I'd love to know how much the President actually knows and what he doesn't. 1 minute isn't a whole lot of time to find that out in. :-)

Micah Sanders You scored 83 Idealism, 20 Nonconformity, 50 Nerdiness

Can we play Scrabble tonight? Congratulations, you're Micah Sanders! You're good-natured, intelligent, perceptive, and naturally inclined toward technology. You're also quite innocent and loving. You've got a fondness for computers and Scrabble. Your best quality: You're extremely perceptive Your worst quality: You can be a little demanding at times

My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 99% on Idealism You scored higher than 99% on Nonconformity You scored higher than 99% on Nerdiness

Link: The Heroes Personality Test written by freedomdegrees on OkCupid Free Online Dating, home of the The Dating Persona Test

    My kids had to describe one of their teachers, not me, today in class.  So I described one of them.

His eyes sparkled mischievously, as his giggles burst out of a hand-covered mouth like vomit.  Hair sprayed in dark spikes, spires of a castle a top mocha colored skin that creased with his smile as the laughter escaped a wide drawn mouth.  Axe Body Spray wafted around him in a heavy chemical cloud killing small animals and insects.  His voice cracked as he said the word again, “Mukluk.”

"Mukluk" is my favorite word.

Ali

Okay, so first, my Friday was interesting.  Took an afterschool class because I wasn't carpooling--Cool Carpool partner is on the AVID junior trip.  And hey, 3 hours extra pay.  You can't get much better.  Also, got a ton of grading done.  But then, a kid came back from the restroom 30 minutes late.  Then asks if he could walk out to the car with me, this is not as unusual as you might think, but there it is.  Then as we're walking he tells me that he got rushed in the bathroom.  :::What?!?::::  How the heck am I suppose to do anything about it at 5:30 and the only way to get an administrator is to phone and now I'm walking out to my car and no phone.  His buddies pick him up and I notice that Kids are rushing toward a specific spot....Not good.  I head that way, but hello, loaded down with my purse and grading!  When I get there, sure enough two big guys are beating up on another little guy.  Not the kid from before.  Don't know the students, don't know any of the kids in the crowd, but they hear me bellow and kids finally step in, and all of the fighters start running.  Me?  I'm still loaded down with my purse and grading.  Not spending  extra time trying to catch three fighters, certainly not going to lay hands on kids that were just swinging moments ago, so they run.  What more can I do.  I can spend the next 10 minutes filling out a witness report for the VP who was running towards the fight the minute that she heard.  She's the only one on campus besides us ELO teachers and 2 custodians.  It bites big time....and the worst part is....I was ten minutes late for Battlestar Galactica....The episode which culminates with the rescue from New Caprica.  An absolutely brillant episode and I was ten minutes late.:::sigh::::

Second.....How could RM not kill off Dee. 

Don't get me wrong, I like Dee, unlike the rest of Lee/Kara fandom, I don't think that Lee's entire purpose is to fall in love with Starbuck and lick her boots.  And Dee is very good about speaking the truth, so while the fandom is right, they aren't the hot and heavy sexiness (Kara/Anders), or the blistering attraction(Lee/Kara), I do think that some marriages are mellow and loving.  They are based on love, honesty, and that gentle happy flip-flop of the stomach.  And IMHO, Lee would want someone who was a partner in life, but also some one who would be honest with him.  Dee tells it like it is (gently) and he needs that to keep himself honest, to keep himself from locking up in his emotional pain like he's done before, and like his dad has done also.

Off the topic there for a minute, but I'm gonna leave it.  Anyway, Why couldn't RM kill off Dee like I thought he was going to?  Then I could keep the thrid piece of my story, which was still in beta.  Now I can't because well darn it she lived!  Maybe I go write a Lee/Dee piece.:::Sigh::::

Ali Ops

This part needs work.  I was trying to convey grief and a fuzziness that becomes like it's own little world, but I think it just might be confusing.

The Bitter Taste (Part 3)
By Ali

 

Lord Apollo
By Ali
Spoilers: 1x03 Bastille Day
Summary: I met a God today, a true Lord of Kobal in the eyes of a mortal.






~~My political rhetoric is narcissism sheathed in the glove of truth. But I have born witness to a religious experience. I know. I have seen. ~~ Tom Zarek

So this happy new monitor and the desk type thing mom lent me helped me finish the next portion of this fic. So slight changes made to this. Could you beta, please?

The Bitter Taste
By Ali Cherry
K+ (For later)
Spoilers: Ummm…not really.




