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viedmaHey Hey Hey, whaddaya say...
I'm a remarkably chipper woman for someone who had to get up an hour earlier than she normally has to. But it's ok. This week's a four day week, and next week is ACAP, and after that, i will be so late to work for the next few weeks that i'm going to break some of my old records, including skipping out in the middle of the day and not coming back, etc. I'm taking a page out of Temp Slave (Work! Work! {ggl}) and am going to see how much i can get away with.
Had dinner with a couple of my ESOL students last night-- very nice, considering my total lack of cooking skills. But really, it was nice- their English is getting better all the time, and we had fun last night studying for the Maryland driving test and watching TLC's "Best of the Worst Drivers" or some shit like that. I would go over a page in the book, look up, point to the screen, say, 'don't do that,' and we'd laugh and go back to the grind. TLC really *does* make you want to learn! (snort) The amount of reality TV on TLC is getting really weird- i'm flashbacking to Xmas eve at Laurie's parents' house and watching "Best of the Worst Crashes" etc. Real nice to play on people's fears, guys. You should get a medal or something.
But the really awful thing is, after a solid *hour* of this, you get desensitized to it. Laurie and I-- what was it we were saying? I can't remember. all i know that it was beyond tasteless and had us laughing so hard i thought i was gonna burst. I'd be disappointed if the crash was less than spectacular. Not that i wanted anyone to die, mind you. Just that if you're going to wreck expensive stuff, you should do it in style with lots of explosions and bomby things.
And I got mail from Trille this morning. It was from another email addy and in the subject line it read, "Trille. this is Trille. I am TRILLE!" too fucking funny-- like she's a kitty that needs attention. Or she slipped down a well and is yelling for help. You can't tell with these wacky Australians. I swear they're growing them weirder out there.
And i got the hotel reserved for Connexions-- Sweet! I was sorely tempted to register it under "Mary Shabby," but my evil bastard credit card reads my boring ol' legal name. I hope i got a room in the tower, cuz i want to wear a hump and ring the bell. Preferably with my face. That way i may not look familiar to you, but my face rings a bell. (ba-dum-bum)
More later. Evil bastard people insist i work.
I'm a remarkably chipper woman for someone who had to get up an hour earlier than she normally has to. But it's ok. This week's a four day week, and next week is ACAP, and after that, i will be so late to work for the next few weeks that i'm going to break some of my old records, including skipping out in the middle of the day and not coming back, etc. I'm taking a page out of Temp Slave (Work! Work! {ggl}) and am going to see how much i can get away with.
Had dinner with a couple of my ESOL students last night-- very nice, considering my total lack of cooking skills. But really, it was nice- their English is getting better all the time, and we had fun last night studying for the Maryland driving test and watching TLC's "Best of the Worst Drivers" or some shit like that. I would go over a page in the book, look up, point to the screen, say, 'don't do that,' and we'd laugh and go back to the grind. TLC really *does* make you want to learn! (snort) The amount of reality TV on TLC is getting really weird- i'm flashbacking to Xmas eve at Laurie's parents' house and watching "Best of the Worst Crashes" etc. Real nice to play on people's fears, guys. You should get a medal or something.
But the really awful thing is, after a solid *hour* of this, you get desensitized to it. Laurie and I-- what was it we were saying? I can't remember. all i know that it was beyond tasteless and had us laughing so hard i thought i was gonna burst. I'd be disappointed if the crash was less than spectacular. Not that i wanted anyone to die, mind you. Just that if you're going to wreck expensive stuff, you should do it in style with lots of explosions and bomby things.
And I got mail from Trille this morning. It was from another email addy and in the subject line it read, "Trille. this is Trille. I am TRILLE!" too fucking funny-- like she's a kitty that needs attention. Or she slipped down a well and is yelling for help. You can't tell with these wacky Australians. I swear they're growing them weirder out there.
And i got the hotel reserved for Connexions-- Sweet! I was sorely tempted to register it under "Mary Shabby," but my evil bastard credit card reads my boring ol' legal name. I hope i got a room in the tower, cuz i want to wear a hump and ring the bell. Preferably with my face. That way i may not look familiar to you, but my face rings a bell. (ba-dum-bum)
More later. Evil bastard people insist i work.
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Date: 2001-02-12 10:26 am (UTC)BTW, I woke up this morning to my very first website flame--namely, a fellow calling himself "Clint Cowmuscle" (SNERK) who stumbled upon my Newsroom page and informed me that "the show sucks," and is naught but a Larry Sanders Show ripoff, and that "I hope you guys are all freezing your asses off up in Toronto." Er...isn't it kind of plainly stated in the first paragraph of the site that I'm an American? Pity they don't teach reading comprehension in the trailer-park schools these days. LOL. How much you wanna bet this is one of those guys who signs the Canadian World Domination site guestbook with comments like "FUCK YOU CANNADEEAN ASSHOLS AMERICA IS THE BEST FUCKIN' COUNTRY EVUR!!!" Ah, well.
Well, get back to training those polecats, young lady! ;-)