Really - it only was cheating when he didn't tell his wife. You can't use the word wife on someone else and not expect to get a sideways look. Lines are sometimes hard to draw. physical adultery is pretty obvious for me. the lines for neglectful are harder. hours don't matter - I just want to occasionally be the only thing he is paying attention to.

And if it really is the phenonmenon the article says it is -- then many many spouses are feeling neglected and cheated upon by people involved in Second Life.

ION - beagle and llamas!

To me it doesn't so much matter whether it is adultery or not-- he's not a good husband right now.

Amen to this. I've heard people throw terms like cheating and adultery around a little too freely for things like chatting up or flirting with someone, as if the fact that a behavior is desrespectful or just annoying to them won't count unless they sensationalize it. But in the case in point, I'd say a husband spending his every waking hour in a virtual game while ignoring his new wife is at least as strong an indication of a doomed marriage as an actual affair would be. It's the utter lack of consideration for—or interest in—his spouse that's the big issue, not what he's doing while ignoring her.

Timelies all!

Ugh. I'm congested and stuff. Unfortunately it's far too late in the day to take Sudafed.(I've become fairly sensitive to the active ingredient, in that the stimulant effects last well beyond the decongestant effects. Yes, even with the reformulation.)

I am with the people who think the guy is doing a crap job of husbanding. It's an extra slap that it's a woman on the end of it, but if it was a motorcycle it'd still be a considerable alienation of affection thingummy, since he wasn't always this way.

Ack. I've been out of the office for more than two hours, but at least there's the chance all three things wrong with my car will get fixed within half an hour.

In dramatic contrast to bein all hyper-prepared end of last week, I've let a user's confusion and my lack of reference materials make me look like an airhead to someone else in my department.

Hell, I ran a way productive meeting this morning, but waiting on the car and the migraine and little hope of downtime until much later conspire to deflate my mood.

Maybe I will wear the pink short shorts to class today.

A cute picture of a kitten sleeping in a shoe: [link]

Maybe I will wear the pink short shorts to class today.

Guh-thunk!

It's going to be me and the 17 year old instructor in matching pink krav running shorts.

There is nothing even vaguely sensible about dressing scantily and like someone more than 20 years your junior.

I know this, yet...

Happy International Lefthanders Day! [link]

Ya freaks.

The interview~ma, it is indeed powerful. I walked into the office and found that my interviewer was (a) a lifelong Bay Area resident who was (b) the mother of a 10-year-old and (c) stepmother to a 20-year-old who had hated her and believed the new baby would ruin his life but who fell in love within 10 seconds of holding the little baby. And who also (d) went to high school with my current boss's two sons and remembers them and their sister fondly (I'm doing this job search with current boss's blessing, so no danger of awkwardness there). It could only have gone better if her husband were a music writer and Tom Waits fan.

So, I have to make some revisions to my resume and send it to her, and then I'm at the top of her list for exec asst positions for local biotech firms.

::does small but vigorous dance of hope::