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FNL: Think About Direction, Wonder Why You Haven't Before [Dec. 10th, 2009|11:05 am]

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Title: Think About Direction, Wonder Why You Haven't Before
Rating: Teen (language)
Characters: Billy & Mindy
Spoilers: All of S4, especially 4x05
Author's Note: Written for FNL_Laundrylist #37 prompt #14 -- What does Major Spoiler for S4 ) look like to somebody at the far periphery? What does Vince, Mindy, Luke, Becky, Lyla or even JD think about it?

Legalese: Friday Night Lights is copyright its respective owners. This is written as a labor of loving whatiffery in response to a fannish challenge.


Your feet are going to be on the ground / Your head is there to move you around. )
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International Human Rights Day [Dec. 10th, 2009|12:00 pm]

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"All human beings are born free and equal in dignity and rights.They are endowed with reason and conscience and should act towards one another in a spirit of sisterhood."

When you see this in your friendslist, quote from the Universal Declaration of Human Rights.

Sexual Minorities Uganda asked for people all over the world to make today an international day of protest against the Ugandan Anti-Homosexuality Bill: You Cannot Tell Me You Will Kill Me Because I’m Gay. Today at noon in London activists will gather in front of the Ugandan High Commission in Trafalgar Square.

The original text says "in a spirit of brotherhood", and to note again how often human rights for women are regarded as optional.


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Vote Doodle 4 Google! [Dec. 10th, 2009|08:56 am]

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British schoolchildren doodle for Google...

(And consider, if you will, how very few of them have any idea there are women in British history. ...bah.)

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[Dec. 10th, 2009|05:24 pm]

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Who: Gabe and William
When: As the dust settles and the smoke clears, extremely early Monday morning
Where: What used to be the entrance hall, before William and Nate blew it up, the irresponsible vandals, tsk
What: Perfectly understandable reactions

The whole resurrection-of-Hogwarts business had gone a bit backwards in the past few days.

In fact, Gabe wasn't sure the entrance hall, at least, had looked this bad when he'd first arrived at the school. There were black scorchmarks on the walls and silver ones on the ceiling and house-elf ash and goo squished between the flagstones, though Gabe had to cop the mea culpa for some of that. The courtyard was going to have to be replanted - relandscaped; re-everythinged - though exterior decorating was really the last thing Gabe was thinking about as he picked his careful way across it.

One of the huge doors - which Gabe would've said were indestructible; clearly not - was simply gone, and the other just had its top corner hanging crazily from one hinge. Schechter had fixed it in place with a spell, but everyone still ducked nervously when they went under it. And really, everyone; the entrance hall might be gutted, but it was packed with people. Seemed like every surviving member of staff was there, along with half of the upper classes, which shouldn't be surprising, considering a lot of what had just transpired would've been visible from two of the commonrooms, and probably audible from the other two.

Gabe wasn't surprised, and he wasn't precisely displeased either. He was totally delighted to see them all looking so thrilled and victorious and, y'know, alive, but right now he was more interested in one person in particular.
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Oh well, what the hell. [Dec. 9th, 2009|09:55 pm]

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If I came with a warning label, what would it say?

Just out of morbid curiosity.

*****

So, the Adam Lambert segment on Barbara Walters special about the 10 Most Fascinating People of the Year. Short? Disappointing? What the hell was that?

I did get one good laugh out of it when Babs talked about when Adam "came out" in Rolling Stone, "shocking absolutely no one." Preach it, Babs. The dude wasn't hiding a damn thing.

*****

Ugh, ugh, *scours the 'net for the latest episode of Glee* C'mon, bitches, I need my Kurt fix!
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[Staff Noticeboard] [Dec. 9th, 2009|09:18 pm]

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To all staff,

Mr. Novarro from Hufflepuff has offered his services as a teaching assistant to any professors who might be interested. I would recommend those with heavier workloads primarily take advantage of this offer, but it is open to anyone who feels they or their classes might benefit from Mr. Novarro's attention. If you are interested, please inform me within the next few days. I'll set up a rotation for Mr. Novarro for the next few weeks until we see where he can be of the most value to both the staff and the school.

Sincerely,
Headmaster Schechter
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Drumming diary: Mr. Brightside II [Dec. 9th, 2009|05:21 pm]

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I'm gonna be giving myself another week on this one - it's a complex song, and I've just realized that I've got change up the sticking in order to play the sixteenth notes fast enough.

