:: thrashing strangling empty air in cold booth ::

can you cue up for that?

I have 125 "thats" in this show. Use the numbers! WHICH ONE!

Aaarrrrrgggggghhhhhh.

Yes, I am officially tired and grumpy, with 33 minutes to go.

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(Totally psyched for Wed over here btw!)

omg, I saw that and thought I posted my thrashing in Firefly and was like "oops". whew.

Yes, I am too! Too bad I'll be at the airport with my mother (or en route to said airport). I can see it now: scuuze me ma, gotta slink away for 45 minutes or so

o? but I wanted to talk to you about the job, and tell you the same stories I told you last time. where would you rather slink off to rather than talk with your dear old ma?

Firefly!

Fire_what

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Covert her? ("Now this is what we call a Crazy Ivan...")

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I am awake. I have no idea why I'm awake.

I'm teaching tomorrow morning. Well, this morning, now. Full calculus lecture, which I've only done once before. (I agreed to cover the lecture this morning in exchange for not having to grade the midterms. An hour and a half of teaching versus about six hours of grading -- easy choice.) And being rested seems like it would be a good thing, and yet, can't get to sleep.

At least I don't have anything planned for the afternoon. I can teach, then eat lunch, then take a nap.

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Sorry Hil. I give you a virtual bonk on the head to help you to sleep.

As for me. Yes! Finally home. Ahhhh stress. Makes the drive home so much more fun!

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Surgery/recovery LJ post, with pictures.

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PC! Glad to have you back! Hope you're feeling better?

Suzi - I have no words. Really, nothing is adequate. I mean, yes, thank God it wasn't K-Bug - but, yes, God, it was somebody's K-Bug. It hurts my heart just thinking about it for a moment, so I'm skittering right the hell away from thinking about it.

Juliana - hot like woah. As ever. (As was Daisy Jane - did I mention that already? Awesome outfit. Awe. Some.)

Lillibean and Em and indeed the rest of the Buffistasprogs - holy crap. Such cuteness.

Well, today was Hallowe'en party day at our school - and afaic, today was Hallowe'en - 'cause there's not been any seasonal decorations or what have you in town, what with it being, you know, a Buddhist country.

I came to school in fairly standard me-wear (floor length billowy skirt, buxom wench-ish blouse) and accessorised with an eye patch and cutlass. My boss wasn't terribly impressed (because we were supposed to not wear costumes until AFTER school), but it wasn't my actual costume - just costumish accessories and fairly normal me-wear. Um. That, at least, was my rationale.

2.30 was when the fancydress actually happened. Last night, between completing the kids' reports and going to the rehearsal of A Christmas Carol, I dashed off to my tailor and picked up the latest things she's made, which included the ankle-length black silk-satin eveningish dress. So I hurried off out and found some leftover bits and bobs in a deparment store with which to assemble a makeshift vampire costume. Very much not Jilli standard even a little bit, but for a half hour scurry around a Buddhist city centre, I was really quite pleased with the result. It included a sort of smallish top hat thingy (? More like a woman's horse-riding type top hat thing? Or something? I don't have any idea what I'm talkign about, do I? It was supposed to be for kids, but unlike pretty much all the adult hats I've tried on here, it was big enough for my cranium) and a pair of cheap lace gloves. Thus in stealing-ideas-from-Jilli fashion, my costume consisted of long black dress, cape, hat (with black/red silk scarf and pearls ornamenting the brim and a peacock feather sticking out the back (the exact peacock feather upon which my tattoo design was based, as it happens) and dripping down my back), bloody fang marks in throat, crimson lipstick, trail of blood dripping down chin and blood spattered gloves.

Also violet contact lenses.

I mean, it was very much a cheap'n'cheerful costume, not a proper costume, but with some strategic make up and a thoroughly unsmiling expression it was hilariously effective.

I have had THE MOST FUN in the history of EVER for the past hour and a half, wandering around a playground full of sugared-up kids and staring at them without cracking a smile, rubbing my blood-spattered gloves together and following them in a stately and ominous manner.

So funny.

I made one very small child cry and freaked the bejayzus out of several others, but for the most part they were doing that whole 'Hey, Miss Fay! Miss Fay? Miss...why is she looking at me like that?....Help!' thing, and scurrying off giggling in a slightly freaked-out way.

We also had a 'haunted room' which I helped out with a wee bit - the windows all blacked out, and various spooky things jumping out or grossing them out. Very funny.

Oh! And I won the "best dressed teacher" prize - which is an actual prize, startlingly enough. I have a big plastic trophy thing now sitting on my window ledge next to the turquoise dragon hand puppet from Singapore.

I am knackered.

Knack. Ered.

Anyway, that's quite enough mememe.

Happy belated Halloween!

eta

I did consider, fleetingly, taking Bloody Bunny around with me, but decided against it.

The internet informs me that Bloody Bunny is Thai! I'd been assuming Japanese, but apparently not. Good job, Thailand! He's adorable - sort of like a bunny version of Kill Bill. On the back of his box it reads:

BLOODY is the action bunny that came to life to take revenge for its lost little girl owner, who disappear while working for an evil doll factory called DOLLWORK.

Beyond the innocent looking dolls at the factory, lies something much more evil that BLOODY will have to overcome to reach to truth and justice of it all.

On the side of the box there are awesome pictures and in small print it reads:

100% Safety Guaranteed For Good Boys & Girls.

On the other side of the box it reads:

WARNING!

BLOODY HAZARD.

• Not suitable for easily frightened persons.

• Do not put Bloody near sharp objects.

• Do not throw Bloody in garbage.

• Keep away from Ugly Dolls.

• Do not wash by washing machine.

1:1 scale

100% No Mercy

...so, Jilli, were you aware that Clovis had minions in Thailand?

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Bloody Bunny sounds awesome.

I got a mini bag of M&Ms from the Mexican restaurant where I got lunch yesterday. And there was a basket of candy in the main office of the math department, but by the time I got there, the only thing left was Tootsie Pops. I wanted a Twix.

And, sleep seems to not be happening. And tiredness is leaving me rambly, which is not a good state for teaching calculus.

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All the hawt Bitches are shifting my Kinsey. All the killer-cute Buffistae sprog make my ovaries ache.

As for online dating, here is what worked for me twice (once with notably better long-term results, but I can't say the other was the worst boyfriend I'd ever had, either): finding a chat room dedicated to a show I love (I assume this would work with any chat room dedicated to any interest aside from dating/flirting/sex), that had developed a close-knit sense of community amongst its regulars; joining in that community, making a number of good friends, and finding that there was a mutual attraction with a particular member and myself.

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I have no dating site advice. I met my DH while hang gliding, and still recommend hang gliding sites as places to find lots of single men with a certain amount of disposable income.

Today I get to sit at the new, empty house and wait for the boiler boy, two floor fellows, two painter people, and a roof . . . er . . . guy. It's too early to come up with something that starts with "r". Also, we're supposed to have a lawnmower delivered today. There is no internet at the new house, but maybe I can piggyback on a neighbor's.

Have a good day, Bitches!

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