I really wish there were a way to estimate one's likelihood of getting a job before applying.

I think that info is like the real guts of credit scoring -- it'd be immensely useful to you, but the people who hold it are way too invested in keeping it a trade secret to ever let it go.

Yeah. On the other hand, once I typed that I remembered that most schools have report cards online, so I went and looked up what percentage of core classes at that school are taught by teachers not certified as "Highly Qualified," and it's 9%. So odds are fairly good. I don't entirely approve of the "Highly Qualified" system, but it may work in my favor here.

Here's me, finally checking in with bookage: [link]

Emily rocks for getting the Fisherman's Wharf B&N to get it out & on the shelves.

The book in its new habitat: [link]

To go along with the comic book postings: [link]

Did you know there was a robot on Sesame Street? I didn't. Anyway, it was Sam the Sesame Street Robot.

In the above link, Sam the Sesame Street Robot makes a guest-appearance in a Spider Man comic.

OK, if that's not bizarre enough, the whole comic is a takeoff on Star Wars....

Tep, I second your emotions, re the wholesome face thing. It's quite a drag. Unless you like being accosted by people with the Book of Mormon, that is.

Still another comic thingie: Mighty Samson vs. the Mutant, Radioactive Unicorn

Whether you’re horny for unicorns or mad about mutants, here’s a glowing tribute to an Oddball issue of MIGHTY SAMSON, one that cover-features the one-eyed, apocalyptic superhero locked in battle against “the fabled unicorn – now a lethal, radioactive mutant!” Read this comic and you may never need a night-light again!

A big picture of the cover: [link] The unicorn looks really pissed off. And you can tell it's radioactive 'cuz it's glowing.

My downstairs neighbors that love to blast their music and grill up food on their barbeque and invite all the passing neighbors to join them in some beer and chow finally convinced me to join them for dinner tonight. I would be drunk on all the beer they offered, but since it was Miller Lite, one was plenty. I switched over to water for the chicken and spicy corn-on-the-cob, which was blazingly spicy and had me reaching for the water constantly.

Their buddy who was visiting spent the time flirting with me, so I flirted back, which is always fun to do with drunk guys with no intention of following up on the innuendo. When I was done and had to get up here for some phone calls, I gave everyone hugs, and the drunk buddy asked for two--I told him to keep his hands where I could see them, which cracked up the neighbor guy.

Not a bad way to spend a Friday evening dinner hour, even with the glares we got from the old lady who lives next door when they cranked up the music for their favorite song.

Jen, you fail surreptitious Burglary 101.

(I really didn't have time to go get new glass and repair the window. I had to be on the road within hours, hadn't finished packing, and wasn't even dressed, for crying out loud. I had to be creative.)

Oh, god, I'd be a horrible burglar. My nephew, on the other hand (fine, upstanding citizen that he is), taught himself how to pick locks. He said to his mother recently, "You're lucky I didn't turn to the dark side." So say we all.

I got locked into my dorm room in college once, after a party.

I couldn't get anyone to come open the door, so I climbed out of my window, onto the roof, and into the hallway window of the dorm next door.

ION, I'm sitting out on my balconey, with a breeze, a beer, and my wirelessly connected laptop. It's not as good as Maine, especially with the total lack of Theodosia and Nora and Tom, but it's still pretty nice.