A preview of what I have on my plate tonight:
- cooking supper
- paying bills, planning my finances for the next few months
- putting together a video of our hearing-impaired students saying the Pledge of Allegiance for Friday morning’s announcements, complete with closed-captioning for those who are not hearing-impaired
- my exposé of me for over at lichtenbergian.org
- a job description of the GHP media position, plus communicating with our three applicants, which I should have done over the weekend
- laying out the program for this weekend’s concert of Fauré’s Requiem, if I get the rest of the info from Bizarth
- writing letters of reference for some GHP instructors
- perhaps some work on the symphony
I’ll have updated results later.
later: I got the first three done. Cras melior est.
As you’re talking to the media applicants, try to establish (A) how tight his butt is, and, (B) if he’s emotionally fragile as a result of being on the rebound and will thus fall into the arms of the first (apparently) stable man he meets.
I suggest subtlety when inquiring about these points.
Stable?
Or:
Where are these stables located? By the PE complex?
Or:
Ek-ek-ek-ek-ek…
Or:
Why settle for a stable man when you can have a stable boy. (rimshot)
(I think I’m beating a dead horse; I’ll stop)
Yes, I noted use of “apparently.”
…Jobie naked with horses…
ow ow ow
Damn you, Marc.
Rimshots…in the stable…come on, people, somebody go there. We are poised to sink to a whole new level. I won’t do all the work.
Because now this is stuck in my eyeballs.