How Do You Know If You've Been Ignored?

Phew!

Pep (Another one he doesn't have to run away from.)

LOL!

I'll have you know that I would NEVER consort with someone who hails from a MERE "Principality" anyway!

I do. Someone told me what you posted, and even sent the quoted text so I could reply

Ahhhhh. Ok.

Clever!!

But Scylla, what about Albert of Monaco????? RAWR!!

Meh. Too old for one thing.

And bad things happen to "imported" North American Princess Consorts in Monaco.

Isn't he in a can somewhere?

He WAS hot in his day,though. So was his Dad.

You know, I considered making that joke. And then thought to myself, "Nah. Too cheesy . . ."

RARWK! would be more like it.

That's never stopped me.

The bit of paper documents that you can stick to it and produce results, regardless of how crazy the demands are. Nothing to sneer at. It also shows that (unless it was a complete party school) you've done a bit of intellectual calesthenics without hurting yourself too badly. But, after your first relevant job or two, the importance of a diploma or where you got it diminishes dramatically.

I confess I have a bit of degree envy, nonetheless. Despite being academically oriented, I was a terrible student: too many distractions (yeah, it was crazy fun). And in school, if you don't do your shit, the result is bad grades. In life, if you don't do your shit, someone gets seriously let down. That made all the difference to me.

Still, I wish I'd stuck it out, especially whenever I want to use some differential equations. (How I got a C in that class still mystifies me, but if I'd continued I'd have had to actually use the stuff.) Despite decades of autodidacity, I can't manange to teach myself on this subject. I keep falling asleep over the textbook, "Differential Equations for Dummies". Fortunately, the need only arises for my hobbies, and I can usually find a way to fake or finesse it. I'd rather read an anthropology textbook, anyway.

I train my bots very well.

until the divorce. then, rinse & repeat.

You really shouldn't judge others by your own low standards.

Pep (Oh well, go on then.)

Unfortunately, there are fields out there such as the one I'm trying to get into, that are so competitive that one needs that piece of paper just to get one's foot in the door as a go-fer.

Even the US Navy is starting to require college education, attaching promotions to degrees. Officers already had to have degrees; but now even mid-level enlisted people are starting to need to have degrees to be considered for advancement.

And on that note... Damn, I need to get to class! *opens a tab in Firefox...*

In high school, my daughter decided to drop a class. Her father decided she would not drop it. He went to the school and spoke with the teacher along with the principal. He informed them his daughter will NOT drop out of that class, she will see it through. The teacher burst into tears, and said PLEASE......PLEASE.......LET HER DROP THE CLASS......taken aback, my husband said well NO, she is not going to drop it, but if she gives you one problem, she is not going on the senior trip to Washington D.C. All you have to do is call me and tell me. My daughter really wanted to go on that trip. She made it through the rest of the year without upsetting that poor teacher but only with that threat hanging over her head. To this day, I feel sorry for that poor teacher, crying at the thought of continuing to have to teach her.

That is a great story! My dad and my mum (divorced) came to the school and I was in troube. But I was just bad. Now I regret it, of course.

My big trick is to pluck old men's armpits - it turns them on.

You're sick, child. Get some therapy.

"Poor teacher" is right.

Pep (She shouldn't have been teaching.)

I love you dearly, but you can keep yer pluckin' fingers away from my armpits, thank you very much!

I think you'll find that it the fact of a young woman doing *anything* with an old man's body that turns him on - not the plucking armpit thing specifically.

Geez, I must live a very sheltered life...Ouch!!!

ETA: Jig, if I ever get out your way, I definitely have to meet you in real...you are just too much

It's Friday, you old goat. Shouldn't you be gobbling your roast beef?