2nd portion

( It's All the Same: Part 2 )



So what do you think? Second piece work well?

It's Sunday. It's Sunday and I still haven't done the things I needed to get done this weekend. Things like grading their journals, things like starting the class webpage, things like writing the fic I've already started and the second one I've mapped out in my head when I should have been sleeping. Things like the Journal and grammar that I have to have ready tomorrow.

Yeah, but here I am posting to my livejournal that no one reads.

So, yeah, this procrastination thing really is my gig.

Ali
There is a cricket trying to find a home in my apartment.

So, I was suppose to have a second piece of a new fic I was writing done by the end of the weekend, and instead it is Wednesday, I'm sleep deprived, the fic is half done and I've drug home a boatload of grading.

On the upswing of things, new dining room table came on Saturday (computer still on the floor, bad). Also good, Back to School Night is over. Parents, you have no idea how hard that night is for us teachers. You complain about having to go....we have no choice, and there is always the smart ass parents that belong to smart ass kids who ask you questions...things like, since we're doing so well now, does that mean the school sucked before?

Ummm....no. The school didn't have power standards, or collaboration in the departments and among the departments and we weren't prepping our kids, not to mention motivating them to even show up to take the test.

One asked, when I said I answer any and all questions whether or not if one sechronized swimmer drowns, they all have to drowned....That was the last class of the night. I was just happy I wasn't jibbering like an idiot. Okay, maybe I was a little.

Other good things....School restaurant open! WHOO HOO! No more having to take lunch, the kids can feed me. Thank God for Mom D. (Teacher)

Carpooling with my cool co-worker. He usually doesn't say anything about the volume of the radio and we pass the time talking about the kids or what we did the night before and what not, but this morning as Kevin and Bean were on talking with this girl who had apparently engaged in a threesome with a busty, beautiful Asian woman and a Veteran of the Iraq war, he asked if he could turn it up louder. I tried not to snicker the rest of the way to work. :-)

Journaling with my students. Some days I go ahead and write a journal on the board while the write it on the paper. I really enjoy it. The other day I Free Wrote about the saying, "So Say We All."

Monday's topic, What metaphor from nature best describes you?
I wrote a beautiful response and the kids were all..."That's writing?"

Yes!

So I'm gonna, you know, like, go.

Ali

I can't believe that it is already September. I keep telling myself that I'm gonna post here, but I put it off and now I've got six million things here.

1st. I moved!!!! Yeah! I'm finally out of my parents' house and in a very nice aparment. Swimming every chance I get, and even better a great mall to walk to across the way. In fact, sipping a Starbuck's as I type. Nice neighbor, I just met yesterday, everyone else is quiet.

I just spent the last of my Summer School money paying off IKEA, which I used to furnish my apartment. Unfortunately, I don't have a desk yet, so I'm having to type on the floor of my apartment. Not the most comfortable.

Classes- I have 4 US History classes and 1 Eng 10 this year. Have yet to have any grading that I couldn't pass off to my TA's. Friday I was so bored I spent my prep spinning in the office chairs in department office. Bob the Rover thought I was nuts.

Upside, I'm carpooling with a cool co-worker, nice meandering drive (okay when he's driving).

New Car (Scout) is going in for repairs tomorrow. Mean illegal immigrant couldn't park and so She has a little boo-boo. Okay the poor woman wasn't mean, she looked scared, but still. 3 Days with a rent-a-car.

One week until BSG comes out on DVD!

Can't wait.

So I have happy little sophmores for World History, and they are sophmores so they tend not to care about their grades because, "Hey, we've got 2 more years to do this over if we want to!" But I can't believe that I have 24 "F"s in my 6th period! How can 24 kids not do the work?

I told them a month ago that they had "f" and 2 kids did enough work to bring their grades up to a "D." I don't assign that much work! We spent 2 days mapping World War 2 together. They had 20 minutes in class to color in Europe (It's small!) and Japanese expansion in Asia. They only had to answer 3 Questions.

Do you know how many I got back? 10! That's right, 10 out of 36.

There is something mentally deficient in the way these kids process instructions. Do they think that an "F" is passing? They have 4 weeks left to get their grades up, and have any of them asked if they could come in and do make-up work? NO! And I can just hear the phone calls now. Why is my sweetheart failing? Well, he's been failing since Feburary and every time I send home A grade check it has said F, possibly the reason he/she is failing is cause "you" haven't paid attention, and by the way, no since school ended today and I have to have grades turned in tomorrow, he can't do anything to bring up his grade.