At 140 bpm, there's no way I'll be able to play sixteenth notes while single-sticking it, so I'm going to double-stick and roll all of those notes. 'Double-sticking' is when you loosen your hold on the sticks and allow them to bounce on the drum head (or in this case, the hit-hat). The secondary hit, obviously, is not as powerful, but there's just no way I can move my limbs fast enough to single-stick those sections.

That will make it tricky to hit the snare just once on 2 and 4, but I'll have to train my hand to switch back and forth. It also means I've got to retrain my limbs to play the verses, then match the rest of the song to that faster tempo. Once I get the verses (and the breaks, the breaks are kind of tricky) down, the rest of the song should be easy. *knock on wood*
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[Owl to Headmaster Schechter] [Dec. 9th, 2009|07:13 pm]

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[Unsent, partially scribbled over, tossed out, and then burned, just for good measure.]

Headmaster Schechter,

Somebody told me
I heard that, given all the recent insanity at Hogwarts,

I've heard that some of the professors need assistants. I'd like to apply; I'm not picky as to placement, and I really need something to do


[Sent]

Headmaster Schechter,

I've heard through various sources that some of the faculty are looking for 6th- 7th-year assistants. If this is still true, would it be possible for you to at least take me into consideration? I'd be willing to assist anyone. My academic record isn't outstanding, but I'm a fast learner.

If you would rather get someone else, I understand. Thanks for your time,

Nate Novarro
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Imaginary friend meetup [Dec. 9th, 2009|11:34 pm]

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Managed to miss two work-related events that I'd wanted to go to, but in compensation, I met [info]threeoranges, who is lovely. (Both in personality, which I knew about, and gorgeous, which I didn't.)

I bought her a coffee. She bought me a beer.

Just for a change, I caught the 24 all the way to the Infirmary. (It's 35 minutes, give or take, from Lothian Road: quite quick, compared to the 21.)

My dad was doing well (though his cheerfulness may have been because they forgot about his evening torture session physiotherapy) and I had found him a couple of Stephen King books to read. Which is slightly unique, really, my dad is so not the horror novel type.

I have run myself a hot bath. That's nice, too.

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*raises eyebrow at Huffington Post* [Dec. 9th, 2009|10:57 am]

stele3
Huh. I posted my open letter to Jennifer Vanasco in the comments of her blog article over 24 hours ago.

The Huffington Post staff have yet to allow them to be posted. (Comments are moderated.)

Huh.

*sips tea* Pardon me while I'm deeply unimpressed by a supposedly left-wing newspaper, and the free press in general.
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This is what I get for fooling around on the Internet [Dec. 9th, 2009|12:47 am]

stele3
Did anyone else notice Tom Conrad's picture of William Beckett's spread legs on the "Sex Is Not The Enemy" blog?

Right here. (Note: that picture is SFW. Most of the others linked below are not.)

I'm presuming that someone in the fandom sent it in...I've seen this blog making the rounds on my flist. If not, and Tomrad reads SINTE, then......yeah, I can't think of a proper response.

If you're not reading this feed, you should be. There's all kinds of beautiful, sexy, strange, and just plain amazing stuff to see and read there. Like:
+ A naked woman in horns.
+ Genderfuckery galore. Half the time I have to examine the pictures before I can even take a guess as to who is what gender. When viewing an older picture I literally murmured aloud, "Okay, who does the penis belong to......?"
+ Gorgeous erotica. (Personally, I love the kind that doesn't necessarily show a lot, you know? You can do so much with so little. I mean, look at that picture. I am. :))
+ A daily dose of awwwww. They look so sweet!
+ Body positivity.
+ Funny cartoons.
+ Whatever the hell is going on here.
+ I almost feel bad looking at this one. It seems so private.
+ This dude (SFW) has to be one of the most conventionally masculine-looking FTM transmen that I have ever seen in my life. DAMN. I'd expect to see that guy sauntering out of an Abercrombie and Fitch ad, or maybe moving through the pot haze of a frat party with a red plastic cup of beer in hand.

ALSO, HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT. I don't know whether to be terrified or turned on.

Anyway, yeah. Go check it out.



ETA: Ahahahahahaaaaa, I just ran across pictures that my college friend Kristen drew of her wife Kim. Hi, explicit Kim! I see you haven't changed! Hee.
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Seattle Ho! [Dec. 8th, 2009|02:34 pm]

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I've been mostly away from the internets for a while, so I thought I'd post an update. The spousal unit and I are up in Seattle, house-hunting. He's changing jobs and due to report for work up here in mid-January, so we're trying to figure out where we're going to live. It's been up and down so far.

