In A Galaxy Far, Far Away
Why merely gripe about work when there's so much other wierdness in the world ?
EPISODE 7: RETURN OF THE WANNA-BE JEDIS
Being avowed Star Wars geeks and proud of it, Vinnie and I attended the Technology of Star Wars event last weekend. After ogling droids, Wookies and landspeeders for 3 hours with my fellow nerdlings, I made note of a disturbing trend that I feel it is my civic duty to comment on: reciting movie dialogue after the age of 40 is not the best way to impress women. Well, except for the one special lady who stood next to us in line for the Hyperspace ride. She's apparently available, which shocked me- she has 14 Star Trek costumes, an over-abundance of occult jewelry, and yellowed snaggleteeth that would make Biftovo jealous. How is it that some lucky fellow hasn't snatched her up already ?
MY PEACE I LEAVE UNTO YOU
Not only was half the pre-school absent on Monday due to a combo of strep/flu/allergies, but also Li Li- hurray ! Adrien, Antony, and Allen (apparently all evildoers' names start with "A") were also absent, plunging us into an eerie silence that caused Kary's stress-induced rash to temporarily clear up. We were able to actually interact one-to-one with our students while debating on important topics such as our past-lives and Tiny the chef's alcoholism.
IT'S GETTING HOT IN HERE, THEY TOOK OFF ALL THEIR CLOTHES
Cost of central air: Lots of money
Experiencing relief from our collective hot flashes: Worth every penny
Having the new central-air unit break on the first morning we ran it: Priceless
MAD AS A HORNET
I'm not sure who was more upset- the unsuspecting bee sunning itself on the climber, or Conroy, the unsuspecting toddler who slapped his hand down on it. It took 2 adults to restrain Conroy's thrashing so I could pull the stinger out, and he remained hopping mad (literally) for the rest of the morning.
IT WAS MUSIC TO MY EARS
What was, you ask ? The sounds of three- yes, three- new toddlers crying, whining, and
flat-out screaming for their mothers. Not suprisingly, both Kary and I took sick days this week, causing Shanana to declare "You suck !" to each of us when we returned.
SPEAKING OF SCREAMING...
What Adrien screamed about this week:
- toilet paper that didn't flush down the first time
- the headbutt Travis gave him in retaliation for being kicked several times
- fruit in his yogurt (he emphasized his disgust for bananas by flinging his shoe)
- a broken taco shell and its resulting spillage
- anyone else riding any trike at any time
- no, I am not making these up
BITS AND PIECES (SING ALONG IF YOU REMEMBER THE WORDS)
- Banjo now removes his smock 140 times a day, along with his shoes.
- Reva has yet to collapse into a sickly heap from sun exposure. However, she does look dehydrated from hauling herself around in 3 layers of sun-blocking fleece on 75-degree days.
- Waffle is demanding another raise, which I suspect will be used to finance the correction of her bungled nose-job.
- My math teacher laughed at my test, and only my test, then gave me a B despite the presence of only 3 correct answers out of 10. I'm sure my Beginning Algebra teacher will appreciate Professoer Phule's progressive grading policy as much as I do...
EPISODE 7: RETURN OF THE WANNA-BE JEDIS
Being avowed Star Wars geeks and proud of it, Vinnie and I attended the Technology of Star Wars event last weekend. After ogling droids, Wookies and landspeeders for 3 hours with my fellow nerdlings, I made note of a disturbing trend that I feel it is my civic duty to comment on: reciting movie dialogue after the age of 40 is not the best way to impress women. Well, except for the one special lady who stood next to us in line for the Hyperspace ride. She's apparently available, which shocked me- she has 14 Star Trek costumes, an over-abundance of occult jewelry, and yellowed snaggleteeth that would make Biftovo jealous. How is it that some lucky fellow hasn't snatched her up already ?
MY PEACE I LEAVE UNTO YOU
Not only was half the pre-school absent on Monday due to a combo of strep/flu/allergies, but also Li Li- hurray ! Adrien, Antony, and Allen (apparently all evildoers' names start with "A") were also absent, plunging us into an eerie silence that caused Kary's stress-induced rash to temporarily clear up. We were able to actually interact one-to-one with our students while debating on important topics such as our past-lives and Tiny the chef's alcoholism.
IT'S GETTING HOT IN HERE, THEY TOOK OFF ALL THEIR CLOTHES
Cost of central air: Lots of money
Experiencing relief from our collective hot flashes: Worth every penny
Having the new central-air unit break on the first morning we ran it: Priceless
MAD AS A HORNET
I'm not sure who was more upset- the unsuspecting bee sunning itself on the climber, or Conroy, the unsuspecting toddler who slapped his hand down on it. It took 2 adults to restrain Conroy's thrashing so I could pull the stinger out, and he remained hopping mad (literally) for the rest of the morning.
IT WAS MUSIC TO MY EARS
What was, you ask ? The sounds of three- yes, three- new toddlers crying, whining, and
flat-out screaming for their mothers. Not suprisingly, both Kary and I took sick days this week, causing Shanana to declare "You suck !" to each of us when we returned.
SPEAKING OF SCREAMING...
What Adrien screamed about this week:
- toilet paper that didn't flush down the first time
- the headbutt Travis gave him in retaliation for being kicked several times
- fruit in his yogurt (he emphasized his disgust for bananas by flinging his shoe)
- a broken taco shell and its resulting spillage
- anyone else riding any trike at any time
- no, I am not making these up
BITS AND PIECES (SING ALONG IF YOU REMEMBER THE WORDS)
- Banjo now removes his smock 140 times a day, along with his shoes.
- Reva has yet to collapse into a sickly heap from sun exposure. However, she does look dehydrated from hauling herself around in 3 layers of sun-blocking fleece on 75-degree days.
- Waffle is demanding another raise, which I suspect will be used to finance the correction of her bungled nose-job.
- My math teacher laughed at my test, and only my test, then gave me a B despite the presence of only 3 correct answers out of 10. I'm sure my Beginning Algebra teacher will appreciate Professoer Phule's progressive grading policy as much as I do...
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