Xander ,'Empty Places'
[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.
Erin, there may be a cheaper version out there somewhere. There's a paper that makes waterslide decals that might work. Could you write on something like old hose for the arms?
There are washable markers that you can write on skin with and it washes right off. Would that work? Were you hoping for fancy calligraphy-style script? Because that might be hard with Crayola washable markers. Or not -- you could practice. But they really do wash off easily.
So, latest word on the exams is that there will be undergrad proctors in each room, but several of them are people who were just roped into being proctors last night, and I have no idea whether I can trust them all to show up. So, I gave my students the email address that forwards to my Droid, so that they can let me know if something goes wrong.
That seems like all kinds of wrong, Hil.
Ugh Hil, what a mess. I hope someone got his or her ass chewed out for making such a royal muck-up of it.
And I'm unemployed. Oooooookay. :)
I feel you in the mom drama. I got called 'mean and vicious" and told that I had a [something] of evilness, and she didn't know that she did to deserve a child like me because . . . I said "I don't mind picking you up, but could you be ready when I get there?" Actually, I didn't even get to say the second part. She yelled at me for about 10 minutes in the car. And then, after another 10 minutes of silence, started talking like nothing had happened.
And people wonder why I am considering moving to a different state.
::silent headshake of solidarity and a biiiig hug for Vortex::
PNW is lovely thisany time of year.
I said "I don't mind picking you up, but could you be ready when I get there?" Actually, I didn't even get to say the second part. She yelled at me for about 10 minutes in the car. And then, after another 10 minutes of silence, started talking like nothing had happened.
We have the same mom. I mean, I have had this conversation with her a billion times, including the freakish sudden change of temperament.
A soupçon of evilness?
I'm in Hartford right now (second interview) and I'm thinking of you and Nora because I'm sitting in City Steam Brewery, enjoying a Norweigan Wood, which is "a velvety dark lager, aged with cinnamon and cocoa". It is goooooood.
And people wonder why I am considering moving to a different state.
I think they mostly wonder how you've stuck it out where you are this long.
That lager sounds tremendously restorative.