I ran into a guy I used to know from college last week as well. I found out his daughter is a student at the school I’m doing my student teaching at and she is in the right grade. I have no idea which classrooms I’ll be in though, so I couldn’t tell him if I was going to be teaching his daughter. I’ll have to see if I recognize his last name if I see it on the class roster. Considering I can’t remember what his name is currently, I figure I have a 50-50 shot of recognizing it if I see it written down.

How will I celebrate the end of the semester and the fact that I have given my current place of work notice? I will be getting together with a friend to watch the Series 3 Doctor Who episodes we missed and maybe play some Wii. I love it when girls ask me to bring my Wii over to their place to play. It just seems… titillating somehow.

Clearly I am also running into some fun insomnia with the end of the semester as it is half-past one in the morning and I’m awake.

Don’t Blink!

I’ll go through and make the necessary Wiki links on another night as well. I’m definitely too tired to do that at the moment.

It’s been a while.

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Today was a pretty normal today. I ran out to Burlington to drop off some paperwork for a client and visit some other clients before running back to Kenosha for a meeting about another client of mine. I spent the afternoon eating pizza and chatting with other co-workers. This evening unless the weather gets really bad I’ll be tooling up to Milwaukee to have some drinks with a friend on his birthday.

When Orangutan placed the malicious monocle on his nose he didn’t realize he was being watched. Lemur, a secret agent for the British Crown had seen him and fathomed his malicious plan. After Orangutan and Zebu continued down the jungle track towards the village, Lemur ran off to give his report to the regional Royal Governor. Royal Governor Brigadier General Hedgehog listened to the report and mobilised the guard. Lieutenant Bengal led his unit out the sallyport towards the market square.

The malicious monocle was soon to face conflict.

Don’t Blink

As with his other class sessions we did a role play. The role play concerned the topic of a firearm being brandished in a classroom. The scene was that a student who has been picked on constantly has brought a handgun to school to teach the bully a lesson. I was the student with a gun.

My teacher handed me a toy gun during a break and I put in my belt in the small of my back under my shirt. No one knew  I had the gun on me and when I decided to pull the gun, no one, not even the people sitting next to me realized that I had pulled it until I drew attention to the fact I had a gun in my hand. I think that scared some of the other people in class. It sort of pointed out just how easy it is to sneak a gun into a classroom and how easy it is for someone to start shooting before anyone even knows there’s a shooter. The student role playing the teacher did an excellent job in handling the fact a gun was in her class.

After hearing about the Madison cohort I don’t think my professor would have asked me to be the student with the gun if he had known I’ve been present at a shooting in real life. I’ve also had a gun pointed at me before. I can’t say I wasn’t scared when those things happened, but I’m still here. At least I know I can handle myself with a certain aplomb in a crisis situation.

Don’t Blink!

George Lucas has announced that he is developing a live-action television series set in the Star Wars universe. Yay. He gets another chance to destroy my childhood. No matter what he says, I know the truth. Han shot first.

The angels have the phone box.

Oh yeah,

“Don’t Blink!”

    Sally forth! Compose those memos! Slay the fiend that is Fax!

    Don’t Blink.

I ordered t-shirts for my friend’s girls. They’re identical twins and have just as much of a twisted suite of interests as their mother. They’ll love the fact that they have staff t-shirts from a haunted house. The only warning I had on the subject of the t-shirts is to not include any weeping angels.

“The angels have the phone box.”

“Don’t blink!”

The early winter fog crept inland from the lake. It’s spread was slow, almost incremental but in the end it still blanketed the city of Southport in its muffling cover. The fog wreathed each gaslight along 1st Avenue in a polychromatic nimbus that guided the few people out for their evening constitutionals. These will o’wisps brightened the fog without actually illuminating it.