The perverse incentives of academia
6 years ago
June 28, 2009
Keep your magic underwear to yourself!
Why do some people insist on waking other people up on a perfectly good Sunday morning? No, I don't need no magic underwear. And no, I have not gone to your home to tell you its a sham, so why are you bothering me?!?
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I hope this was a phone call and not a house call! I'm not sure what I would do if someone showed up at my house hawking magic underwear!
Actually, they knocked on my door. Hubby was out at a gym, so I went up to the door thinking he forgot his keys, and there they were! I couldn't close the door fast enough.
WTF?? Magic underwear??? Have you moved to Berkley? That is the only place I can think someone would try to sell magic underwear
SM - LOL! Thanks for the warning about Berkeley, but no, that's not where I am at ;)
Umm...what is the magic underwear supposed to do for you?
MadHatter - what's your address? Next time, I will just send them your way to answer that question ;)
Haha...very funny! But you know, these days it's hard enough to get grants funded that I might almost be willing to try magic underwear. As long as they're pretty and sexy, I mean...no grandma underwear for me! :-)
Is this like a Mormon thing or something?
Hello. Just checking out new blogs and thought yours was really interesting. Hope you'd come check out mine.
MadHatter - could you really be picky if the underwear got you grants? ;)
Cath - I think so. New area, new quirks, I guess.
LeeBeth - welcome! You've got some interesting poems on your blog!
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