I'm pretty sure that one was dedicated to the service of Cthulhu.

Or Tino.

I hate to alarm people but... has anyone ever seen Cthulhu and Tino together?

Are they the same person/entity?

Are they the same person/entity?

I don't know which one is making my work-life hell right now, and I don't care, but he needs to stop it right now.

I am so sick of thin skinned professionals. If you don't want to incur my wrath, do not come into my library and announce to my class that research is boring. Arg.

If you don't want to incur my wrath, do not come into my library and announce to my class that research is boring.

I love research. WRITING is boring.

t runs away, fast

I haz internet again! Woot. Stupid Time/Warner was out all night! If AT&T Universe wasn't more expensive I'd hop on that bandwagon.

ETA: Huh. I'm thinking the prices went down. Looks to be the same price now, only the internet is a 1/3 the speed. Of course, checking the speed of Cable-Internet in the late morning when everyone is at work, might not be the best gauge. Does anyone know if U-verse is a constant speed?

WRITING is boring.

I'm fine with personal opinions. But don't go into teaching what you hate, or find boring, announce it to the class you're teaching, and then get all defensive when I suggest that you're not the right person to do the job if you can't show some enthusiasm for it.

Also,

::smishes smonster::

snuggles into the smonster corner.

that is why I work as a librarian , not any sort of writer.

But don't go into teaching what you hate, or find boring, announce it to the class you're teaching,

Well, YEAH.

and then get all defensive when I suggest that you're not the right person to do the job if you can't show some enthusiasm for it.

HAHAHA I love you.

::smishes sparky::

::snuggles beth::

I'm going to be singing this song all day.

Feminists don't have a sense of humor...

Just got an email from my cousin (of sorts) asking me about thyroid stuff. She has a goiter and a thyroid that is being wonky.

I'm seriously considering calling Erin Brokovich or something. Almost every woman I know from our old neighborhood has thyroid issues! Some cancer, some not, but most of the women that I've spoken to have had some sort of thyroid issues. It's really starting to freak me out.

So this is really weird.

Since we moved in May, we've had a cleaner come in weekly. She was nice, if a bit stroppy*, and did a good job. She left a couple of weeks ago to go back to studying.

Since she left, we've been noticing things that we think have gone missing. Not things that would be immediately obvious. A bag with The Girl's theatrical props in it, including a broken laptop (that didn't look broken). A small box of papers that contained our tenancy agreement. We've been scouring the house for these things recently, and decided we must either be going a bit loopy (always entirely possible), or that maybe the cleaner threw these things out by mistake.

Today my not-stepmother stopped by. She used to stay here regularly, when she was taking an M.A. course in London. She just popped in to get the suitcase that she had left in the study.

No suitcase. We looked everywhere. I'm going to get my PCA to turn the house upside-down (again) tomorrow. But there really isn't anywhere, in this really quite small flat, where it could be. A box and a bag, I understand, just about. But a suitcase? We're starting to re-think the sudden disappearance of the former cleaner.

I don't want to accuse the poor former cleaner if she's entirely innocent. But what other explanation could there be? Well. There could be leprechauns living under the stairs. The hall cupboard could be a portal to Narnia. Tino. Cthulu. Rupert Murdoch. Or tomorrow I could remember that I took the box, the bag and the suitcase to the bottom of the public swimming pool for safe keeping. OK, there's a few possible explanations. Not many, though.

WRITING is boring.

Research is interesting, writing is interesting. Reviewing literature - now that is Of The Devil. (Can you tell what part of my dissertation I'm working on right now? Clue. It's not the fun part.)

But don't go into teaching what you hate, or find boring, announce it to the class you're teaching, and then get all defensive when I suggest that you're not the right person to do the job if you can't show some enthusiasm for it.

Yeah, that's never a good idea.

* "You want me to do WHAT?"
"Vaccuum. Seeing as how you're, like, the cleaner."
"Huh. OK."
"Also, could you fold the clothes that are hanging on the dryer?"
Cleaner walks away with an appalled look that clearly says 'crazy lesbians.'