On my next to last night working at Movies 10, I had the extreme pleasure of working with hunky-boy. Again. Yay! (Wow, that sounds very girly…) Anywho, as I was stuck cleaning the popper and he was sweeping the floor, we had a nice discussion about Mormonism. He’s pretty knowledgeable about its history and stuff, which meant he could answer the majority of my questions (and I always have plenty of questions about religion). That’s better than most run-of-the-mill Catholics or Protestants (or those from branches of the above) can tell me. Hunky-boy also told that he believes everything his instructors have taught him. He said it all “fits”. While…

Oh, “union”, right. Thank goodness the word “union” in American English doesn’t imply anything relating to “unity”. It couldn’t possibly, or else GW’s speech last night would have had to have been called the State of the Conglomeration of Much Divided and Confused Folks speech. That even has a nice ring to it. I didn’t catch all of the speech, just the last half-hour (the Iraqi stuff), and about an hour of the immediate commentary last night. I have also been listening to NPR for the past 3 hours. Good stuff. NPR, I mean, not the speech. I’m going to reserve judgement on our Keebler-Elf-look-alike president’s rhetorical style, but I…

I taught a class of teachers today. It was a two-hour course for these technology renewal credits that everyone seems to need. The first course, a tester course, was basic HTML. I went through what a tag is, how they come in pairs, all the way through font sizing, picture inserting, listing, etc. It was an interesting experience. I have about four more courses to teach (each with different topics), and I will probably be nervous before every one of them, but it wasn’t a bad experience at all. There were some talkers, namely a certain freshman ELP and AP U.S. Gov’t teacher, another ELP teacher that gets stuck with…

I was kidding. Really. Sit back down. I talked to my mother today (who is still out of town). Not only has her cell phone mysteriously developed a case of leaking battery acid, but she doesn’t quite know when she’s coming back. Uh, hey? Not to be totally selfish and deny my mother-deary the (dubious) pleasure of her family’s company, but… she has no idea when she’s coming back. Dad and I are going to run out of food soon (him way before me, because he’s a lazy bum that won’t cook) and Dad can’t do his own laundry either. But the fact that she doesn’t know when she’s getting…