I had a bizarre "I'm in Torchwood with Eliot Spencer"

Ahahaha! Now that would be a crossover.

I'm in Torchwood with Eliot Spencer

Wait, was there more internet after this sentence? Because I think I got stuck.

Shir, I've been known to gather evidence that backs my opinion and shove it at people who argued stupid positions against me, sometimes days later. Like the guy who insisted that Klaatu was the robot. I mean, really, some things just cannot be allowed to stand.

My problem was not with his argument, which I could attack easily. My problem was with him telling me I'm making stuff up in front of the whole seminar class.

Maybe it's the whole radical sociological theory and Foucault reading I had the past two weeks, but I won't interact in an out-of-line, violent discourse out of my free will. He was out of line. It was a valid academic discussion, up to that point. For discourses I can't stand, there's always the chats with my mother, who NEEDS to hear that everything is fine, or else she'll continue ask. Again, and again, and again. Which makes her a hell of a nurse, but not the best person to take advice from, at times.

Oh, and FTR, in the break just before the class I hit someone with a pen (threw it really hard on his face) for disrespecting Dr. Who (I did give a fair warning before. He still thinks it's a shallow, stupid show and made fun of it. Something had to be done). I don't do violent discourse, but I sure as hell do violence.

And as for Tourchwood, I'm pretty sure I saw their van driving to my campus this morning. Which explains a lot, frankly.

I don't do violent discourse, but I sure as hell do violence.

I less-than-3 you.

I think the interview went pretty well. I should know something from somebody by tomorrow, I think.

Still in a ton of pain and no clue why. It's like every joint in my body decided to just collapse today. I had to have the TENS unit on my left leg and crutches to keep my weight off my right leg just to walk a block. And even then, ow. And I just sneezed and a rib slid out of place.

I less-than-3 you.

Moi aussi.

People need to learn how to mutherfucking CraigsList. You don't post something for $130 and when the person has driven across town say, "I've had a lot of interest. Will you give me $150?" Your ad did not say OBO. It had a set price, I was the first to look at it, and I had cash in hand *and* was buying something else.

Grrr.

And I just sneezed and a rib slid out of place.

Hubby's had that, I'm used to hearing "Ah-choo! Ow, dammit!" That's his degenerative connective tissue disease talking, the rotten thing.

Ha!! My irritation must not have been veiled very well (is it ever?). I just got an exceptionally apologetic email telling me I could still have it at the advertised price.

That's what I thought you said.

Aims, email them back asking if you can have it for $110.