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O Mr. O
11/01/2005 = 05:26 PM

Honk if you had (or have) Mr. O for high school English in general and Advanced Comp in particular.

He didn't get the big award at this year's citywide Teacher of the Year celebration, but he was honored as an exemplary educator, and if you think I'm any good at this shit, he'd be why.

If you don't think I'm any good at this shit, he was also da Bunny's high school English teacher. And the Rev's.

Of course, if that's still not enough evidence for you, he was also my hetero-lifemate's high school English teacher. You may remember her. She's in graduate school, majoring in English.

It's Another Sign of End Times, Peeps:

The help was, of course, of no sort of help at all, and of course it also said "Please let us know if we can be of any further assistance," which made coffee come out of my nose, but still, they replied.

Get your towels together and put up your thumbs; we may need to leave in a hurry.

I don't know if I would ever want to be a kid again, but I do sort of miss that period of my life when the only item I needed money for was unicorn stickers.

Dear J.K. Rowling:

I know authors with integrity aren't supposed to plan their books as though they were casting a movie, but I also know you sort of pictured Robbie Coltrane as Hagrid, so do you think you could do me a solid and picture a character that could, potentially, be played by Julian Sands? 'Cos, I mean. Julian Sands.

Mrowr.

Sincerely,

Golf "If Not, How About Ioan Gruffudd?" Widow

I love the word "fishcakes," as in "So we went, but it wasn't open yet, so we left and got coffee, and came back, and it still wasn't open, so we drove around for a while, and blah, blah, fishcakes ..." but I never remember to use it.

Bisonpoop.

Got my gossip on with my hetero-lifemate the other night. First time in ages. And thank heavens, because my life was feeling decidedly gossip-deprived.

You bet it was juicy. My word.

Oh, you want to get in on it. Dream on. If you want gossip, get your own hetero-lifemate.

Have you ever been so stuck in a laugh loop you were afraid you were going to die from it? Stomach hurting, teary-eyed, light-headed, heart racing, gasping between desperate gulps of air, "Stop! No — more — funny!"

The baby. On America's Funniest Videos. Tummy-down on the changing table. And the

[insert giggle-break here]

fart that sent a puff of talc out of his bum.

There ought to be a law.

< digression>
I know I watched AFV on ABC, which breaks my boycott, but that doesn't count because I just saw it in passing whilst That Man of Mine was watching it.
< /digression>

drinking: nothing
listening to: Neal Morse, The Outsider
desk: messy