1. A site called ‘Who Represents‘ where you can find the name of the agent that represents a celebrity. Their domain name is:
2. Experts Exchange, a knowledge base where programmers can exchange advice and views at:
3. Looking for a pen? Look no further than Pen Island at:
4. Need a therapist? Try Therapist Finder at:
5. Then of course, there’s the Italian Power Generator company:
6. And now, we have the Mole Station Native Nursery, based in New South Wales:
7. If you’re looking for computer software, there’s always:
8. Welcome to the First Cumming Methodist Church . Their website is:
9. Then, of course, there’s these brainless art designers, and their whacky website:
10. Want to holiday in Lake Tahoe ? Try their brochure website at:
I drove out to my office today — after rush hour, where I mostly printed off things I need to edit tomorrow, and then did some research toward my final paper for my linguistics class. I left before the next rush hour.
Class was no more, or less, excruciating than usual tonight. A new development: twice the professor took his big white rag, and erased a section of the board with his notes on it that he hadn't yet covered.
The first time it was about two-thirds of a column he had written, and since some of the students hadn't yet copied them yet, he re-wrote them. The second time, two girls squealed loud enough when he started that he stopped after only erasing a few words.
Yet one more piece of the ever-mounting evidence that handouts might be a better idea than making everyone copy a board full of notes every night. I'm just saying...
We got our "midterm extra credit" papers back — the one on which I wasn't even sure I understood the question. Well, evidently, I understood 70% of the question, as I received seven big bad points to add to my 77. That puts my grade at an 84, which is a B.
So this is where I now stand in the class, and it's not pretty:
|Assignment||% of Total Grade||My Grade|
Someone pointed out in class tonight that we only meet two more times, and this class is done. Praise Jesus on a child-sized Simmons Beauty Rest mattress in a crib in the manager in Bethlehem.