Oh, this is the being bullying we talked about. OK, wading in. (BTW, does autoplay.)
Natter 69: Practically names itself.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
My principal is trying to get my kids to participate in this anti-bullying program called My Life My Power. So I checked out the website and it's a trainwreck. BUT also fantastic for a minilesson on (1) parallel structure, (2) the power of editing and revising, and (3) the importance of ethos and establishing credibility. Check it out: [link] (I don't know if the video autoplays, so beware).
Wow. That's horrible.
Watching Monday Night Football is making it clear to me that everyone in the world gives their loved ones cars for Christmas, and I am obviously just not loved enough.
OWOWOW. That site. OW.
I think the big bows on cars is probably one of the single most obnoxious things about Christmas. It is more obnoxious than bad fruitcake, more obnoxious than "War on Christmas", more obnoxious than women's orgasm jewelry faces.
Are you not being taught Financial Illiteracy
Favorite line on the website!
Sigh.
Is this sentence funny, or overwrought?
I wondered how often it is the case that these sorts of Professional Development classes are compared to the infamous Jim Jones cult. There must be some Godwinesque rule that the closer one gets to a Briggs Meyer test, the odds of drinking cyanide-laced grape drink approach 1:1.
Also, will a general reader get what I mean by Godwinesque?
I wondered how often it is the case that these sorts of Professional Development classes are compared to the infamous Jim Jones cult.
I would take out "it is the case that."
Also, will a general reader get what I mean by Godwinesque?
I suspect no, but is the book aimed at people who are Internetty? Because they ought to.
Thanks, Steph. It felt clunky. I'm so punchy I am not sure I am writing in English.
I always assume my audience is internetty, or generationXy, or someone else who understands the cut of my jib.
I have done too many things today. I have done too many things over the past week. My last task involved me having to say the words "My mother has cancer" and that's it. I'm done. I just can't, anymore. My ER visit didn't break my headache. This is the same one since last week. I've been running pretty much for days on end.