Oh holy crap! What started this one?

Oh hey, Scola -- my TV situation seems to have been a fluke, so I guess I'm yet another person not taking your old TV away.... Did you put it on Craigslist or Freecycle?

I read they have an arson suspect in custody.

sarameg, I do worry about my place going up in flames, but for any scenario in which the "wild"fires would get you, you're told to evacuate before your sensor would go off.

yeah, I know. Hell, I saw that in Flag. No one was injured while a subdivision got ate. But I'm paranoid in a way that logic and reason plays no part. An arsonist burnt down the across-the-street neighbor's home, and it was the next-to-us neighbor's insomnia that literally saved them. So FIRE NEAR? It's totally kneejerk and freakout.

I mean, the only time my smoke detector has fired was due to steam. Scarily, it did not go off when I filled the apartment with smoke due to a baking spill in the oven. Again, nsm with the logic.

Har. I was mistaken for a guy on a regular basis before I bleached my hair.

When I had short-short cut in high school, I was working at a Burger King. As I was emptying a trash bin, a lady approached me from behind and said, "Excuse me, Sir."

Um, even back then I was pushing towards a D cup. I tell myself it was the de-sexing uniform but man, did that hurt my self-esteem.

Still does, in fact.

I once asked a cashier why she called me Sir when I was facing her, wearing dangly earrings and a skirt.

Lots of guys wear earrings these days, she said. AND BREASTS??? I'll give her a pass on the skirt because of the counter, but still. BOOBIES.

Now my shoulders are expanding, and the rest of my silhouette isn't doing shit to keep up with it. My hip measurement is expanding backward! What's the use of that?

eta: Doesn't hurt my self esteem much, though. It's way late for that.

I used to get called "Sir" all the time. But it was during my androgynous phase, so it's not really fair to them. I never minded, 'cause the whole point was to blur the lines and challenge the image of traditional femininity. But probably all it did was make waiters make SNL Pat jokes back in the kitchen.

You know what's seriously adorkable? When Devi starts purring and chirping in her sleep, wakes up and nuzzles me. Not sure what the hell the dream was, but it wasn't her usual hellcat one.

The fireline. Now visible from my house.

Yikes, Sean, Allyson. Stay safe.