Erin has decided that she'll be going on a blog hiatus for an indefinite period of time.
Since it wouldn't make sense for me to keep a site whose title suggests both of us will be blogging here, I'm headed over to stephenmount.blogspot.com. Feel free to join me there if you'd like. I already have a post up about Oprah, so... yeah. (At some point, there will be site feeds on the sidebars, but they are down now, for some unknown reason. )
EDIT: THEY'RE FIXED
stephenanderin.blogspot.com is, as of now, defunct.
Wednesday, December 12, 2007
Tuesday, December 11, 2007
Weekly Poll
In the history of polls, from the steveipedia, on to stephenanderin, I don't believe there's been this close and spread out of a vote. Elf and Wonderful Life tied for the lead with 2 votes a piece. The Grinch and Best Christmas Pageant Ever each got 2 mentions as write ins. The only movie that didn't get a vote was Miracle on 34th Street. Very interesting and inconclusive results.
On to this week's inquiry. My question to you: Should you tip when you eat at Sonic? On one hand, they bring your food to you. On the other hand, it's not a "sit down" restaurant and they don't refill your drinks. Let me know your thoughts, as always, in the comment section.
Happy voting.
On to this week's inquiry. My question to you: Should you tip when you eat at Sonic? On one hand, they bring your food to you. On the other hand, it's not a "sit down" restaurant and they don't refill your drinks. Let me know your thoughts, as always, in the comment section.
Happy voting.
Monday, December 10, 2007
A Composition Instructor's Life: In Haikus
I.
White Christmas on stage,
Walking in Memphis at night,
Better than grading.
II.
Papers stacked up high,
My writing hand cramped and sore.
I long for the beach.
III.
My computer died.
Can I have an extension?
Not on your life, dude.
IV.
I spend precious time
Tracking down plagiarizers.
Cheaters never win.
V.
After four papers,
Students still can't format them.
Maybe they're all deaf.
To be continued...
White Christmas on stage,
Walking in Memphis at night,
Better than grading.
II.
Papers stacked up high,
My writing hand cramped and sore.
I long for the beach.
III.
My computer died.
Can I have an extension?
Not on your life, dude.
IV.
I spend precious time
Tracking down plagiarizers.
Cheaters never win.
V.
After four papers,
Students still can't format them.
Maybe they're all deaf.
To be continued...
Sunday, December 9, 2007
HymnSunday -- Oh, Little Town of Bethlehem
O little town of Bethlehem,
How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light;
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight.
For Christ is born of Mary,
And gathered all above,
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love.
O morning stars, together
Proclaim the holy birth!
And praises sing to God the King,
And peace to men on earth.
How silently, how silently,
The wondrous gift is giv'n!
So God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of His heav'n.
No ear may hear His coming,
But in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive Him, still
The dear Christ enters in.
O holy Child of Bethlehem!
Descend to us, we pray;
Cast out our sin and enter in,
Be born in us today.
We hear the Christmas angels
The great glad tidings tell;
O come to us, abide with us,
Our Lord Immanuel.
How still we see thee lie!
Above thy deep and dreamless sleep
The silent stars go by;
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light;
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee tonight.
For Christ is born of Mary,
And gathered all above,
While mortals sleep, the angels keep
Their watch of wondering love.
O morning stars, together
Proclaim the holy birth!
And praises sing to God the King,
And peace to men on earth.
How silently, how silently,
The wondrous gift is giv'n!
So God imparts to human hearts
The blessings of His heav'n.
No ear may hear His coming,
But in this world of sin,
Where meek souls will receive Him, still
The dear Christ enters in.
O holy Child of Bethlehem!
Descend to us, we pray;
Cast out our sin and enter in,
Be born in us today.
We hear the Christmas angels
The great glad tidings tell;
O come to us, abide with us,
Our Lord Immanuel.
Friday, December 7, 2007
Pic o' the Week-o
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