I for one would like to see meth sessions for our Parliament instated, if only just to see the 'after' pictures of Malcolm Turnbull's delibitating addiction.
Aww, did I hurt your widdle fee-fees?Eh, he probably won't be around much longer. Though I haven't been able to pay attention to politics by osmosis recently.
You must agree, my plan is sheer elegance in its simplicity! My TumblrBloody hell, I'm starting to hate the biology lab. It's not the students, it's the curriculum: The lab manual has some passive-aggressive thing going on. Previous labs made a to-do about the open-endedness of the labs, but for the latest session the manual had a pretty specific setup they wanted the students to do. Except they didn't say so—they just dropped hints and expected the students to figure it out.
"Screw that", I thought. "This lab's going to take forever as it is; I'm just going to tell the kids what the manual wants them to telepathically deduce."
And now the latest answer key has more typos than most of the students' answers. That's just sad.
@Meta: It might just be badly written. A friend and I were just discussing the fact that this happens more often than you would think. She is a technical writer and encounters it all the time. Giving the students a heads up lowers the frustration level. Good idea. Especially if you are dealing with first year freshmen. No matter how smart they are, they are so unprepared for college.
Meta: Was this manual made years ago and used year after year, or is it something that was made the previous summer in between other things? Because it kinda sounds like the latter.
Chemistry can be fun! Figuring out what the heck you're supposed to do from an unhelpful manual is not.
Sakamoto demands an explanation for this shit.Went on a day trip with my husband today. We went to a site that was sacred to the Native American population pre-Columbus. I always expect to arrive at these places after a long trek through the woods. I also usually expect to at least see one ghost some where.
I am a hopeless romantic.
This particular site was a huge stone outcrop at the river's edge. That this over hang was once much larger is evidenced by the big ass stone thingy sticking up out at the water's edge. We got lost three times trying to find it, but when we did, it was less than 150 yards off the side of the road. OK it was maybe a 150 yards UP but still... I could see the roof of our car.
The site has obviously been a party place for a long time, graffiti and more telling, painted over graffiti. But, it was beautiful, the river curling around the outcrop, woods and blue sky. I wanted so badly to sense the spiritual quality of the place. All I could sense was the shrill insistence of the grafitti.
Still, it was a good trip. I found a walking stick. I really needed it, I'm not a sprout any more. It is driftwood and looks like it is a root, there is a gnarled end that fits my hand perfectly. I named it after my favorite bartender. See romantic disclaimer above.
My husband told me later that legend has it a young Native American woman killed herself there because she wanted to marry someone else. I hope not.
OK I'm done now.
Where is all my crotchety old bitches at?
Been mad busy this week with the day job. Emails still backed up 250 deep.
Got my fiscal 2009-2010 budget and had to make up ways to spend it and/or wail about its minuteness. Good news? My little madcap band of fools can look forward to another six months of getting away with it. Bad news? "Marketable Results" required by January, or there will be market-square impalements of the entire aforementioned band of madcap fools.
Goal: Clear, Concise and Witty^Yeotch. Madcap bands of fools must never be impaled. (Is that what he said?)
I hope you at least get to enjoy some of the weekend there F.E.
I am free-lancing again and I forgot how hard it is for people to trust free-lancers with money. They want me to spend my own money or put it on my credit card and then they will reimburse me. Hah. I want them to give me a pre-paid debit card. Hah. So the compromise is that I place everything on hold and send the design team head all over town to buy things for me. There is no way that this can go horribly wrong. psshhttt.
@F.E. Do you think it would work?
True that Madrugada, I hope your mouth is better and that your husband is OK.
There's been a little too much Real Life around here. Lost a friend to cancer, he was 38. Another has just been diagnosed with cancer in a kidney and adjacent hip, she is in her 40's.
I had a birthday and my husband thinks we need to adopt a rescue puppy. I want to adopt a rescue dog, not a puppy. However this pup needs a home and fast.

But in today's world with moar drugs. Should parliament also have stoned, and meth sessions?
You must agree, my plan is sheer elegance in its simplicity! My Tumblr