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I can't make it, myself . . . I need to wash my hair. Or is it . . . I need to walk the dog. Wait, darn. I don't have a dog. I need to go and find a stray dog, wash its hair, and walk said dog. Therefore, I'm unfortunately absolutely unable to make it to Corps night this evening. Not even if there are jackhammers involved. On a lighter note, my cat fell into the bathtub, day before yesterday. I know that you are depending upon me to keep you informed about these simple little domestic events. The cat was shocked - shocked, I tell you. And she looked much thinner with her hair plastered down like that!

1. What time is it: time for my third cup of coffee 2. Name: niKa 3. Nickname: Professor niKa 4. Piercings: ears; occasionally heart, in my younger years. 5. Recent Movie you've seen: just last night, for 50-cent night at the cheap theater, out with the girls, double feature: Pride and Prejudice: utterly fabulous. Aeon Flux: utter waste of spandex. 6. Eye color: how much sleep have I had? 7. Place of birth: 5th generation to be born in Texas, the most wonderful nation on the planet. 8. Favorite food: whatever Mr. niKa has just made; he's heaven in the kitchen. 9. Ever been toilet papering? No, but I've cleaned it up a few times. 10. Love someone so much it made you cry? Haven't we all? Ever hate someone so much it made you cry? I don't waste tears on creeps. 11. Been in a car accident: several 12. Favorite day of the week: whatever day it is at the time 13. Favorite restaurants: Pepe Delgado's in Norman Oklahoma 14. Favorite Flower: all of them 15. Favorite sport to watch: OU football 16. Favorite Drink: gin and tonic 17. Favorite ice cream: Rocky Road 18. Disney or Warner Brothers: Disney 19. Favorite fast food restaurant: don't eat fast food 20. What color is your bedroom carpet: that's private 21. How many times you failed your driver's test? 98% first and only try. 22. Winter, summer, spring or fall: warm anything 23. Which store would you choose to Max out your credit card: don't carry a credit card 24. What do you like to do when you are most bored: who's got time to be bored? 25. Bedtime: 8:30 or 9:00 26. Favorite TV shows: donated my TV about a year and a half ago 27. Last person you went to dinner with: Mr. niKa 28. Ford or Chevy: Chevy, but I've got my eye on a used hybrid 29. What are you listening to right now? the washer and the dryer 30. How many tattoos do you have: none. By the way, the dryer just switched off. 31. How many pets do you own: three, not including my children. 32. Which came first the chicken or the chicken egg? the chicken, or at least what passed for a chicken back when the first egg mutated into being.

It's Wednesday. Is everybody ready for Corps Night?

Ted, welcome. Okay, maybe you haven't taken the twelve-minute test or been forced to teach a tree in Kansas in the middle of winter, but surely you've heard from heaven in other ways. Doojab, those cases would never stick as murder charges. Ken Barden was killed by a hit-and-run pickup truck as he ran to a car that had stopped to pick up the Bardens on their way back from L.E.A.D. Other than making very tired people hitchhike, TWI could claim lack of responsibility. Rochelle W. was a suicide after being treated like garbage by the leadership; it's malfeasance; it's abuse, reckless endangerment, and utter compassionless stupidity, but not murder. Heaven knows (God certainly does) the number of children who were never born into this world because Weirwille needed to cover up his sins. I blame him for spreading a doctrine that caused many young women to trust that their abortions were "right on with the Word." Not much to be done about any of these, now, except not to let them (or warning reminders about the flaming idiots who influenced them to happen) be forgotten. On a much lighter note, the new Miss America is an OU student. Cool.

Oooohhhhhh. THAT DB. Thanks! Happy Friday Night, by the way!!!

I'm just trying to keep my young people awake. Who's DB? Could I buy a vowel?

Happy Thursday Afternoon!!!

Catcup, I know how you feel! It's almost midnight on the evening before classes begin, and I just finished updating my syllabus! I must have been relaxing a bit too much during the break. Finals Week is Coming! Have a great semester!

I think that the statute of limitations is likely far in the past for those who could have had the most effective cases: Evelyn Barden, on the death of her husband, Ken; the folks who got hurt in the Tinnie crash; Rochelle Wajnberg's family; and anybody whom Weirwille pressured into an abortion . . .. There are surely many others about whom I don't know. But God knows about them, and His judgement will be just. Wow. We were so young, so eager, and so stupid. We gave some of the best years of our lives to people who ate them up like bonbons, and demanded more, and felt entitled to do so. Words fail me.

