A freaky Friday
28/05/2004 09:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
izmeinaIzzie gets more and more eccentric.
Today for a pleasant change, was not rostered on to speak at the Izzie Friday morning gossip group. But that has never stopped the Iz.
Apart from big things like proper speeches, we also have the opportunity to be randomly picked to answer the issue of the day posed by another member. This is supposed to be good practice for speaking on the spot - ie making it up as you go along but sounding like you really know what you are talking about.
Then there is chairing meetings and meeting procedures. All exceptionally useful training for potential politicians and slithering serpents.
Iz wasn't rostered on or called upon to do any of those either.
Most of the meeting procedure stuff is not the real thing -ie not legally binding, so some of the suggestions can be really quite silly or outrageous. Today's was not so novel but looked to be more than half a page. One member commented "That's not a motion. That's a Bill!"
Basically the proposal was that in order to fund a publicity and advertising campaign, our weekly meeting fee be increased by $$2 which would be used to sponsor the Eagles Football club which in return would give us free mentions at matches and stuff.
Iz was not amused and claimed this to be a case of blatant discrimination and favoritism. I suggested that the words "Eagles Football club" be replaced with "Slytherin Quidditch Team". The footy fans were not amused but one of evil Izzie's minions suggested that the other three houses of Hogwarts were also entitled to some funding.
Needless to say - due to pathological hatred and bias against serpents in the Muggle community, this amendment was not passed.
But the critic did comment that Iz comes up with the strangest ideas and must have been reading way way too many books to which one of the other members retorted "Oh no. She's been reading the one book too many times!"
That was a most entertaining start to the day to be followed by watching more of the Izzie chickens come home to roost. All the nasty assignments are out of the way now and all have been returned except one. She keeps hanging on to them Iz thinks, as a way of getting us to turn up to next week's class.
So now there remains only the auditing exam which is worth 60% of the total unit mark and so far the Iz has accumulated 27 of a possible 40 for assignments. So it's got to be a minimum of 43/60 in the exam to get the 70% that I'm aiming for.
The other examinable unit - was most delighted indeed to get the third of the randomly collected weeks work with a big fat 10 on it. So now we got 16.7 out of 20 marks for those and will have to wait till next week to get that very nasty essay back that ruined the Izzie Easter.
But it is so so nice to be spending a Friday evening slinking and surfing in Cyberia instead of typing nasty auditing questionses. We still have them to do but they will not be collected. But it would be silly not to for only that reason. It's only when you actually do stuff that you find out if you really knew it or only think you did. But now I will be able to sit outside in the sunshine and answer the questions instead of being stuck over a keyboard late on a Friday night.
All week we've had the crispest and crunchiest of weather. The temperature has been between 4-19 c. Just perfect Izzie weather. Nice and cold but not so cold as to be miserable.
Since the class finished today at 1pm - was not possible to venture too far from the lair in search of coffees or picnic spots. Decided to catch the train and walk about ten minutes from the station to the usual Izzie spot on the beach.
What a freak show. It was a very busy time of day and standing room only. These two blond Swiss misses kept saying to people "Oh you can't sit there. We are waiting for some one" Iz was most amused and amazed. When you got nerve you can get away with anything. Some old guy who they should have given up their seats for wanted to sit there and spent the time whingeing that they had no right to do that. And of course they didn't. But he just wimped off and sat somewhere else and just complained loudly. Not one single person told these pair where to get off. But they got their reward when a pair of creepie crawlies went and sat near them.
The guy looked fairly normal - sort of like a cross between Russell Crowe and Sirius Black. But the girl...Iz couldn't work out if she was a wicked witch, an anorexiac or a junkie or possibly all three. Not only ugly and skinny as a rake but utterly spooky and kookie too. The pair of them sit next to the Swiss misses and the next thing this guy has got his shirt undone and what looks like a piece of rockmelon being rubbed all over his manboobs. She's then licking it off and smooching all over him with her glad rags all over the place in various states of unbuttonedness. Actually she was so skinny that his breasts would have been bigger than hers. Iz never did get to see any more of this scary steamy spectacle as the train was rather full at that stage and the Izzie view was blocked. But the old man who had wanted to sit there was directly opposite them and enjoying the view immensely.
Iz kept thinking. Damn - where are the Dementors on this train when you really need them? when it suddenly occurs to me that she would make a perfect incarnation of such a creature if she hadn't left her black cape at home. Izzie got off at the beach and left the pair of them to their rattling and sucking and could not help but wonder what the bunch of Malaysian women on the train in their hijabs were thinking at the sight of such western decadence.
It's one thing seeeing loviedovie starry eyed couples who can't keep their hands off each other but these strange spookie beings - it truly was like watching some one having their soul sucked out by some leering lecherous Dementor. I guess it was so unusual to see the woman in the role after seeing so many of those Mad magazines as a flobberworm where the guy always got that job and always looked hilariously super creepy with his popped out eyes and panting tongue.
Even without being able to see them - there was something in the air that you could feel and it was uncannily creepy.
Iz guesses that lots of folks had their phones out on that train and that crazy couple had their fifteen minutes of fame.
