connorboone

If someone will pick one of these up for me next time they see one, I promise I shall be their friend for life.

http://www.engadget.com/2007/03/30/this-250-000-gundam-will-rock-your-uh-socks/
It's a Gundam!  A platinum plated, diamond-eyed Gundam!

Seriously... what's a quarter million among friends?

The alarm's piercing cry insists that I pay it heed, but I have no wish to do so.

Still, these things must be attended to.  I waken, and, grumbling, stumble over to it and turn it off.  Next step, the computer must be activated, and I wait for it to put its brain into gear.

Before the coffee is made, before the first cigarette of the day, at approximately 5:10 in the morning, I log into the district's website, to see if they have anything for me.  This is the joy of my day, trying to find out if I am actually working, and if so, where.

Today, so far, there is nothing.  Nothing at all.

After a few minutes refreshing the page, I shall stagger downstairs, make some coffee, have a cigarette.

I have returned from that, now, and now I refresh the page, over and over again, hoping that something will break free.

Hoping and seeing
Employment is uncertain
Yes, I am a sub

Grr.  Something has to come up... I can't afford to not work.

Had a student ask me my age.

This, of course, is among the things that really annoys me when subbing.  Sometimes I want to shake the kids and tell them that I know that they don't really care, that they're trying to play games with the teacher that's only there for one day and distract them from the task at hand.

Believe me, I've been substitute teaching long enough that I've seen all the fun tricks.  It starts with the age, or where I got my tie.  If you answer the question, that is somehow construed as permission for students to delve into every single aspect of your life, leaving no stone unturned.  It goes from "how old are you?" to "what kind of music do you listen to?" to "do you have a girlfriend?" to the ever popular "are you gay?"

I'm not too big on telling my entire life's story to a bunch of kids I'll likely never see again.  I don't like the question game.

Most students quit trying to play the question game when I don't tell them my age.

Seems I got a bit distracted there with the background.  Anyhow, I had a student ask me my age the other day.

I didn't tell him, as is my wont.  I'm old enough for the House of Representatives, but not yet old enough for the Senate.  I wear a beard, and a tie, and I don't look like I'm just out of college.  Honestly, I sometimes forget how old I am, because I kept keeping track after I was no longer carded for beer.  (That, and baisleac tends to smite me when I accidentally shave a year off every so often.)

So, kid asks, and I don't say anything to him.  I just kind of glare at him with a patented teacher "Are you stupid?  That is a clearly inappropriate in the classroom" glare, and go back to what I was doing.  Instead of shutting up, the kid continues on, "I can't decide if you're young or old.  You look young, but you don't... you act young, but then you act old..."

I thought that was an amusing summary of me.  So, here it is for you.

If I'm going to have one of these, those scumbags can keep their lovely 'here's what to do with a Livejournal' boilerplate off of it.

It only took me half an hour to figure out how to get rid of it.

And now, it is gone.

...I suppose that's the sort of thing one posts in one of these?

And, here it is.  One Live Journal...thing.

I have absolutely no idea what it is that I am going to do with this wonderful new thingy, but I have been informed that I must have one.  That horrible consequences will befall me if I fail to do so.

Apparently, I'm supposed to use this space to post stuff in.  Talk about myself or things that are amusing.

Okay...

I'm a terribly bitter, cigarette smoking, coffee swilling substitute teacher, and an inveterate geek.

It seems that there is not a real market for my skillset in the place where I live.

I read science fiction, I roleplay, I play around on my computer more than I care to admit.

And I really haven't the first damned clue what I'm going to do with a LiveJournal, but maybe it'll grow on me.  I'm just not interesting enough for an LJ to be all that interesting... unless I get into it somehow.

I suppose I'm in an odd mood today.  *shrug*