March 5, 2004
Friday
What was...
- ...your first grade teacher's name?
Mrs. Emmerich. I was in a combined first-second grade class, multi-talented or something gifted, and then the same for third-fourth grade, but with Ms. ("Blonde Bombshell") Vlaming, who used to bring her guitar and sing for us, and then I was only there for third grade. There was a song that she used to sing about a cat, and I wish to hell I could remember it because I want to learn how to play it. It was a funny song, but I think the cat dies or something like that. The more I think of it, the more I think it's "Smelly Cat," but I know it's not. Anyway, first grade was Mrs. Emmerich at Oak View Elementary School in Bolingbrook, Illinois, 1977-ish, before it burned down. When I was in third grade, I'll never forget waking up in the middle of the night with my parents looking out my bedroom window over the roofs of the other houses at the bright, orange glow of my school on fire. We moved to Iowa later that year anyway, and that was that. Back in first grade, Mrs. Emmerich brought her mother in to visit us once. Being an artist, her mother taught us how to draw cats, a talent I have to this day (see below). Meow.
- ...your favorite Saturday morning cartoon?
I always loved the Looney Tunes. They are the best cartoons ever and still. - ...the name of your very first best friend?
Kirk West, also of Bolingbrook, Illinois. His mother was Linda. She had long platinum blond hair, straight as a line, and she drove a Pacer. - ...your favorite breakfast cereal?
Frosted Flakes, Fruity Pebbles, Frankenberry. - ...your favorite thing to do after school?
Run home and watch the Superfriends!
So, I was out "sick" for two days. I get back today to find two e-mails from two different people requesting help. I wrote them back explaining that I was out of the office and asking if they had been helped by now. You know, might it have occurred to them to seek other assistance if they couldn't get through to me? Apparently not, because both men wrote back saying that they hadn't been helped, it's two days later, they're now behind schedule, and it's all my fault, blah, blah, blah. So, because I have 18 days left of this mess, and because I have nothing to lose, I replied that they should stop slapping their dicks on the table because we don't change our rules for them, and if they want expedited help, they should go through the proper channels like nice little boys do, and then they should think about getting the fuck over themselves. And one other thing: BITE ME.