Sheesh.

These are the conversations that I'm going to be having over the next 4 weeks. Please, Lord! Save me!

I was thinking about a Vespa in order to keep costs down, but I think I'll move out instead!

Thank God! I made it to spring break. I almost strangled a few of the kids, but my TAs held me back! I left my grading, read 1 of the 30 books that I want to read, but haven't yet. I've even gotten most of my chorish type items done. Still have to make my car payment, but taxes are done, people are paid, and I've even done the girly shopping thing.

Only 6 more days left...Okay, what am I suppose to do now?

:::Shrug::::

Maybe I'll write. There is a plot bunny or two lurking in my brain.

Useless Trivia: There is not a single HUD home in Southern California. That's just pathetic.
A condo that was sold just a month again is up on the market for $4k more than they paid for it. Escrow has barely closed on that puppy.:-(

I'm so happy! I've got one more day of ELO class left! The Pain, the humiliation, the lack of sleep and life will soon be over. And I'm celebrating with a mental health day. I'm gonna sleep in and leave my students to the tender mercies of a Substitute, one who isn't my father. ::::Evil laugh:::::

Seriously though, (actually I was completly serious before, but what the heck) as stressful as last week was (Career Day, grades due, English classes starting the final stretch of big-do-it-or-fail-the-entire-course- paper, Final observation, meeting for final observation and benchmarks(I hate testing) oh...even better, grandma visiting) means that I can relax this week...kind of. Regardless, I have just this week until Spring Break. Can't get much better than that.

I invited (bribed) my friend mckennitt to give a spiel on her job as a geologist. She totally rocked and even though I had to pimp her presentation with extra credit and the words, "She gets to play in the dirt all day" (worked surprisingly well) my students were actually fascinated with her job. That's what really rocks about our school. The kids may start out cynical and snarky, but they come through for you in the end. :-)



Have I mentioned how much I love the end for BSG 2003? You got to love that Ron Moore has balls. As long as he doesn't hit the galactic reset button, I'll happily follow him through the hell he creates.

It's 6 o'clock on a Thursday, and I'm trying to figure out why I'm still at school! I know why, but it doesn't make me feel any better. I should be grading, I should be making parent phone calls; instead, I'm on the internet. This is bad. I need to go home. I need to get sleep. I need to stop thinking about how depressed Longfellow (the poet) makes me. We read in my afterschool class, "Psalm of Life." I was talking about doing something more than slacker things, being inspirational and stuff. And I realize, that I live an uninspirational life. Longfellow advocates stepping away from the stable and the secure to find what makes us happy, but I'm doing stable and secure and I still can't afford to move out of my parents' house. Longfellow obviously didn't live in Southern California during a housing shortage. :-)

Happiness kinda abounds. I went the the William S. Paley Festival and saw both the Battlestar Galactica and the House seminars, which was interesting and fun, kinda like a podcast with the whole cast. The Battlestar people were very upfront. When asked how they came to be on the show (by the dorky moderator), most of the stories started out with the phrase, "Well I sat down to read the script with a big bottle of wine..." Jamie Bamber responded, (paraphrased) "Well, I had just gotten my then girlfriend--now wife-- pregnant and decided I needed something to pay the medical bills." Okay, not really, but close. :-) But I think that I agree with my friend mckennitt that the only thing I was uncomfortable about being at the festival... was being a fan. For Battlestar it wasn't so bad, most of the audience questions were about creation and production and really just...intelligent questions that you wish you could ask, but don't.

Cool Factor: Kevin Smith (from Dogma, Clerks, Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, and Chasing Amy) sat two seats in front of us, which is cool, 'cause, hey, someone who does write such sophisicated and brillant dialogue likes BSG! (I mean all dialog besides "Jay's" lines)

The House cast was hilarious. They were amusing and energetic, and incrediably tired. They had just come from shooting the show, which means they were late and they didn't pause for the pictures out front like BSG people did, and I felt kinda guilty that I had paid to make them come talk about the show. Especially when the "Trekkie" type fans got the microphone handed to them. Like the cast is suppose to know what to say to a person with Vasculitis that wants to thank them for bring awareness to the disease. (I watch the show pretty religiously and I couldn't tell you what Vasulitous is.) So anyway, I enjoyed myself immensely, as long as I didn't have to hear the fans speak. (Way too much stuff like seen on bad internet chat groups.) Things like "I'd love to see more of Hugh Laurie's biceps please." Things that make me cringe when reading Livejournals. :-P

In this case, Sci-fi fans ruled in behavior and intelligence. I should have known....afterall, House is on Fox.

