Teh Squeaky Wheel
Oh joy…it’s Monday in America again; gaaaaaaah!!1!
On teh plus side, I’m glad to not be doing this job:
Good morning and happy Monday, GN!
And my morning wake up song:
As usual, ambiguous lyrics, but the opening is clear enough:
God ain’t jive
For I can see his love
As it runs alive
‘N one by one
Through fields of rusted wire
The war has just begun
Off to work, boys. Waves. Teh bestest of days to you all.
Happy Monday, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, Fatwa, and Sven!
I got a welcome email from the professor who is teaching my next class (which starts today), in which she lays out her expectations for us in regards to writing quality. She expects every assignment to be our best work, teacher candidates should have a good command of the English language, and our writing should be perfect -- including informal questions we ask her on the “virtual office” discussion board. Given the several errors in grammar and punctuation in her email, I’m sorely tempted to send a reply, with a copy to the head of the program, asking if we can expect the same from her and what penalties accrue for her failure to submit perfectly written work. I’m also tempted to ask her if we are expected, allowed, or forbidden to use the Oxford comma.
Hiya, Sven and Paddy!
I dunno why, but Sven’s 9:10 comment caused me to picture him uttering it while garbed in Bugs Bunny-like drag (facetiously, of course)…which was pretty hilarious.
I particularly liked the bit about Oxford commas; *schnort*.
“If the queen wants ducks, then by God, we’ll give her ducks!”
These Dems are more comical than Trump.