Today for a pleasant change, was not rostered on to speak at the Izzie Friday morning gossip group. But that has never stopped the Iz.
Apart from big things like proper speeches, we also have the opportunity to be randomly picked to answer the issue of the day posed by another member. This is supposed to be good practice for speaking on the spot - ie making it up as you go along but sounding like you really know what you are talking about.
Then there is chairing meetings and meeting procedures. All exceptionally useful training for potential politicians and slithering serpents.
Iz wasn't rostered on or called upon to do any of those either.
Most of the meeting procedure stuff is not the real thing -ie not legally binding, so some of the suggestions can be really quite silly or outrageous. Today's was not so novel but looked to be more than half a page. One member commented "That's not a motion. That's a Bill!"
Basically the proposal was that in order to fund a publicity and advertising campaign, our weekly meeting fee be increased by $$2 which would be used to sponsor the Eagles Football club which in return would give us free mentions at matches and stuff.
Iz was not amused and claimed this to be a case of blatant discrimination and favoritism. I suggested that the words "Eagles Football club" be replaced with "Slytherin Quidditch Team". The footy fans were not amused but one of evil Izzie's minions suggested that the other three houses of Hogwarts were also entitled to some funding.
Needless to say - due to pathological hatred and bias against serpents in the Muggle community, this amendment was not passed.
But the critic did comment that Iz comes up with the strangest ideas and must have been reading way way too many books to which one of the other members retorted "Oh no. She's been reading the one book too many times!"
That was a most entertaining start to the day to be followed by watching more of the Izzie chickens come home to roost. All the nasty assignments are out of the way now and all have been returned except one. She keeps hanging on to them Iz thinks, as a way of getting us to turn up to next week's class.
So now there remains only the auditing exam which is worth 60% of the total unit mark and so far the Iz has accumulated 27 of a possible 40 for assignments. So it's got to be a minimum of 43/60 in the exam to get the 70% that I'm aiming for.
The other examinable unit - was most delighted indeed to get the third of the randomly collected weeks work with a big fat 10 on it. So now we got 16.7 out of 20 marks for those and will have to wait till next week to get that very nasty essay back that ruined the Izzie Easter.
But it is so so nice to be spending a Friday evening slinking and surfing in Cyberia instead of typing nasty auditing questionses. We still have them to do but they will not be collected. But it would be silly not to for only that reason. It's only when you actually do stuff that you find out if you really knew it or only think you did. But now I will be able to sit outside in the sunshine and answer the questions instead of being stuck over a keyboard late on a Friday night.
All week we've had the crispest and crunchiest of weather. The temperature has been between 4-19 c. Just perfect Izzie weather. Nice and cold but not so cold as to be miserable.
Since the class finished today at 1pm - was not possible to venture too far from the lair in search of coffees or picnic spots. Decided to catch the train and walk about ten minutes from the station to the usual Izzie spot on the beach.
What a freak show. It was a very busy time of day and standing room only. These two blond Swiss misses kept saying to people "Oh you can't sit there. We are waiting for some one" Iz was most amused and amazed. When you got nerve you can get away with anything. Some old guy who they should have given up their seats for wanted to sit there and spent the time whingeing that they had no right to do that. And of course they didn't. But he just wimped off and sat somewhere else and just complained loudly. Not one single person told these pair where to get off. But they got their reward when a pair of creepie crawlies went and sat near them.
The guy looked fairly normal - sort of like a cross between Russell Crowe and Sirius Black. But the girl...Iz couldn't work out if she was a wicked witch, an anorexiac or a junkie or possibly all three. Not only ugly and skinny as a rake but utterly spooky and kookie too. The pair of them sit next to the Swiss misses and the next thing this guy has got his shirt undone and what looks like a piece of rockmelon being rubbed all over his manboobs. She's then licking it off and smooching all over him with her glad rags all over the place in various states of unbuttonedness. Actually she was so skinny that his breasts would have been bigger than hers. Iz never did get to see any more of this scary steamy spectacle as the train was rather full at that stage and the Izzie view was blocked. But the old man who had wanted to sit there was directly opposite them and enjoying the view immensely.
Iz kept thinking. Damn - where are the Dementors on this train when you really need them? when it suddenly occurs to me that she would make a perfect incarnation of such a creature if she hadn't left her black cape at home. Izzie got off at the beach and left the pair of them to their rattling and sucking and could not help but wonder what the bunch of Malaysian women on the train in their hijabs were thinking at the sight of such western decadence.
It's one thing seeeing loviedovie starry eyed couples who can't keep their hands off each other but these strange spookie beings - it truly was like watching some one having their soul sucked out by some leering lecherous Dementor. I guess it was so unusual to see the woman in the role after seeing so many of those Mad magazines as a flobberworm where the guy always got that job and always looked hilariously super creepy with his popped out eyes and panting tongue.
Even without being able to see them - there was something in the air that you could feel and it was uncannily creepy.
Iz guesses that lots of folks had their phones out on that train and that crazy couple had their fifteen minutes of fame.
