threats intra-, extra- and juxtaterrestrial
Yayness! herne_kzn and his Lovely Companion are returning to Cape Town in the near future! The LC apparently has a job in Gardens, and the Dynamic Duo are looking for a flat in that approximate vicinity. Please would Capetonians keep their ears to the ground for likely opportunities? You can leave (non-lewd) suggestions on herne_kzn's blog or litter the comments here with them.
Gawsh, I'm glad it's Friday. The grad list went up this week, and I've thereafter seen a small, sad trickle of students who, in blissful ignorance of the giant gaping holes in their curriculum choice, fondly imagined they were graduating. Number of students in tears in my office this week: three. Number of insoluble curriculum screw-ups: four. Threats of legal action: one. (Futile, they sign taking liability for their choices whenever they register, thereby acknowledging that curriculum advisors are only human and occasionally miss the aforementioned giant gaping holes). Number of screw-ups for which I was personally responsible, at least as unearthed this week: none, fortunately.
Back to the loving hyper-linguistic arms of The Middleman! Goofy Middleman Exclamations Du Jour: "Katy bar the door!" "As serious as a Hefty bag full of Rottweilers!" "Grapes of Wrath!" "Gobsmackit!" "Aw, phooey!" "Hands across America!" "Sands of Zanzibar!" "Guns of Navarone!" and the perennial favourite, "Dagnabbit!" Bonus pun points for "I've got an heir-lock" and "Elemental, my dear Watson", and sf geek cred for the Frank Herbert Junior High School.
Gawsh, I'm glad it's Friday. The grad list went up this week, and I've thereafter seen a small, sad trickle of students who, in blissful ignorance of the giant gaping holes in their curriculum choice, fondly imagined they were graduating. Number of students in tears in my office this week: three. Number of insoluble curriculum screw-ups: four. Threats of legal action: one. (Futile, they sign taking liability for their choices whenever they register, thereby acknowledging that curriculum advisors are only human and occasionally miss the aforementioned giant gaping holes). Number of screw-ups for which I was personally responsible, at least as unearthed this week: none, fortunately.
Back to the loving hyper-linguistic arms of The Middleman! Goofy Middleman Exclamations Du Jour: "Katy bar the door!" "As serious as a Hefty bag full of Rottweilers!" "Grapes of Wrath!" "Gobsmackit!" "Aw, phooey!" "Hands across America!" "Sands of Zanzibar!" "Guns of Navarone!" and the perennial favourite, "Dagnabbit!" Bonus pun points for "I've got an heir-lock" and "Elemental, my dear Watson", and sf geek cred for the Frank Herbert Junior High School.