Ali- headed home now from RHS.

Dear Mr. Ron Moore,

I would like to take this opportunity to tell you what a great addition you are in television. I was a "Trekkie" once upon a time, but now that I've gotten over that little disease, I quickly picked up the new disease of Battlestar Galactica. When I was little I use to watch the old series, and I was so young, I didn't even think Boxey was cute. But I can say that you have revived my belief in the genre of Sci-Fi.

You made a wonderful show full of flawed characters who try to do right even as they choose the wrong path. It is human and dark and starkly beautiful.

I have tried to inflict this disease on a few others, and I have suceeded in some cases, failed in others, but it is the thought that counts. :-)

But the real reason I'm writing is to congratulate you on your talent in utilizing "the snark." Having wrestled away the podcast equipment from David Eick (He took it away so you wouldn't say any more bad things about the show, didn't he? Come on you can tell me the truth.) you then procede to snark the naysayers on the board who can't deal with a little background noise. The use of your wife (please tell me you didn't make a pass on her script? It needed work.) was especially amusing.

No, I'm not mocking you. In fact, I salute you. ::Salute:: Your humor in dealing with the perpetual whining of fans about the overloud beeps when you take time out of your home life to give us a piece of your mind, was an inspired use of "the snark." Please continue. It made me laugh, people at Auto Club thought I was on drugs.

Thank you again, and I hope to see more episodes like "Captain's Hand" and "Scar."

Ali Cherry

P.S. Please don't die of Lung Cancer. With the amount of times I heard the zippo lighter in the background, I worry for your health.

I don't know why, but I was determined to make a meatloaf today. I don't cook. It's not 'cause I'm bad at it. Most of my food is edible, but I just don't...So here I was today determined to make a meatloaf. Of course once I had the meatloaf in the oven, my mother asked me to make mash potatoes and carrots (not together). I made some pretty good food. Then I looked at the finished product and didn't want meatloaf anymore. So there is that. Course I had to watch my father sprinkle pepper on the cinnamon carrots, but whatever. He has no tastebuds.

The Great Meatloaf quest. I still don't get it. I didn't even want to eat it when I was done, but I couldn't stop myself. My mother is just proud that I didn't burn down the kitchen, I'm so infrequently in there. Of course this could be a new diet for me. If I make all the meals, I'll never eat! Yeah!

I have a letter to write. And since no one else reads this livejournal, but me, it's been interesting, Ali.

Night, Ali.
Night, Ali.

Instead of grading my students' essays on whether or not Gatsby is a stalker or a romantic, I had to write this little piece of funness.

FIC: Apollo and the Beast
Ali Cherry mulderzkid
Rating: K (G)
Genre: General
Summary: Lee’s first order of business aboard The Beast is to not move out of the XO’s quarters.

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I'm not one for excusing my work, but a warning for you adverturous few, this piece is hugely introspective. I actually don't like to read/write introspective fiction, it usually just hashes over ground already covered in nine different stories, but I tried to bring up a different view of Bill and Lee's relationship.

The Question
Ali Cherry (Mulderzkid)
Rating: (K+)PG
Spoilers: Anything up to "Captain's Hand" (2.17)
Characters: Lee and Bill Adama
A character study in Lee Adama’s words

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I know, I'm late coming to the party, but I finally got to see "Good Night, and Good Luck" tonight. (Found the one theater around playing it and hopped on the freeway). I cried. This movie is so stoic, and intellectual, and it makes a valid point about the choice our media has chosen to take in their professions.



The movie is prefaced with a speech Murrow gives on the evils of mixing TV news with corporations, and he is absolutely correct. The movie does not dumb down his comments, indeed if it had, it would have defeated the point of the movie. I swear I'm going to make my Juniors watch it when it comes out on Video, and they'll have to deconstruct his speech.

Man, this movie rocks!

Fic: Pain
Author: Mulderzkid (Ali Cherry)
Rating: PG (Graphic kinda sickness)
Spoilers: Sacrifice (2.16)
Genre: Angst/ Hurt (but no comfort)
Summary: "She is there beside him before she can stop herself, and she see her fingers reach out to him. But not to soothe, no, not for him."
Disclaimer: I guess if the TPTB took everything I own, I wouldn't have to worry about shoveling it out come spring break.

Beta'd Version

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