Life in the Empire
The Collapse
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Permalink Reply by littleoldme on
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Doesn't the guy in the photo look just thrilled shitless in his new eye-poppin' togs!
OOOOO I gots me some fancy new duds that'll make me work my ass off fer ye!
What a load of twattle.
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Permalink Reply by waldopaper on
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well there it is. first week done, and there will be papers coming in next week. yep- starting early... because no matter how much time is given, most will not start writing until the night before.
dig this- most of the peeps never HEARD of the USA PATRIOT Act... and nobody knew anything about the Military Commissions Act... so there was no point in bringing up other shit. Bright young Volk... but basically clueless. And besides (whine) this is SUPPOSED to be an English class. yeah yeah blah blah... topic sentences... transitional phrases... nouns, verbs, metadiscourse and none of the shit that's gonna keep you alive during what's coming.
hoot crap. even now Ms Waldo is talking to her mum about our baby girl... who is finally "motivated" and has a "job" now in the theater dept. and herself is going on about "...there are so many things she can do with her theater degree," yeh- thinks eye... like roll it up and smoke it. now really- I am also quite happy cos Amelia has finally found something she really wants to do... and that's GREAT. but getting a "job?" fuck that. there won't BE any 'jobs" and ALL the young peeps know that... well... most of em anyway. but she'll learn about blocking and acting and set design.
as eye sez to the Jungenvolk... your "degree" is probably going to be useless. your "education" is priceless. and we ALL get an "education," one way or another. your "education" can save your fucking life.
Oh well now im really too fucked up- gnite.
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Permalink Reply by BO on
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Glad to hear ya got yer teaching gig back. Had to look up the MCA myself, 'cause I couldn't quite remember what that thing was. Oh yeah, that was the one where we all became terrorists. Can't blame the little tykes for wanting to ignore the fact that this world has become a mighty evil place. They pretty much have every right to tell us to go fuck ourselves. So...yeah...go ahead and teach 'em how to write. But don't blame the little mutts for wanting to escape all this shit.
The kids look good Waldo (think Facebook). Ya done a good job. And the young Zeekster--who's probably the spittin' image of his ole man at his age--looks to be in love. Cleaned up his straggly looking mug and everything.
And just think, Waldo. he's gettin' more than you are.
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lol
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Permalink Reply by pan on
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...there are so many things she can do with her theater degree,"
We tend to tell students that there are a lot of things you can do with a dance degree - but don't count on it ever being lucrative. I tell them that it is a great way of life but a really crappy career. Theatre is pretty much the same.
Oh well.....better she spend some time (and money) learning something that might feed her soul than something that would likely lead to soul death.
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I love how the pop-up ad I got was "You Can Afford College"
and how they used "thick" girls as her chorus.....I guess that's one way to make the lead look slim.
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Pretty sure the thick girls are all amatures. Adds to the charm of the video. Not sure why they were all black though--other then the choreographer is black. Maybe they're his students.
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Permalink Reply by Mouse on
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My daughter is six months pregnant and on crutches after walking 8 miles a day to and fro with her youth work job. Her 2 office supporters have resigned because they couldn't cope any more, and she's been left with the responsibility for accounts and other heavy things, at 23. The wealth of her church employers blinds them entirely to the hardships of the children of the poor, and they have all gone away on holiday.
She is learning to drive, her first credit card use.
When a neighbour, Audrey, was dying of liver cancer a few years ago I used to visit her often in the evenings. Towards the end I found we were on a dry hillside amongst sparse vegetation and spindly trees. She was still dying, and we were soldiers, men of Persia perhaps, long ago. Of course I didn't mention it, but she was animated, having seen our pointed helmets, and asked me to find out what country it was.
A few weeks ago her granddaughter's husband cut her granddaughter's throat and mouth and wrists, left her for dead and threw himself under a train. He died, she lived. Now the two children of that marriage are so close by, asking and listening as I come and go with my polite and small companion.
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I don't know how to respond. So much greed. So much desperation.
Give the wee one a hug from Uncle BO.
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I'll admit it I'm a Gleek.
OMG Mouse. How horrible.
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