First, it's been freaking cold up here all week. :/ They've been having record lows for the last few days, imported from the Arctic especially for us, I'm sure. I still need to buy a coat one of these days. Actually, there are times when I'd like to pile about half the hotel room furniture in the middle of the floor and start a bonfire, but that's probably not practical. [cough] But it's heating back up! It's actually supposed to be above freezing here at some point today -- might actually be above freezing now, I'm not sure. But wow, thirty-four degrees -- heat wave! [eyeroll/shiver]

Read more... )
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Stoopid NHS Trust... [Dec. 8th, 2009|05:14 pm]

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Edinburgh used to have a Royal Infimary in the city centre, and lots of small specialist hospitals and clinics built decades or even a century or more ago, all usefully accessible to the people who used them.

Then we got an NHS Trust that looked at this spread of healthcare and said OOH PRIME CITY CENTRE BUILDING SITES, and sold all the land off to property developers and used the money to fund a Public-Private Partnership (ie, a big con) to build a giant hospital an hour's bus ride out from the city centre. Miles and miles from anywhere.

So while I love my dad and want to see him, I am getting really increasingly pissed off with the decision that means my evenings are occupied from 5:30-9:00 by travelling out to the Royal Infirmary, having visiting time with my dad, and travelling back again. There is nowhere to buy a cup of tea or coffee - the only cafe closes (I assume) at 6pm, since I've never seen it open. There is a sort of mini-mall in the main entrance, but the only shop open when I get there is WHSmiths, which closes at 8pm, which has tail-end sandwiches left by the time I get there.

(My first time, I thought to buy one of the meal bargains - you get a sandwich, a bottle of water/soft drink, a packet of crisps - but they'd run out of water the size that went with the meal bargain, I don't do soft drinks, and the sandwich / crisps were both being sold at the kind of inflated prices you see when a shop has (a) a captive market (b) a hefty ground rent.)

I'm feeling kind of lost and isolated at work right now because my colleagues are all frantic about other things and I'm feeling mostly "OMG DAD!" which of course no one else is. And I can see why they're frantic and would be sharing that franticness except that I don't have room for it past "OMG DAD!"

Off for my long bus ride now...


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[Dec. 7th, 2009|02:58 pm]

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Who: Bob and Gerard, also William, eventually, and pretty much anyone who's injured
Where: Hospital wing
What: Settling in and patching up injuries.
When: Around and during lunch on Tuesday (10/27)

While he would've preferred some time to settle in and get everything arranged according to his preferences before starting in on any patients, it was apparent to Bob as he pushed the door to the hospital wing open and stepped inside that he was not going to get that chance. A good quarter of the wings beds looked to be filled from where he stood, and if Adam was to believed, these were just those who were badly enough injured that they couldn't walk about.

Several students glanced up with fearful looks as Bob limped the rest of the into the room. Of these, some relaxed when they saw Betsy winding around Bob's ankles, arching her back and rubbing against his calf before trotting off to the back of the room, hopping up onto the pillow of one of the free cots, and promptly curling up and falling asleep. Still others relaxed when Bob smiled at them, but a number still looked tense despite that. Which was to be expected after what they'd all just been through.

"Hello. I'm Healer Bryar. I hear the old school nurse had an unfortunate encounter with undead house elves last week, so I'll be replacing her until the headmaster manages to con some other sucker into taking the job. Now, does anyone happen to know who's in the worst condition?" Bob waited a little while, taking the time to take off his pack and drop it next to the door. When it became clear no one was going to volunteer, he sighed and fixed them all with a look. "While I'm sure you lot would love to stay in bed and keep on skipping class, I'm going to tell you right now that without the house elves, there aren't enough available and able bodies in the school to keep your sheets clean. Have any of you seen bedsores? Not a pretty sight, but hey, they happen."
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An open letter to Jennifer Vanasco, editor-in-chief of 365gay.com [Dec. 7th, 2009|01:31 pm]

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Dear Jennifer,

I read your recent Huffington Post article ("How Adam Lambert Is Hurting Gay Marriage") with varying degrees of frustration and horror.

First of all, I find it very telling that your title focuses so exclusively on gay marriage. I guess it shouldn't be surprising: when I recently came out to a coworker she rushed to assure me that she supported gay marriage. To which I wanted to respond, "....so?" I have no desire to ever get married; yet my identity has become synonymous with that struggle...in fact, gay marriage has come to dominate any discussion of gay rights.

