Dottore

I take Aunt Tudi to the hand doctor this morning. Her hands are an arthritic mess that she can barely use. When you're a human and you can't use your hands, you may as well be driven off into the hills by angry tribesmen and left to die that lonely death of Natural Selection. Instead, though, I'm taking her to the doctor. After leaving Dr. Essman, we need to go by the big PO and the dentist, so I can pay for my Big Bodacious Tooth Yankin' from a month or so ago.

Then home, at which time I will be writing more on JF9. It's time J checks out of Arkham. The place is a bore.

Before any of this transpires, though, I'm enjoying a nice cuppa and some cheese Danish. The Dutch the conjured the Danish after trying to invent the Perfect Munchie to have handy once their tokin' took effect.

Webcam assignment

Sometime this week, I have to do my 3 - 5 minute presentation on the importance of body language in human communication. I really dread this. First off, I have never been good at making speeches or doing presentations, even though some have told me I do fine at it. Secondly, I'll be using this blasted webcam, which freaks me out. My primary concern is trying to maintain eye contact with this teentsie camera resting at the top of my monitor. I'm not concerned with what I'm gonna say. I could write reams on human body language and how we communicate with each other (and other non-human Earthlings) without even knowing we're doing it or what we're saying. I really need to do this right, though, because I'm sucking in the class thanks to lack of communication between myself and my instructor. That's kind of sad, too, considering the class is called "Professional Communications." When the teacher eval came around for me to fill out, I gave this instructor a big, fat, undulating F.

Ear Worm

::sings::

I like to sing-a ~ about the moon-a and the June-a and the Spring-a!