Stephanie Plum fanfic popped up on my lj a week or so ago. Though it was actually Rodney McKay in the Stephanie role, so I don't know that it counts.

I generally don't include references at all and don't remember seeing more than a few people do that in the various round of hiring I've been part of in the past few years. Unless it's specifically required, I don't think I'd do that. (Though in academia and some other fields that might not apply.)

This is for the agency, and is required for my meeting tomorrow, which is the only reason I'm putting it together.

The idiom that's been bothering me is possibly a regional VA thing; it's not Bureaucratic Bullshit Bingo anyway. It's dropping "to be" after "needs" but not adding an "-ing" to the second verb.

See, this kind of thing doesn't bother me because it's consistent and logical and it's just not the grammatical structure that happened to be used by the region that had the most power (ie London) back in the day. It's still pretty standard in spoken English in Scotland, afaik.

Not to mention I read about a My Little Pony fanfic flame war thing that happened because some people were writing explicit stories about the ponies and others were upset.

Oh, fandom, how I love thee.

Although I still didn't manage to make myself read that Care Bear S&M story. But the Sesame Street porn in the last Yuletide was hilarious, I thought. Hifuckinglarious.

Hahaha! I super glued two fingers together. I got them apart, but I still have super glue coated on my fingers. I'm brilliant.

I hate seeing the word "curate" in reference to stores -- as in, "LADiDA" boutique in Toyko has an expertly curated selction of Hello Kitty vibrators."

Bleargh.

Ok, now that I have that off my chest...is there anyone who would be willing to look over my resume? I'm usually pretty good with them, but I haven't done a teacher resume since I got this gig right out of student teaching, and I'm a little insecure about it.

Also -- does anyone know how much I should revamp my teaching portfolio? I haven't touched it since...yeah, student teaching.

EDIT: If anyone's willing to eyeball my res, email addy is good. My net access is flutuating wildly, so I might me on for the next hour or the next minute. Quelle annoying during a job search.

It's still pretty standard in spoken English in Scotland, afaik.

So that's the source of it! There were oodles of Scottish immigrants in my portion of Pennsylvania, and the "You need fed" construction still feels natural to me. I even write with it, because it has a more immediate feel than "You need to be fed."

(this discussion took place several months ago in the Writing thread when someone asked me why I was being so ungrammatical and I went "Huh? What was ungrammatical about that?"

OK, I need to be talked down from a freak-out.

Yesterday I was going downstairs in my sandals, which don't have great treads. Somehow my foot didn't quite grip one stair, and I fell down the last 4-5 steps, none the worse for wear except for a bruised elbow and hip and being a little achy today.

So far, so random. But when I was coming downstairs just now, I somehow turned my ankle on the bottom step and crashed. I think what happened is I noticed one of Annabel's toys on the landing and was sort of already thinking about dodging/stepping over it. But I'm still freaking out that it all means something, even though I feel perfectly healthy and normal, because a healthy and normal 37-year-old shouldn't fall down stairs, especially not two days in a row. Please tell me that at worst this just means it's a good thing I'm getting new glasses within the week or something innocuous like that...

Oh, Susan...honey, I'm the biggest faller in Fallonia. I fall over flat space, barefoot, dead sober. I just..fall.

Stairs? You're FINE.

Erin, I know jackshit about resumes, unfortunately. How are you feeling, though?

Hey, Amy. Actually, I've felt pretty crappy for the last couple of days. I went to graduation, and then a post-grad staff get-together, and then a baby shower on Sat., and I wore heels and tights for the first time...and I spent the last two days in bed.

It sucked. And my stomach is still really sore, and I keep thinking I'm gonna lift a trash bag or something and it'll be 11 pounds not 10, and a giant hernia will pop out of my incision, screeching, and flailing its little insectoid legs like in Alien.

Besides that, kinda ok.