I could teach political science. OOh and history of technology.
Spike ,'Conversations with Dead People'
Spike's Bitches 41: Thrown together to stand against the forces of darkness
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Actually a close friend just moved to Seattle! I'm sure I'll be coming out there in the next year once she gets a house and I, er, get a job.
She works as an accountant. She's the quirkiest, most non-linear person I know (counting Buffistas, so that's sayin' something) and she's...an incredibly competent account. Always boggles the hell out of people.
I was wondering if we'd have a government type teacher. Excellent.
We can have croquet on the fairytale English garden part of the lawn. It's south of the Zen garden, where fencing is taught on nice days. Yes, Zen and fencing. Works for me.
Just imagine how fun our Halloween carnival will be!
I'd teach electronics and how to wire a capacitor to a toilet seat to give someone a welcome they won't forget.
Note to self: tower room with private bathroom with a BIG LOCK non-negotiable.
I'm sure we could probably find you an emotionally-tortured and not-very-stable hot guy to hook up with.
Not to steal the thunder from Seattle, but we have scads of these guys in SF. I have three I could throw at you right now.
I don't know that I want to teach, but I'll happily be the advisor for the senior Drama students who want to do all manner of wacky things. I'll especially advise them on how to do such things with absolutely no budget.
senior Drama students who want to do all manner of wacky things. I'll especially advise them on how to do such things with absolutely no budget.
Hee. We already have that at my school. It's called "Senior Experimentals," and it is so very cool. Drew supervised many of them when he taught theatre there.
Just got a talking to from one of Dad's friends. Apparently word of his memorial didn't get out to at least part of the Shriners so they didn't know he had died and that the memorial had happened. The subtext was that I should have known who to call. Just what I needed tonight.
Well fuck.
OH FOR FUCKSSAKE!!! Give me a number, and so help me God I will give those fuckos a piece of my mind. SCREW them. How dare they chastise a grieving son for not knowing how to reach every single person??
at least part
So. At least part of them knew. And they did know who to call. Passive-aggressive motherfuckers in their little scooter-cars and fezzes.
Huh. Are there any open teaching jobs in Seattle or Sf right now? I could sleep in my car...or, apparently, with a rotating smorgasbord of emotionally-totured hot guys! Fun!
Bring teaching cert, red lipstick and condoms!