ,'Potential'
[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.
Also, soup and ice cream have still not magically appeared in my house, I think I'm going to have to take my miserable self to the store.I have Tillamook Oregon strawberry ice cream. I will send it through the tubes. Because it is amazing but I still don't like strawberry ice cream much.
OH! Ice cream. That's what I want.
I'm not a big fan of strawberry ice cream myself, but I'd take it if it appeared through the tubes. It would at least be cold on my throat. I have my bowl ready.
It's really good strawberry?
::drips ice cream into router::
Hec misquoted me because he has never seen The Tall Guy
Oh thank goodness you said this, because otherwise I was going to be wondering where I knew those verses from all day.
LOVE that movie. Love love love.
I know. I'm beginning to suspect a conspiracy. I don't know if antibiotics would do me any good. There hasn't been much of a fever, but there's disgusting gunk in my lungs and sinuses.
Yeah. for me, the sinus anti-b finally kicked this thing out. I still have gunk though, but I don't feel awful.
Announcement: I am sleepy.
Analysis: Drinking in the daytime is not without its risks.
Announcement: Joe and I just spent 2 hours cleaning and sorting the garage for next weeks HUGE GARAGE SALE.
Analysis: I am a giant dust and leave monster.
dust and leave
So we should clean you off and then abandon you?
Does she still have Sushi, the fish?
Yep! He wound up on a plate last night, though.
Gronklies. Still sick.
I hate low-grade fevers like this. My temp's been wandering up and down between 99 and 101 for the past two days. Not quite sick enough for wanting to do nothing but lie in bed and sleep, but not quite well enough for getting out of the apartment and doing anything, either. And certainly not well enough for going to synagogue, where there would be lots of little kids around, even though there was a talk today (about the role of women in Jewish ritual and ceremony) that I really wanted to hear. (Maybe I'll email the rabbi and see if he's going to put the text of the talk online. He sometimes does.)
So I've been reading How Children Fail today, and recognizing a lot of the behaviors he describes in elementary school kids in the fifties as exactly the same things I see a whole lot of my undergrad students doing. (In particular, the inability or unwillingness or whatever to look to see whether answers make sense. He describes it in terms of arithmetic problems, where, say, a student will add two fractions and write down an answer that's less than either of the two summands, or multiply 7 times 21 and get an answer that's greater than 400. It doesn't matter whether these answers are right or wrong -- the kids should at least be able to realize that they're not sensible. When I was grading homeworks this week, there was one problem about interest on a bank account, and several students said something like, if you put $100 in a bank account that's compounded continuously at an annual rate of 4.9%, you'll have $94.39 (or something like that) at the end of the year.)