I use "gay" here in its proper definition -- i.e. "same-sex, esp. men" - because that is exactly what gay rights has become: upper-class, white gay men and lesbians determined to make their lives exactly like those of heterosexual people. We have seen the Holy Grail, and it's a white picket fence with a house, two parents, and 2.5 children. The perfect nuclear family, modified only slightly, just a little bit, pretty please. Who could ask for anything more? No one, according to you.

And here I thought we were supposed to be fighting repression, not perpetuating the practice.

Which is not to say that I am against same-sex marriage -- just against the idea that it's the only dream worth aspiring to, and that a pseudo-heterosexual lifestyle should somehow be my ideal, too. Two friends of mine, lesbians, got married during that brief, precious window of opportunity in California. They had a full ceremony, one of them changed her last name, the whole works. Oh, how lovely, you'd probably croon, and put them up on a kid-friendly slideshow to show mainstream America how nice and friendly the Gays really are, how we really want to be just like them.

Except, my friends were and continue to be in an open relationship, and are into the kind of scene that revels in leashes and crawling around onstage. That is the kind of marriage that makes them happy. It works for them.

It's very clear which part of their marriage is palatable to mainstream America, and to you.

You remind me of Frank Kameny, the gay rights activist who organized marches in the 60's. He's inarguably a pioneer; he also forced women to wear skirts, men to wear suits and ties during the marches and wouldn't allow same-sex handholding. When two women attempted to do so, he immediately broke them up saying, "None of that!" You and Kameny are both so focused on achieving the same rights as the heterosexual majority that you have adopted their tactics, too -- censorship and moral panic. Oh my god, Adam Lambert is destroying the moral fabric of America the gay community.

It was the drag queens and hustlers at Stonewall, Jennifer. And it was the drag queens and hustlers who were very quickly edged out of the mainstream gay rights movement by people like Kameny because they were too gauche, too gaudy, too sexual. Sound familiar? Yes, Adam Lambert got up in front of millions of Americans and dared to openly express his sexuality; it's a sexuality that includes BDSM tones, as anyone who's seen him perform or read his interviews will know. You rushed to side with the FCC and wag your finger at him, because that's what you really want: to be part of that big happy majority and never mind what parts of your identity or community you have to repress or screen in order to make all gays seem non-threatening (acceptable, apologetic).

Newsflash: if we all behaved in a way that wouldn't shock or upset mainstream American culture, none of us would be queer. And I use "queer" in its adopted definition, meaning "all of us." The married lesbians who enjoy flogging. The transman wrestling with the start of his transition and being told by his LGBT college class that chromosomes are the sole determinant of gender. The asexual currently glaring at her computer screen as she types furiously away. The glam rocker who put on a performance no more salacious than those of his straight peers. We are a far more varied community than just "gay," and no, not all of us want that white picket fence. Jumping on a high horse to condemn how anyone in our community expresses their sexuality (within the legal and moral confines of consent) is the kind of thing best left to Jerry Falwell, whose foundation Liberty Counsel has rushed to condemn Adam Lambert as well. You're on the same side as Jerry Falwell right now, Jennifer. Well done.

Adam Lambert might indeed be hurting the picture of The Harmless Gays Who Just Want To Live Like Regular Folks that you're so desperately propping up, but you are hurting the queer community.

But you don't care. You want to live in your pretty glass house with all the trappings of a heterosexual life, but with a chewy gay center that is properly tucked away so as not to shock the neighbors. So you go on Huffington Post and you decry a man for openly expressing his sexuality, calling it thoughtless, degrading, and dishonorable.

I know a word just as dirty as "dishonor," Jennifer, and twice as damning: sellout.

Regards,
A Queer Woman
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patronus messenger to gerard, just before lunch on tuesday [Dec. 7th, 2009|11:29 am]

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[ delivered by Adam's wolf in an entirely exasperated tone ]

Gerard -
There's a guy by the name of Bob who says he's a healer who's just arrived via floo, bellowing and making threats if his cat has sustained injuries. Being that he's a healer, I reckon he should talk to you, since you've been doing that lately. He's on his way to the hospital wing. I told him you'd meet him there. Although take your time, he's not great company.
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Sleeping dad [Dec. 7th, 2009|03:34 pm]

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Composing a note to my dad, I realised I was actually not sure how to address it. I have for years avoided it because one simply doesn't write letters these days. E-mails begin with "hi". Cards and presents are formally addressed.

How do I think of him? He's his name, of course: he's Father, which is how I speak to him more often than not: he is "my dad", which is how I reference him to others more often than not: he is "Pops" or "Granpops" to my siblings and to my nephews, respectively, but I've never thought of him as either one, though I can and do switch to their terminology when speaking with them. I addressed the note, in the end, to "Dear Name", on the basis that the nurses would realise more easily who it belonged to if it got cleared off the over-the-bed table at night. He is also half of the collective referent "the parents" which is how me and my brother and sister discuss them as a joint problem. Er, yes.

