One - I realized today that the labels were not showing up on the posts with the new layout. That has been corrected. Amazing how many little things I changed from their defaults over the years that I had totally forgotten about.
Two - aiming for 11pm PST as the new posting time. I shall attempt to make that consistent. Should be doable.
Ah, I knew there was something about the boxes for each day that looked different but I couldn't put my finger on it! Good catch :) I'll have to look up what the difference between PST and CET is; at the moment I think that means that I'll be at work before you post, but I might be wrong.
Spicy "Excuse me," said a worried looking man. He was wearing a trilby hat -- rather affected in Kimberley's eyes -- and a tweed jacket and was trying to keep two young girls from staring at the sculpture in the middle of the playground. "What is that statue, please?" "That's Poseidon disciplining his daughters," said Kimberley. She remembered to smile at that point. "It's classical; the painting that inspired it hangs in the Vag." "The VAG," said the Head appearing behind Kimberley as if by magic. "The Vancouver Art Gallery. Kimberley, please escort Juniper here to the front entrance where her mother is waiting for her. I'll talk to Dr. Popper about the artwork." Kimberley remembered to smile again, bobbed a curtsey just in case, and whisked the child off to a stern mother in the foyer who was counting the credit cards in her purse. When they'd left the building she sat down on one of the bean-bags that gave the foyer it's jolly look and concentrated on her breathing. "Hey Kim," said a voice, and there was the crunch of polystyrene beads being sat on. "You ok?" "It's been a tough day," said Kimberley. She rubbed her eyes and looked over at Kevin. "Every day's a tough day at WrongStart," he said. His smile looked natural and like it didn't have to be remembered. "The children are our future though, you know." Kimberley stared at him. "Sorry," he said. "That's a bit bleaker than I thought it would be. What did they do to you?" "Not them, the parents," she said. "One of the mothers complained I was using spicy language in front of the children. I had to go and look it up before I understand what she was claiming, and even now I don't know what she was complaining about." "What did you say, exactly?" Kevin was still smiling. "The Head's pretty fair about these things, if it's just interpretation then you'll be fine." "I was talking to the Carpentry teacher, John. I said, 'I've been looking forward to seeing your woodwork, everyone tells me how hard it must be and that you finish everything manually.' He said, 'Yes, it's a job best done by hand,' and I said 'So it's a hand-" she swallowed hard, '-finished job?'" "I can't hear anything wrong with that," said Kevin. "I said 'shit' fifteen times today and no-one complained. Kimberley sighed. "Goddammit," she said. "Oh shit," said Kevin sitting upright. "You can't say that in a public school!"
Sure, I'll try the Posole´, how bad can it be? I can totally handle a little heat Could you add a little extra to mine? You could just call an ambulance, I'm dying here.
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Two things:
One - I realized today that the labels were not showing up on the posts with the new layout. That has been corrected. Amazing how many little things I changed from their defaults over the years that I had totally forgotten about.
Two - aiming for 11pm PST as the new posting time. I shall attempt to make that consistent. Should be doable.
Okay, that's all. Write away!
Ah, I knew there was something about the boxes for each day that looked different but I couldn't put my finger on it! Good catch :)
I'll have to look up what the difference between PST and CET is; at the moment I think that means that I'll be at work before you post, but I might be wrong.
Spicy
"Excuse me," said a worried looking man. He was wearing a trilby hat -- rather affected in Kimberley's eyes -- and a tweed jacket and was trying to keep two young girls from staring at the sculpture in the middle of the playground. "What is that statue, please?"
"That's Poseidon disciplining his daughters," said Kimberley. She remembered to smile at that point. "It's classical; the painting that inspired it hangs in the Vag."
"The VAG," said the Head appearing behind Kimberley as if by magic. "The Vancouver Art Gallery. Kimberley, please escort Juniper here to the front entrance where her mother is waiting for her. I'll talk to Dr. Popper about the artwork."
Kimberley remembered to smile again, bobbed a curtsey just in case, and whisked the child off to a stern mother in the foyer who was counting the credit cards in her purse. When they'd left the building she sat down on one of the bean-bags that gave the foyer it's jolly look and concentrated on her breathing.
"Hey Kim," said a voice, and there was the crunch of polystyrene beads being sat on. "You ok?"
"It's been a tough day," said Kimberley. She rubbed her eyes and looked over at Kevin.
"Every day's a tough day at WrongStart," he said. His smile looked natural and like it didn't have to be remembered. "The children are our future though, you know."
Kimberley stared at him.
"Sorry," he said. "That's a bit bleaker than I thought it would be. What did they do to you?"
"Not them, the parents," she said. "One of the mothers complained I was using spicy language in front of the children. I had to go and look it up before I understand what she was claiming, and even now I don't know what she was complaining about."
"What did you say, exactly?" Kevin was still smiling. "The Head's pretty fair about these things, if it's just interpretation then you'll be fine."
"I was talking to the Carpentry teacher, John. I said, 'I've been looking forward to seeing your woodwork, everyone tells me how hard it must be and that you finish everything manually.' He said, 'Yes, it's a job best done by hand,' and I said 'So it's a hand-" she swallowed hard, '-finished job?'"
"I can't hear anything wrong with that," said Kevin. "I said 'shit' fifteen times today and no-one complained.
Kimberley sighed. "Goddammit," she said.
"Oh shit," said Kevin sitting upright. "You can't say that in a public school!"
Sure, I'll try the
Posole´, how bad can it be?
I can totally handle a little heat
Could you add a little extra to mine?
You could just call an ambulance, I'm dying here.
Greg - yeah, it's the subtle stuff that I'll be catching over the next little while, I'm quite sure.
Really liked the difference between Kimberley's smile and Kevin's smile and general conduct. Also: that ending is brilliant and funny :D
Morganna - another fine acrostic. Really like the progression of this tiny tale from start to finish :)
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