Little does she know what awaits...

Hee! I really didn't. Lots of thinkiness, yay!

I finished 71 job applications.

This school is looking for math professors. I'm very tempted to not apply just because of the absolutely ridiculous misuse of statistics here: [link] (Pretty much everything from "Barron's" until the end of that paragraph.)

That just means that they need you!

Hil, Vortex speaks for me.

Oh, and apropos of nothing, Jo Walton has written a wonderful poem on her policies with regard to elves: [link]

Clever and good poetry besides.

Also one of her commenters has a great poem in response: Elf Insurance.

Yay, Hil!

TCG is at a meeting, and I am watching TV and drooling over Nigella Lawson's Christmas cookbook.

Go Hil with the applications! Apply then set them straight after you're hired.

I read all of the discussion today. Way to break in the new thread!

I think the only words mentioned that I use regularly are crazy and lame. Never gave these words a second thought. I didn't use lame until I started mimicking the kids. I don't think I could drop crazy because there is just too much crazy stuff going on in this world.

I've never cursed or used derogatory language in large part because of my parents and the Catholic school thing. I never heard it in my youth and never adopted these words. When I encountered the terms as an adult they never appealed to me. Using words that describe genitalia or sexual acts as the worst thing you can say and hugely negative just never made sense to me.

I would be horrified if I used a term that someone found offensive or hurtful. It's just not the way I roll.

That said, I do get amused when y'all get your potty mouths going and my dearest friend here can't manage a sentence without cursing. So, just not part of my language set.

Don't know if that made any sense, but it is Fringe time for me now so I'll be back later.

Oh, dear. The Nigella cookbook had a link to this British import stuff. I want everything! Especially the elderflower presse and the tiptree jam.

Oof. This wisdom tooth has been about a millimeter or two below the gum line for at least a month now. And every few days, it moves slightly and starts pressing against a nerve.

I'm making a dentist appointment for sometime Thanksgiving week.

I know Eddie Izzard's dress-wearing has come up here, a long time ago, and I just noticed this on IMDB:

I am a card-carrying transvestite. Always have been, always will be.