{{Vortex}}

{{DJ & friend}}

Yeah, add me to the wondering if the whole world has taken their stupid pills.

Less than an hour ago, I very nearly rear-ended a car with the bumpersticker "Liberalism is a mental condition."

hands Vortex a shot of Fernet

{{{{DJ}}}} Aw, hon.

I think Perkins and Juliana called dibs.

MINE MINE MINE MINE. (Bonus tattoo AND guitar in that last one.)

Speaking of students, I just had to leave the Reference Desk and put up a sign for people to find me in my office because one of our students was chewing a big wad of gum so loudly with his mouth open I was grossed out.

MINE MINE MINE MINE.

Guh.

Well, the sun is out and the snow is slowly melting away. Gonna take me a while to get used to this.

I told y'all about the dude with the bumper sticker on his shiny SUV that said something to the effect that vegetarians are wimps because meat eaters go out and hunt for their food, right?

Because I would bet my ass that dude was on his way to Central Market to buy whatever snootified meat they have behind the counter. This is Dallas; YOU ARE NOT DAVEY CROCKETT!

I had no idea about the Ursulines, but now I am starting to love them. Awww.

Asshole kid's mother just called me and claimed that he got the application after the deadline. Just checked FedEx, and he got it SIX days before the deadline.

Good grief. That's dumb. (Also, I had no idea you still had to request applications by mail--can't you download everything on the internet, these days?)

The talk of grandmothers dying during finals makes me feel guilty that my grandmother really DID die during finals, my freshman year of college. Although as far as I remember, the only thing that I did was request from one prof to take the exam EARLY (which, sure, is still a request, and to leave school early, but...). My mom drove up earlier than she would've otherwise, and packed up my room while I took my last exam (which, since the prof let me take the other one a few days early, was on like, Saturday instead of Tuesday or something).

{{{DJ}}}

Also, {{{Vortex}}}. People need to lay off you. Seriously.

Thanks for all the ~ma. Presentation went very well. DONE!!!!

The talk of grandmothers dying during finals makes me feel guilty that my grandmother really DID die during finals

Don't you dare feel guilty. I -- and everyone else who teaches that I know -- are fine with making arrangements around real life.

Yay, GC! that is awesome.

woot, GC!!!

The nuns who ran my high school (who I also do freelance work for now) are Ursulines, and they kick ass.

I also went to an Ursuline high school (the one connected to my aunt's convent). There weren't a ton of nuns (hee Ton o' Nuns) teaching when I was in school but most of the ones who were still there were pretty kick ass. (Except the principal Sister Marian who was my nemisis.) It's an order that puts a very high priority on education. Many of my instructors were PhDs.