but the stove was on 450F.
I'm prety sure if I had apan of water on that burner it would have started to bubble, and it could have melted plastic and maybe burned paper it was so hot in that area.
"Just...one...more...degree... There!" {Whoosh!}
'Bushwhacked'
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but the stove was on 450F.
I'm prety sure if I had apan of water on that burner it would have started to bubble, and it could have melted plastic and maybe burned paper it was so hot in that area.
"Just...one...more...degree... There!" {Whoosh!}
Oh sj, I was so sorry to hear about your car and other life frustrations. I'm gad you're treating yourself with Chinese.
I agree. This bug is running rampant through the school right now. It starts with a sore throat; then the sneezy, sniffly comes, then the fever. And the fever lingers forever. Very annoying.
I'm at the sore throat/ tired-nottired stage. bah
wow.I was a lazy student.In some cases I thought I was smarter than the teacher. But I was smart enough never to say so.
and thanks barb. that was really funny
My leg is hurting -- a weird muscle pain in my thigh, not like any pain I'm used to. I've been watching House all afternoon, so it's freaking me out.
Mmm, pizza.
Hee. I've been Buff-diving and came across one of my all-time favorite quotes from Aims:
my bobbes were uncle discussing my gauchos. I'm not kidding. It's tripoli crazy because I haven't work any in YONKS.
That will never not be funny.
Oh sj, I was so sorry to hear about your car and other life frustrations. I'm gad you're treating yourself with Chinese.
Thanks. It's ok really. I just need sleep and everything else won't seem so difficult, and I plan on sleeping as soon as this baseball game ends.
But he came back with "I thought you (all) would appreciate my observations."
My brain is melting and draining out my ears with the effort to not pick his observations apart with respect to their logical relationship, or lack thereof, to the original post.
How wrong would it be for me to reply that on second thought I do appreciate his thoughts, and would like to continue the dialog, so long as he does not mind me mocking him mercilessly across the internet? Very wrong?
See, I think that I would get all trolly on his arse, myself, and shred his argument, and generally be the mean kid.
Ditto Hil's idiot student.
Cute Fay's Student moment:
during papier mache making activity
TinyWeeAmericanBoy (looking at bit of newspaper about to be dunked in glue): Hey! This guy is trying to be the new American President!
Fay: Oh! (stares at old white guy) Is that Mr McCain?
TWAB: Yes!
Fay: I prefer Mr Obama.
TWAB: Me too! (dunks paper in glue and slaps it on his balloon with gusto)
Red Sox win! Time to (hopefully) sleep.
I hope all those fevers and nasty colds are gone from buffistas in the morning.
OMG, heard the best song tonight at a benefit I was at (from a group I've heard stuff from before). Sadly only on their MySpace page, but go there and listen to "WifeSwapping"--it's so all about the lesbian drama I'm always telling y'all and the complex "her ex's roommate's ex's new girlfriend's ex..." stuff.
You know, reading Fay's post re: her student and the newspaper made me realize how utterly WEIRD it was to think MR. McCain/MR. Obama.
All we ever hear regarding politicians in the U.S. is predominanatly last names, sometimes the full or first name, but without honorifics. Whereas you very rarely hear a European newscaster refer to a politician as anything but (And I'm hearing BBC broadcasts in my head, and oy, am I old because the veddy British Voices are all saying "Mrs Thatcher"...oh! there's a "Mr Blair." PreCatholic.) Mr or Mrs or Miss.
Query...in Britain, it's still usually Miss, isn't it? I know that my students who were predominantly Hispanic called me "Miss" -- I mean, ALL the students did. "MEESS!" Hee. Respectful courtesies were paramount; even if it were the first day, and they didn't know your name from Adam, you were ALWAYS "Miss" or "Mister" NoLastName, even if they were making fun of you behind your back, to get your attention or to respond to you, it was always with a respectful title.
You know, it makes me feel anachronistic, but I really appreciate it. I believe in equalite, fraternite, blahblah revolutioncakes, but I also believe strongly in manners as a social lubricant. They can be constricting, but I've seen mannered and I've seen mannerless and I'd rather have a dance of courtesy than the senseless anarchy of mannerlessness.
Wow. LAte night tea-driven manner rants. I'm fucking aged.