OK. I'm officially pissed off.
So in the class where they injected us with the Wrath of Hell Lecturers for Not Daring to Know the Topic of the Random Paragraphs They were Surprisingly Asking about (out of 40 pages of reading, so I'm really not whining here), I planned to do this week's reading thoroughly so they won't have complaints.
Then, 2 pages were missing from one of the sources they gave online to read. Yours truly went 3 times to the library searching for them in vain, then spent another hour trying to get something out of the second or third (that's how far I narrowed it down) of the The Cambridge Ancient History, Vol. 8/9 online. Again, in vain.
So I'm now going to the library trying to figure out of the fragmented text the questions they might surprise us with tomorrow. I'm not going to email them since it'll seem too little too late, and mostly because they didn't told us what are their emails, so I can't email them.
If they'll dare to try and make us (or actually, me) feel bad about not reading the whole text, as I suspect they will, I'm gonna scream. I spent about an hour and a half trying to search for something that should have been there (oh, where art thou, pages 70-71?). I think it's more than enough. And it's not like I have too much free time on my hands.
Edit: OK, I might have been over reacting. I just found the missing vol. and there was... a map. But there was no way knowing if the text was out of context of not!
ION, sister texted me that earlier today: "I'm going to hell! I just shoot a tractor and blew it up.". There wasn't anyone in said tractor, so I'm still wondering why she reacted that way.
omnis, I didn't know you were working on MSND. How awesome!
Ryan's insanely cute, and wow, you look like your Dad, Billytea.
Happy birthday, Ginger!
I hope a nice Halloween was had by all.
We did not meet this standard as Matilda was a raving all-night tantrum beast killing all available sleep and shredding every last nerve. She completely lost her shit.
Admittedly we committed a crime against humanity by insisting that she sleep in her own bed.
She completely lost her shit.
Dang, that sucks. Hope today is better.
I hope a nice Halloween was had by all.
We went to the last stop on the zombie crawl -- an art gallery that used to be a church. The second floor still has the churchy hanging lamps, and a confessional was turned into a bathroom. Seriously.
They projected old B movies on the ceiling (w/o sound) all night -- while we were there, we caught Christopher Lee in the Hammer classic "Dracula and His Vampire Bride" (which IMDB tells me is "The Satanic Rites of Dracula"), featuring Joanna Lumley as Jessica Van Helsing. Fun!
There was also a sword-swallowing, bed-of-nails-lying-on, machete-juggling sideshow performing. Also lots of zombies, a Joker and Harley Quinn who were NOT together but got lots of requests for pictures together, many witches, many pirates, and one frighteningly accurate Lady Gaga.
I was a kitty, and The Boy was a fairy princess. He also got many requests for pictures.
On our way out the door to go home, an older man, dressed in a sort of gold lame toga-ish thing, with a big gold crown on his head and gold wings, holding a battery operated torch thingy, was coming up the steps. I started laughing and said, "Another fairy!"
The dude said (somewhat inebriatedly), "I am KING OF THE FAIRIES!" Then he looked The Boy up and down and said, "...but YOU can be my queen!"
I took The Boy home before he ended up as the captive love slave queen of the fairies.
I took The Boy home before he ended up as the captive love slave queen of the fairies.
Heh. A wise course of action.
