I'd never get stapled because it breaks the skin and I scar like the fragile little flower I am. Nothing bigger than an IV needle will I voluntarily let pierce my flesh temporarily.

Apparently, however, if it won't mark I don't have so much of a problem. Or I'm just so sadistic that my masochism can't compare.

The shocknife rules, though! I was totally the one that got them to get one at krav, and it was like my little pet project from there on in.

I can see a dog being OK with the whole dress-up thing, because they often like attention and pleasing their human. I'm not saying they'd be sitting there debating the merits of a Little Bo Peep costume vs a frog costume. But a number of them would probably be, "Huh. Attention and pettings. OK, whatever."

Cats, on the other hand, would be plotting their vengence, one and all.

Purple wand?

Don't you mean violet? Or am I thinking of something else?

Purple wand?

Don't you mean violet? Or am I thinking of something else?

It is violet. And it's AWESOME.

The teenagers were good. Other things were... fraught. And I lit a fuse right before I left, so I'm waiting to see if it does what I hoped or blows up in my face. Could go either way.

I do have a question for teacher types if any are around.

I feel awful about my self-evaluation. I was such a bullshitter on it. Not verbose, like I'm supposed to be in general, but I did break out the thesaurus. It's pretty shameful.

Thanks to a reminder on another board I have just named my tablet Arya. It feels right.

I'm updating my resume.

I'm so depressed; I really don't want to go back into consulting, back to the days of never being able to schedule anything, dealing with horrible clients yelling at me, pressure to make sure all my hours were billable, doing proposals and marketing, eating at my desk every day, and all that.

I need to see if any non-federal public agencies are hiring--except in this economy, who would be?

I'm so depressed; I really don't want to go back into consulting, back to the days of never being able to schedule anything, dealing with horrible clients yelling at me, pressure to make sure all my hours were billable, doing proposals and marketing, eating at my desk every day, and all that.

I'm sorry, 'Suela. This is such a shitty, shitty thing for them to do to you. Don't give up on the chance of another non-consulting job though.

People are still changing jobs (leading to hiring), I swear! But still: argh, and suck. And good luck.

Ugh Suela, I'm so sorry.

I'm shocked at seeing Frances Bean all grown up, but really I shouldn't be. The name Frances took a wee spike when she was born, but sank like a stone after that.