I was the only girl on the jackhammer crew that night. There were about 5 of us who had been maybe 15 seconds late to Corps Night. Instead of being allowed in, we were told to change into work clothes and meet back in 10 minutes or so. We were then taken to some basement or somewhere, where jackhammer work was being done, and had to take turns running the aforementioned machine. It was extremely heavy; even though I am tall, I could barely even hold the thing upright, much less control it when it was running. I only had to run it once, because it was pretty obvious that someone would get hurt. It was supposed to make us really, really care about being on time the next time. It just made me really, really mad. I don't remember whether the experience had much of an impact upon my future timeliness. Probably not that much. If it did, it was timeliness with a sour taste, where before there had been mostly just optimism. It's not that I minded the rules, and it's not that I didn't follow them most of the time. But I thought that making folks run a jackhammer was mean. I thought that whoever ordered that was being very prissy.

Congratulations!!!! Love to both of you!!

It's Friday Night in the Big City! Time to Dance in the Kitchen!! Then Go to Bed Early! Wait . . . what's wrong with this picture? :blink: Oh. I remember. It's supposed to be exciting on Friday Nights . . . Let's all TEACH A TREE first!!!

King Tut: That was your 100th post since the reincarnation. The smoking lamp is lit. Cheers, niKa

Remember that one hour of sleep before midnight is worth two afterwards! Also, one hour of making out in the Library attic is worth the two hours of sleep that it costs to stay up late enough to make out for an hour in the library attic. How did I know that?

This thread was begun on July 3, 2002, one minute before High Noon. Interesting that it's 3-1/2 years old. Does it seem that long? Thanks, Pawtucket!

Thank you, Oh Senior One. Wait. That used to sound like a compliment. I'm not sure I meant it like . . . that . . . :unsure:

Retemorization underway . . . just as soon as I finish my tea and bologna sandwiches. Hey, does anybody know (head knowledge) whatever happened to Mark Fronzac? or Patty Belmont? or Bill Nay?

WHAT A FOOTBALL GAME!!!!! Hook 'em, HORNS!!!!!

Everyone should be back from Ho Ho Relo by suppertime tonight. Otherwise they shouldn't even bother to come back (per LCM)...

Haloooooooo! Haloooooooo!

Is anybody here? Is anybody here? Oh. Must be an echo.

Merry Christmas to all of you wonderful crazies, and Happy New Year. May you always believe in Santa, and also in New Beginnings. TGN, that was a funny redneck flash movie; I had to watch it three times. My little sister is even now hunting with her family for deer and wild pigs; so far, two deer, a havelina, and a badger. Why they thought they needed the badger, I'll never know; I think it must have been a redneck thing. As soon as they process the meat from one thing (but not the badger, go figure . . .) they go out and hunt for the next thing. Even the 9-year old has had her own gun for more than a year. If you're from Texas, you'll understand. If you're not, love us anyways, okay?

Thanks, TGN. Just trying to keep my young people awake.

Excie: I don't want that weather back! I wore a coat (even indoors, most of the time) for four days!!! Maybe after I take the grading to the Gehenna, we'll stick around and have some hot chocolate and toast some marshmallows. I hear it's pretty hot there.

Christmas Fruitcake Recipe (I found this on Jokes Unlimited) You'll need the following: 1 cup of water 1 cup of sugar 4 large brown eggs 2 cups of dried fruit 1 teaspoon of salt 1 cup of brown sugar Lemon juice Nuts 1 bottle of whisky Sample the whisky to check for quality. Take a large bowl. Check the whisky again. To be sure it's the highest quality, pour one level cup and drink. Repeat. Turn on the electric mixer, beat one cup of butter in a large fluffy bowl. Add one teaspoon of sugar and beat again. Make sure the whisky is still OK. Cry another tup. Tune up the mixer. Beat two leggs and add to the bowl and chuck in the cup of dried fruit. Mix on the turner. If the fired druit gets stuck in the beaterers, pry it goose with a drewscriver. Sample the whisky to check for tonsisticity. Next, sift two cups of salt. Or something. Who cares? Check the whisky. Now sift the lemon juice and strain your nuts. Add one table. Spoon the sugar or something. Whatever you can find. Grease the oven. Turn the cake tin to 350 degrees. Don't forget to beat off the turner. Throw the bowl out of the window. Check the whisky again and go to bed.