He was asleep when I arrived (late: bus breakdown) last night, and I sat watching/listening to him sleep, feeling that it would be a mistake to wake him up. He woke about quarter to eight, and concurred. We sat together till about ten past eight, or shortly after the trolley came in with the evening tea, and then I went home, because visiting hours officially end at 8pm and I thought it better to leave before being formally asked to go.

Sleeping did him good, though he is clearly getting better: he suffers pain now (he says) only in the broken bone, not all over. He was out of bed for an hour, and while it exhausted and hurt him, he didn't actually feel he was going to collapse, as on Saturday: and he is off the oxygen which was cleaning out his system after the anaesthetic. He rang my mum Sunday morning to remind her about the newsletters for the Quaker Meeting he had meant to deliver on Thursday, and was about to call her again after I'd left to let her know that the publisher of his book should know he is in hospital and not available to respond to e-mails. (Fortunately, he won't receive the proofs till 13th January - "your birthday", he said with a grin - and they don't have to go back to the publishers till February.) So. But, he is still not well enough to focus - to read/listen to radio. Though I brought him a new set of earphones, the sort that actually fit inside your ears (you don't know until you've tried them how much better the sound quality is) and a travel radio as an early Christmas present.

(Unfortunately, his ward is in a transmitter shadow, so he can't use the radio in hospital, though there is a hospital radio behind his bed.)

He's better. He will be getting better. Hopefully, he will be out of the hospital for Christmas, though that only leaves the problem open for now about where my parents are going to go, for how long, and how. (My mum planned to contact the university to ask about a flat with disabled access, available on a short let, as for a visiting scholar: which would be perfect if possible. If she does. Um.)
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[Dec. 6th, 2009|09:20 pm]

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WHO: Adam and Bob
WHERE: the kitchen
WHAT: Bob's arrival, post-apocalypse.
WHEN: just before lunch, Tuesday (10/27)

Chore rotations now that all of the school's house elves were re-dead, as opposed to un-dead, sucked. In fact, while he was standing in the kitchens trying to make the most out of the crazy insta-prep meals that had been delivered to feed the army that was in residence at Hogwarts, he was thinking of the best way to get out of ever having to be in on laundry rotation. Or dusting. He was morally opposed to dusting. He had allergies. Lots of students (and teachers!) had cats. It made Adam want to die. It was a legitimate thing.

But he didn't mind fussing around in the kitchen, even though it wasn't like actual cooking, more like standing around and pointing his wand at things to heat them up, or mixing them together. It was kind of boring, actually. But it was better than doing laundry. Or dusting. He was wondering where Schechter even got this amount of stuff on such short notice. Clearly Hogsmeade had hidden shops he hadn't discovered yet. Or Schechter had freaky connections. Adam was pretty sure he knew which was the case. He decided to stop thinking about it and get back to work, rummaging through boxes and singing to himself under his breath as he worked.
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Issues with notifiactions [Dec. 6th, 2009|09:23 pm]

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There have been a lot of issues with notifications with several email providers for the past 2 weeks. Seems that a spammer has been using insanejournal.com as a landing page for their spam. This is causing some email providers to either delay or completely block mail from insanejournal.com.

There isn't anything we can do about this besides continue to be vigilant in suspending these accounts. If you own an account that gets suspended with no notification it is because your account was mistakenly identified as a spam account. Due to the shear volume of accounts being suspended we cannot review each individual account so some mistakes may be made.

Please understand we have been and will continue to do anything we can to stop this spam and therefore restore the ability to send email to a number of providers.
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[Owl to Bob Bryar] [Dec. 6th, 2009|07:46 pm]

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Bob,

I heard you might still be looking for a new place of employment. You know I’ve been made Headmaster of Hogwarts, and we’re looking for a new school nurse. The circumstances surrounding this vacancy are unfortunate, to say the least, and I’d be lying if I said similar dire situations were even all that unusual around here. I don’t plan on losing anyone else, though, and the position comes with room, board and salary if that makes it any more appealing. I know you turned me down once before, but I wouldn’t be asking again if we weren’t fairly desperate. I have thirty-two injured kids and several wounded staff members right now if you would even consider filling in as a temporary measure, until I can find a full-time replacement. We could use someone with a firm hand and a soft heart.

You know where to find me if you’re interested.

Sincerely,
Brian Schechter
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