Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Yay, Fred Pete! It's wonderful to read these news.
Hil, I'm glad the interview went well.
Count Cockula
Can't. Stop. Laughing.
Existentialist Firefighter Delays 3 Deaths: "at 2:30 a.m. Monday, the alarm sounded at Farber's station house, causing the despondent firefighter to emerge from a deep malaise and, though still absorbed by the sense of dread that has preoccupied him since youth, respond promptly to the request for assistance at the home of Stanley and Joyce Morgenstern."
Perfection. But I actually just read parts of his The Imaginary, The Gaze and some stuff about Bad Faith.
I've started deleting teabaggers and other far right types from my friends list altogether. I don't care. I don't want that shit in my life.
Sean is smart. I wish I could have deleted fascist-right-wingers out of my life.
IOmeN: I forgot to buy the only pussies' alcohol my system is able to enjoy to mark the end of this long, tiring, nerve wrecking week (we're 3 month before test season; I'm spending 9-10 hours per day in uni now, in average). Any suggestions for a brain wiper?
Yay for Max!
Also, an interview that starts at 10 in the morning and ends at 5 in the evening is way too much interview.
My staff University position interview was 9am - 5pm, with a lunch meeting. The day was broken up into 6 different groups of folks. All sessions ran long. It was a wonder I got to use the restroom. That said, glad it went well for you Hil. And also happy they were savvy enough to tackle the vegan food thing so easily. Sounds like smart co-workers. Hope you get the gig! (if you want it, of course).
ION- Carpooling helps get you out of bed. When you are responsible for someone else being on time, it seems to be extra motivation. And, the added benefit of one less car on the road, and that much less pollution in the air (although we both drive Prius, so, not sure how much impact that last thing is.)
Also, can't wait until new building is done, and my office is no longer next to the voice lesson professor. Sad to say, some of these kids just can't sing. Warble does not equal vibrato.
Oh the irony! Vocal lesson is singing a song from Footloose
And maybe he sings off key
That's all right by me
And she is the one off key!! Aaaaahhhh. When do I get my new office???
(And also, the fact that he's a Tea Party sympathizing transexual babybat goth is...well, I can't wait to see how he grows up.)
Wait, what? I can't even begin to parse that sentence. Maybe I need more tea.
I've completely turned into Renfield!Xander in that every time I sea the word "tea", I follow it up with "bagger" in my head. I am not right in the brain.
Oh, hey P-C! I dug up my pictures from my trip to Budapest, if you want to see them (and anyone else who wants to really).
Oooh, some of that food looks soooo good. Not the dubious juice, I mean. And the churches and statues!
I can't even begin to parse that sentence.
Yeah, you know how ALL teenagers think that they're special unique snowflakes who nobody understands? In his case, I think it may actually be true...
Oooh, some of that food looks soooo good. Not the dubious juice, I mean. And the churches and statues!
Oh, Hungarian food. I hope you like your paprika and salt and pepper, P-C.
(My grandfather escaped Budapest in 1942 to Israel. He had an uncle (or was it a great-uncle? Can't remember) called Arpad. Arpad is almost the Hebrew word for vampire, and I thought it was cool. Most of his family, other than the ones who joined the Allies, didn't make it - we had our solid family grain in Austro-Hungary, and it seems like they've made it there in the late 18th century or the beginning of the 19th century from Eastern Europe, and they had to change their name due to antisemitism to make it sound less Jewish).
All that long story was just to say that 1. in my expended family I'm a heretic because I can't eat spicy things, and 2. now, that I really want to learn more on the history of my family. I really need to drag my dad to Yad VaShem one day, to see what we can conjure up with the scraps we know about my dad's side of the family. I mean, we still don't know how my grandmother made it through the Holocaust - she was from Warsaw.
Decisions, decisions.
Let me refer something - something rather more entertaining than usual - to the hivemind.
I have a $75 gift certificate to Zappos. I don't really NEED any new shoes but, hey ... it's a gift certificate!
My requirements - size 10; flats; no pointy toes, no things between the toes. Nothing that runs narrow ('cause my feet certainly don't).
Suggestions?
(sits back to wait)
