Oh, google mail, that is sooo two months ago.
In third grade it was my turn to go outside to clap the erasers, and I got locked out. All I remember is having these big spongy erasers (as long as your (3rd grade-sized) arm, chamois cloth on three sides and chalky grey on the last) in my arms, and the complete unmovingness of the door, which might as well have been part of the wall. It was the same industrial brown as the building. I, being a meek child, could not assert myself by knocking (horrors!) or peering in the window, shading my eyes against the glass until one of the other kids noticed me. I stood on the little square of concrete outside the door and imagined the bus stopping by my house and my mother phoning (not calling, phoning -- people phoned in the '80s, when you were little) the school when I didn't get off.
The teacher realized at some point that they were a student short -- probably the next time she needed to erase something -- and let me in.
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Hey, that's just how I read the New Yorker! (Link via Arts & Letters Daily.
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Because of the name of my .org, whenever people say "doing stuff," I giggle to myself. Tee-hee.
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Oh. The bus. Bad bus luck today, all around. Missed the first bus of the day, because it was by my count a full two minutes EARLY (who has heard of such a thing?). The last two of the day were bad for different reasons. It happened to be raining persistently, so there was the issue of what to do with the dripping umbrella (a girl said to me, "I like your clear-bubble umbrella," and I said "Thank you.") on the new bus with cushioned seats. For some reason, the air conditioning was going full blast, which is great for those of us clad in damp cordoury. The first driver subscribed to the Mouse-Stomping School of Ac- and Deceleration. Oh my. The second driver thought it would be appropriate to listen to Sean "Puffy" Hannity's radio program at deafening levels (so you can hear the hatey goodness over the a.c.).
Luckily the Hannity Hatery (like a bakery, only for hate) serves up bile between two nice big Texas-toast slices of commercials and sensationalistic local news, so my delicate, liberal, raccoon-crying-over soul was only subjected to one batch of hatepuffs. Today we were baking up the hate for whoever said that John McCain & co. are better patriots than King George & the Chickenhawks on Fox yesterday. There wasn't really an argument put forth as to why such a jerk deserved The Hate, just mutual scoffing between Puffy and a Real Big Fan from small-town U.S.A.
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Re: "The Program." [Borg voice]: I am convinced. That the. Professionals. Need the. Pro-gram.
Hannity is love. Peace out.
The teacher realized at some point that they were a student short -- probably the next time she needed to erase something -- and let me in.
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Hey, that's just how I read the New Yorker! (Link via Arts & Letters Daily.
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Because of the name of my .org, whenever people say "doing stuff," I giggle to myself. Tee-hee.
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Oh. The bus. Bad bus luck today, all around. Missed the first bus of the day, because it was by my count a full two minutes EARLY (who has heard of such a thing?). The last two of the day were bad for different reasons. It happened to be raining persistently, so there was the issue of what to do with the dripping umbrella (a girl said to me, "I like your clear-bubble umbrella," and I said "Thank you.") on the new bus with cushioned seats. For some reason, the air conditioning was going full blast, which is great for those of us clad in damp cordoury. The first driver subscribed to the Mouse-Stomping School of Ac- and Deceleration. Oh my. The second driver thought it would be appropriate to listen to Sean "Puffy" Hannity's radio program at deafening levels (so you can hear the hatey goodness over the a.c.).
Luckily the Hannity Hatery (like a bakery, only for hate) serves up bile between two nice big Texas-toast slices of commercials and sensationalistic local news, so my delicate, liberal, raccoon-crying-over soul was only subjected to one batch of hatepuffs. Today we were baking up the hate for whoever said that John McCain & co. are better patriots than King George & the Chickenhawks on Fox yesterday. There wasn't really an argument put forth as to why such a jerk deserved The Hate, just mutual scoffing between Puffy and a Real Big Fan from small-town U.S.A.
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Re: "The Program." [Borg voice]: I am convinced. That the. Professionals. Need the. Pro-gram.
Hannity is love. Peace out.
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