archives for January 2009
now: with more bone-crunching action!
Saturday 31 January 2009 | 16 cookies in the jar
Pride and Prejudice and Zombies features the original text of Jane Austen’s beloved novel with all-new scenes of bone-crunching zombie action. As our story opens, a mysterious plague has fallen upon the quiet English village of Meryton—and the dead are returning to life! Feisty heroine Elizabeth Bennet is determined to wipe out the zombie menace, [...]
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the spectrum
Sunday 25 January 2009 | 35 cookies in the jar
I do not believe that gifts, whether of mind or character, can be weighed like sugar and butter, not even in Cambridge, where they are so adept at putting people into classes and fixing caps on their heads and letters after their names. [...] All this pitting of sex against sex, of quality against quality; [...]
intermission
Saturday 24 January 2009 | 13 cookies in the jar
Turns into bedtime. It’s after midnight, and the B., who has to my gaping astonishment and possibly also his, gone seven days without a cigarette, is passed out after I fed him black beans, rice, cheese enchiladas, avocado and tomato, and took us both for a walk in the rain. Really I should call it [...]
rassling
Friday 23 January 2009 | 10 cookies in the jar
Worst mood all day. Then I find this on Ratemyprofessor.com and immediately start grinning, and am completely cheerful. She’s such a witty awkward little woman. Extremely intelligent. Deserves to be at a higher position, that’s why it may seem like she might not care about what she’s teaching. In the list of words we need [...]
in which repat is to blame for my new writer-crush
Thursday 22 January 2009 | someone left a cookie
Please accept this extra food as a token of what our esteem is like, the note says. Please know that each one of you is very special to us, and are never forgotten about. Please know that if each one of you could be kept, you would be, if that would benefit everyone. But it [...]
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the end is nigh
Wednesday 21 January 2009 | 10 cookies in the jar
As in, today in about an hour. As in, thirty-eight of what the Professoressa used to call with professional yet affectionate asperity, kidlets. Waiting dully but with feigned alert expressions for me to wave syllabi at them, mispronounce their names, explain about negotiating course requirements and grading contracts (because even immanentizing the eschaton we are all about Ira Shor), [...]
who was david, who goliath
Monday 19 January 2009 | 17 cookies in the jar
Though boys throw stones at frogs in sport, the frogs do not die in sport, but in earnest. —Bion of Smyrna So, you stood down. So after three weeks you called it quits, having destroyed all there was to destroy this time around. And now you finally let the aid in, shake your heads sadly [...]
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open letter to robert downey, jr.
Sunday 18 January 2009 | 10 cookies in the jar
Dear Robert, No, no, no, no, no! And furthermore: NO. Although yes, you’re very cool in your tinted shades. And I’ll admit it—when I first heard that you and Jude Law would be playing Holmes and Watson, I was all fangirl thrilled. I’ve been an attentive audience member for many years, even during some of [...]
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in which she cried like a little girl
Saturday 17 January 2009 | 12 cookies in the jar
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“seeking a sexual tyrannosaur for a romp in the park”
Saturday 17 January 2009 | 7 cookies in the jar
I am a very career-focused, attractive woman seeking a man who is willing to fulfill my ultimate sexual fantasy. I am an executive with a very successful corporation that keeps me very busy and I sometimes have difficulty finding men who share similar interests to my own in the bedroom. Nothing turns me on more [...]
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