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No! says the first base umpire
Nov. 3rd, 2005 11:53 pm
High temp today, here: 17. Dewpoint then: 7. High dewpoint: 8.
High temp today in TO: 19. Dewpoint then: 8. High dewpoint: 8.
Positively ... early-fall-like.
So, I am not on strike. It seems that the revolutionaries, in addition to knowing how to work a meeting, also know how to scare the shit out of a university administration. Good for them.
I have had a day of remarkable bus rides, including a screeching toddler--who would periodically stand up, peer over the back of its seat, and yell "HEY!" at me--and its just-barely-more-mature mother (who would sometimes pretend to attempt to stop it from screeching, but would mostly encourage it to screech, and also feed it candy), and a nice young Brethren preacher who attempted to save me. The latter also entangled me in an argument with the English teacher sitting in front of us over whether "no" is a sentence.
I used to say, back when I was frequenting the Voyageur between Kingston and Toronto, that the thing about the bus is, there's lots of lunatics that take the bus, because a thing about lunatics is, lunatics don't have cars. (I would, I suppose, be a case in point.) I was thinking just the other day that it's been a long time since I've encountered lunatics on or about the bus (which has a lot to do with the fact that I'm now doing more or less a commuter trip than a long haul). But today, the good Lord has sent me lunatics.
High temp today in TO: 19. Dewpoint then: 8. High dewpoint: 8.
Positively ... early-fall-like.
So, I am not on strike. It seems that the revolutionaries, in addition to knowing how to work a meeting, also know how to scare the shit out of a university administration. Good for them.
I have had a day of remarkable bus rides, including a screeching toddler--who would periodically stand up, peer over the back of its seat, and yell "HEY!" at me--and its just-barely-more-mature mother (who would sometimes pretend to attempt to stop it from screeching, but would mostly encourage it to screech, and also feed it candy), and a nice young Brethren preacher who attempted to save me. The latter also entangled me in an argument with the English teacher sitting in front of us over whether "no" is a sentence.
I used to say, back when I was frequenting the Voyageur between Kingston and Toronto, that the thing about the bus is, there's lots of lunatics that take the bus, because a thing about lunatics is, lunatics don't have cars. (I would, I suppose, be a case in point.) I was thinking just the other day that it's been a long time since I've encountered lunatics on or about the bus (which has a lot to do with the fact that I'm now doing more or less a commuter trip than a long haul). But today, the good Lord has sent me lunatics.
