Sounds like a good sign to me, vw.

When I get carded, I smile brightly and say, "I'm old enough to be flattered that you asked," while reaching into my wallet. Then I add, "And don't tell me you look at everyone's ID, or you'll spoil my fun."

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Hi, I'm Sunil Patel. You may remember me from such conversations as "*Less Than Zero* is depressing" and "Look! It's Dr. Levander!"

Would you like to have coffee with me sometime?

How could someone say no to that, huh? Booooo.

And that was the first and last time I ever asked someone out.

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The profanity discussion amused me, because when it started I was weaving through the streets around the ballpark looking for parking and exposing Annabel to all the more colorful parts of my vocabulary.

(I was going to take the bus from the park & ride, only all the parking was full because more people are busing to work now that gas is so expensive. So I had to drive down to the ballpark and ended up paying $20 for parking and not making it to our seats until the bottom of the first. Hence the swearing. Game kinda sucked too, but at least it was a gorgeous day to be outside in.)

Really? I think that's pretty normal. Older folk are more likely to have a problem with profanity. I don't swear in front of anyone of that age unless I know them and know it wouldn't make them uncomfortable.

Yeah. I never swear in front of my parents. I would also never bring alcohol into their home, nor serve it while they were guests in mine. I'm sure they know all their kids drink--it's not like we hide our wine racks when they come over--and wouldn't exactly be stunned to realize we swear, but we still respect their rules when we're around them.

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My parents might not have taught me to swear, but they sure taught me how to stock a liquor cabinet. After the recent earthquake I learnt that my mother and I share a similar primary panic -- protect the alcohol!

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Happy Birthday, Tep!

I've decided it's time I started dating. Naturally, I have no idea how to do it, but I keep meeting nice people on the internet, so I thought I'd start there.

Scary, but good stuff. The ad was lovely.

smart, funny and seems like a good soul, too

Or, you know, what Robin said.

One picture I would like to put up is me feeding a rainbow lorikeet.

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Ah well, I'm a Gemini, we're complicated.

But awesome, don't forget awesome... And happy belated JSw, haven't seen you in ages.

I am cranky. I have a UTI for the first time in five years. But my doc got me in about an hour after I called and I have antibiotics now. Why did he tell me not to drink while taking them?

eta: Drinking alcohol while taking (drug) may cause side effects such as flushing, nausea, vomiting, and heart rate disturbances. Alcohol ingestion should be avoided while taking (drug). Discuss this potential interaction with your healthcare provider at your next appointment, or sooner if you think you are having problems. This interaction is poorly documented and is considered moderate in severity.

I've heard my dad say, "fuck" once and I am still mentally scarred. I can say it. He can't. It's just Not Right.

I checked my wineglasses after the earthquake. They were okay.

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Geez, you guys sure can post a lot in a couple of days! Anyway, just wanting to chime in with the thought that the lovely moon goddess seems to be pushing all of us a little closer to the earth than normal, and the communist invaders seem to be having a field day. Seems like it's abnormalcy all the way around this month. Blech.

This post is brought to you by the word seem, and the lack of my brain to do thesauring tonight.

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I skipped like a skippy thing. I apologize and swear to catch up tommorrow and deliver the appropriate ~ma and hugs.

It's like there's some cosmic rule that the one night you want to go home, throw on your jammies, and go to bed, your roomate will throw the only party (well, ok, gathering of more than two people) she's thrown in a YEAR.

They're singing 'Afternoon Delight'. Help me, Jesus.

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One picture I would like to put up is me feeding a rainbow lorikeet. Unfortunately, I seem to have misplaced it.

I have one. Possibly two.

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But awesome, don't forget awesome... And happy belated JSw, haven't seen you in ages.

So true, and thanks. Good to see you too, Cass. It has been too long.

t is all Serenity-geeking tonight

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I just e-mailed a boy and asked him to coffee.

claps.

Oh, very well done you. I totally bottled emailing a boy and asking him out a month or so back - he's a friend & coworker of S (friend of a friend), and every time I've spoken to S he's been all 'Oh my God, you REALLY must meet T - you're so well suited to each other'. And finally I was out having curry & stuff at a friend's house and S was there and he ended up phoning T and getting him to come over to met me. He seemed to be a nice bloke, and although I didn't fall head over heels in love with him on the spot I did think 'Huh. Nice bloke. Kind of geeky. Wouldn't mind seeing him again.' (We were chatting away until 4am or so.) Only I sort of bottled the whole contacting him thing. Um. He apparently asked for my phone number, but then he didn't call. Still vaguely think I maybe ought to follow up on the email, 'cause he did seem to be a nice guy, even just on a platonic basis. Um. But then there's the whole seeing photos of myself and thinking 'dear God, woman, get a fucking grip.' 'Cause I really really really need to be less blob-like, and this really doesn't do much to make one feel dateable.

Man, I suck.

Anyway, I had other things to meara. Let's see.

best possible name for the Zmayhem spawn (should we have any and should it be a girl) was Ozma Smay

Not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed this was just a dream. I rather like Ozma as a name, notwithstanding the getting teased thing, but I think it would work better with a mundane surname. (And now I'm actually thinking of baby names for you guys. Which is bonkers. And of course I came up with April Smay, which made me giggle. )

Hee. Maybe I should change the title to "Tested on Americans".

And Brits. But I already have a crush on you anyway, so it may not be a fair way of judging the efficacy of the profile. (When meeting Meara in person there was perhaps an unseemly degree of "You met Billytea!!! Did you go to the zoo with him?" bouncing, when she recounted her travels up to that point.)

I did drop a brick on my foot while student teaching and shout "FuckMONKEY" pretty loudly, but no one was in the room.

Despite the fact that I swear all the time, and have recently reincorporated the word cunt into my use-rather-too-often vocabulary, I don't generally have a problem with swearing in front of the munchkins. Utterly randomly, though, I accidentally swore in front of 'em earlier this week. One of my favourite munchkins (7 year old with a brain the size of a small caribbean island and enough personality to start her own theme park - we get on very well, but there was an initial testing period of several weeks in which time she was very miserable and scowly and a total drama queen back at the start of first term. Other teachers still startle me by referring to her as never smiling and all that - I love the fact that she gets jokes and references the other kids won't, and that she remembers stuff, and that she reads Shakespeare, and I love the fact that she questions every damned thing. I'm all yay that, 95% of the time. (5% of the time I'm like "look, I need you to just accept this thing for now, because then we can move on to the point. By all means go and check said thing out in the library or the internet later, and if I'm wrong, come and show me your sources and I'll appreciate that. But we can't spend the next ten minutes debating it, because we've got limited time, so please work with me here or I'm going to start getting shouty and impatient very soon indeed.") I do treat her like the intelligent person she is. Although I pretty much expect her to realise that I am just as smart as she is, maybe smarter, but with the added advantage of having been alive for more than 2 decades longer in which to find out stuff. And actually, this is way more intro than we need, isn't it? Sorry. ) Aaaanyway, she's one of my favourite munchkins. She has an unusual and seasonal name, but in the interests of privacy (continued...)

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