'The Girl in Question'
[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.
I bet if you spin it that way, they'd be more open to it.
I agree; however, it tends to be a little like "Crazy drama teacher suggested it so, even though she has data to back it up, it automatically is a stupid idea and we won't look into it." I tried to bring back dual-enrollment Humanities this year and they blocked me at every turn.
EARTHQUAKE!
You know, I can't remember if we studied any Shakespeare in high school. We may have, but I barely remember anything we read. Well, other than American Lit, which we seemed to have an awful lot of. I remember House of Seven Gables, Ethan Frome, the Crucible, The Scarlet Letter, some westerns (we had a choice between Big Man, Little Man and something else which I don't remember any more.) Actually, I think we did something in my freshman year, it might have been Merchant of Venice when I think back.
he he ... I remember in my intellectually challenged high school we were reading Julius Caesar and, rather than have to listen to the barely-literate try to stumble through the reading, the teacher put on a recording of actors reading it (with added emotion!). That's when I discovered that we were using the Bowlderized version ... 'cause Brutus's wife tells him to come to bed.
...and CNN now has it in breaking news as a 5.8 centered just east of Los Angeles.
I am brilliant. I scheduled a meeting with my coworker just prior to my weekly meeting from hell.
In the spa room.
With alcohol.
I don't think we'll give a shit what is said in WMfH.
I am back. Pretty much.
The Semester That Ate My Brain is over
*weak yay!*
The
We interrupt this post for a brief earthquake. So Cal is so cool.
Slacker!Co-Worker is back from extended sick time/disability/back problems, etc.
And I miss you guys, so now that my biggest timesucks are over, I declare myself returned (tentatively).
So, how's everyone? Places chin in hands, ready to listen attentively.
In the spa room.
Your perks are not like my human perks.
With alcohol.
Nope. Not at all like.
Vortex - speaking as someone who is a hardcore procrastinator, hit 'em where they live. Otherwise they'll end up like me.
Okay, I'm officially an Angelino. That was a scary quake, though thankfully it was short.