Why do they call it an infinite hole? It's not infinite. Google, in fact, tells me the diameter is 12,756.2km, but the whole oblate spheroid thing mucks it up a bit.
You'll fight, and you'll shag, and you'll hate each other till it makes you quiver, but you'll never be friends.
Spike ,'Sleeper'
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.
§ ita § - Nov 18, 2009 6:46:16 pm PST #994 of 30000
Well not canonically, no, but this is transformative fiction.
SailAweigh - Nov 18, 2009 6:48:46 pm PST #995 of 30000
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb
Hee, Cash. I could get behind that, show you all the cool places to hang out.
Vortex - Nov 18, 2009 6:48:54 pm PST #996 of 30000
"Cry havoc and let slip the boobs of war!" -- Miracleman
Okay, I cannot be the only one who keeps reading this as "vasovaginal" and having to do a double take.
I was JUST thinking that.
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Nov 18, 2009 9:46:44 pm PST #997 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
Well, at least we're all in the Indian Ocean. I'm presuming that's where Buffista Island is.
I'd have to catch a boat. I'm in the South Pacific, just off the coast of New Zealand. (My mother used to ask "Are you trying to reach Australia?" when I dug in the sand. She was nearly right.)
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Nov 18, 2009 11:36:51 pm PST #998 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
Shir - Nov 19, 2009 1:00:52 am PST #999 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
I'll end up in the South Pacific Ocean.
Seska, yay for good news, boo for the being sick while deadlines.
{{Anne}}
I want to see today's ep of Wake Up With Laurie, but I'm in a Very Redundant class. I wonder when we'll learn something new.
Seska (the Watcher-in-Training) - Nov 19, 2009 1:08:33 am PST #1000 of 30000
"We're all stories, in the end. Just make it a good one, eh?"
I am going to Starbucks. The drive + walk + coffee might keep me awake enough to do some work while there.
I'm in a Very Redundant class. I wonder when we'll learn something new.
Why does this happen so often at uni? I used to sit in pointless classes calculating how much that session had cost me (about £150 an hour, if you don't account for also paying for resources, library etc). Maybe if I get one of the PhD teaching scholarships I'm applying for, these experiences will remind me to make classes vaguely worthwhile.
Hope your studies get more interesting soon, Shir.
Shir - Nov 19, 2009 1:12:53 am PST #1001 of 30000
"And that's why God Almighty gave us fire insurance and the public defender".
Hope your studies get more interesting soon, Shir.
They mostly are. You know, it's just (mostly) sociology - the combination of their inferiority complex in the field of social sciences with (still. In the 5th week) repeating on last's year statistics makes my death wish grow.
But now I can calculate the regression for it.
Oh, and good luck with the productivity and waking up!
billytea - Nov 19, 2009 1:41:17 am PST #1002 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
Weird. It's now 10:40 pm, pitch black, and I can hear a flock of parrots (lorikeets, I think) flying through my neighbourhood. This is not normal behaviour.
billytea - Nov 19, 2009 1:53:11 am PST #1003 of 30000
You were a wrong baby who grew up wrong. The wrong kind of wrong. It's better you hear it from a friend.
I'm in a Very Redundant class. I wonder when we'll learn something new.
Yeah, I've had that with one of my units this semester, a prereq I was obliged to take. (Did the exam yesterday.) I seriously learned nothing useful that I didn't already know. (I did, however, wind up tutoring three Chinese students, which may be useful if I try to get a job in teaching/training.)