Java, that's horrifying.

Ok, random change of topic. I just got this question from a friend and don't know the answer:

Do you remember, and I'm paraphrasing, the author who said that one should look for a partner in life with whom one shares conversation, because conversation is the only thing one may have when one is old? And can you direct me to the quote?

Anyone know?

No, I think that would be nice, Cindy. Just don't talk about fertility rituals and shit. A special acknowledgement is nice...I wish my mother had done a bit more. Not cake more, but my mother is a major stoic and not much for rituals and Emoting.

I found "Ultimately the bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or in friendship, is conversation..." from Oscar Wilde. [link]

Heh. The full Oscar Wilde quote:

"Ultimately the bond of all companionship, whether in marriage or in friendship, is conversation, and conversation must have a common basis, and between two people of widely different culture the only common basis possible is the lowest level."

[link] Probably not what you were looking for.

Man, Vortex, your dad was so cool.

I, for reasons unknown to me, dutifully kept things secret (there was a stash of pre-menopause pads and tampons in the basement that lasted a few months) until I had to request a purchase of pads be made.

It didn't occur to me until I was well into my 20s that there was anything abnormal about my cycle (where 35 days was a short cycle, and sometimes, I could go a few months). I clearly needed to talk about my period more.

Mine averages about 22 days. STILL.

Wow, Cindy! That's way more cool than Emmett eager to show me his new Man Hair Down There.

Please let this be the last post on the pubic-hair state of any Buffista offspring. Ever.

I beg. I plead. I pray.

Please let this be the last post on the pubic-hair state of any Buffista offspring. Ever.

Okay. But it was worth it to make Cindy's husband laugh.

Tell that to Emmett's shrink.

Don't go putting Emmett and shrink in the same sentence when we're still reeling from the puppetshow image, for the love of heaven!

shudders

(Okay, yeah, I nearly spat Pepsi Max on my computer, but still...)

Anyhoo - reasons that T (my Very Autistic Kid) is awesome, number 872: not only does he have a tendancy to express himself thus: "Oh Em Jee!" but the other day when it was home time, and he'd scooted back into the class, and I'd chased him back out, and he'd scooted back in, and I rounded him up again, and was all "Dude - shoes! Hat! Home! Go!" he pointed out that there's no a/c in the corridor (which is open onto the courtyard), and I had to grant this, but reiterated that he needed to line up with the rest of us, to which he retorted: "Fail! Epic fail!" and I collapsed into giggles.

Also? He uses emoticons in his writing sometimes. Which strikes me as awesome. (And his writing is v. good.)

This week in Literacy we are learning how to write our own Mary Sue and composing Star Wars fanfic. Because I am awesome.

Oooh - hey, some of our faithful listeners may recall earlier seasons of Fay's Adventures In Teaching, which featured manga-eyed Ray: The Cutest Kid In The World? Well, I've got some of the kids from that class again, including wee Ray. Only it's 3 years later, and now they can do much more stuff! Yay!