Attention!

I need these.

Then I'll need the gloves.

And the hat.

And the glasses.

And the cravat.

And the coat + Waistcoat.

Black slacks can be had anywhere.

And I'll need a nice cross to use as a toothpick.

Yes, Steve, I'm gonna seriously look at an Alucard cosplay.

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( A very late friday five, stolen from my beloved Lisa. )

Either students finally learned to stop doing IS at the last minute, or tomorrow is going to be purest chaos.

Quote of the day

Between any male and female, there is always the unspoken question: Are we going to have sex? Most of the time the answer is "no", but it's still there, like a rhinoceros sitting in the corner that nobody mentions...

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The problem with having a heavy wooden table leg next to you is that eventually, you just start wondering if there's anything around that wouldn't be missed, and if you could trash it without getting into too much trouble.

Still quiet on the Western front.

Uh-huh.

Okay.

I can understand that somehow, some way, we have students who have gone to college for four years and don't understand the most basic possible GUI stuff on their own PCs, such as 'Click on the folder.' I can even accept that there is a possibility it's not entirely their fault. God knows that an Amish/Amazonian Rainforest/Klik-klik tribe/Hippie upbringing is a major handicap with that sort of thing.

But if you have paid over $100,000 for a four year college education, are over the age of twenty, and still can't grasp the concept of The Door on the Left is locked, the Door on the Right is UNLOCKED, and then complain about it when we finally come and see why you've been KNOCKING on the UNLOCKED door for ten minutes, I'm sorry, but you've failed.

You are an utter fucking failure in dealing with the world of men. Please go home, put your whole head in front of the shotgun, and thank you for calling.