sings "Not Dead Yet" song from Spamalot

The sports person on the radio this morning, reporting from the World Cup matches, said that today he saw the first headline he'd been able to read since getting to Germany - "Buenas Noches Argentina"

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Apparantly, in the shady world of online dating, nothing is more hardcore than JDate, and we’ve got the proof.

Check out these incredible voicemail messages, from the “king of stalkers”, some dude named Darren Sherman, demanding that his date pay up on a bill from a dinner date after things fizzled. We were actually a bit nervous to post these because the Shermanator might try to send us a “summons” or maybe “contact our employeer.” Ha ha, what a douchebag.

The emails, threats of summons, calls to her employer, etc. go on for a while....

Timelies all!

Tomorrow we head up to Lawn Guyland for a family wedding. Yeah, I know, that sounds familiar. This time it's G's second cousin getting married. (The wedding we went to a few weeks back was my second cousin, who met his now-wife on JDate, FWIW)

Oh, my God. And I thought the Dale Gribble types who got my match profile were scary.

I've just dived headlong into a new process featuring a new team in our department. No one seems to know how it works. I'm trying to get approvals up my line of management, and everyone keeps pushing back saying "new team! new team!" Yeah, I know. The new team is waiting on you guys. And they'll only wait until 4.

And my line of management is the one that instituted this mandatory approval change.

Someone suggested I apply for a job at JDate, but I never bothered. They do, however, have one of the funniest billboards I've ever seen: "Why is this date different from every other date?"

That's a funny billboard. My SiL met her ex on JDate. I think she's using it again now that she's divorced.

I just got home from getting a pedicure and a chocolate custard. Life is good.

My landlady just called to say the hallway in my room is too cluttered and could I pack it up and clean it up some (this went on for a while, and involved the phrases "if you could be a little more cooperative" and "just help out a little more" which I am choosing to believe she used without meaning the extra-condescending connotations). Know what's in the hallway in my room? A bookcase and my chest of drawers, because there's nowhere else in the room to put them. I'd call back and ask her where the fuck she thinks they should go, but it would just make me grind my teeth down some more.

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