I was at a big meeting last night, and I met another faculty member from another department. It turns out that one of the senior faculty members had offered to put me on a project that her husband was working on (which would have involved getting him off of it). I was never able to join the project. She introduced me to him. We chatted. I got up to get a glass of wine. I came back and he was gone, and she asked obliquely asked me if I were going to be working on any projects of the kind I had been excluded from.
That's a long set up to my saying what a little bitch that guy is, planting questions with his wife. Fucking twerp. He's all duded up when I meet him and doin his best Christoper Meloni impersonation, and he's too much of an eighth grade girl to be direct with me. Happily, I could beat him bloody if I chose to, which is surprisingly comforting.
That's a long set up to my saying what a little bitch that guy is, planting questions with his wife. Fucking twerp. He's all duded up when I meet him and doin his best Christoper Meloni impersonation, and he's too much of an eighth grade girl to be direct with me. Happily, I could beat him bloody if I chose to, which is surprisingly comforting.
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roethke:
And you sound like an asshole who can't read all too well. St. Patrick was simply not as awesome as people make him out to be, that's all. I never once said something bad about actual Irish people.
roethke:
Ok, I can understand how you misinterpreted what I wrote. St. Patrick didn't exactly exhibit what one would deem saintly behavior. By traditional celibration of St. Patrick's day, I meant how he originally behaved. I still hate Irish cuisine, though.