It is geeky screwing around and that does help to inform my job, so maybe it is productive if you look at it right. And squint.

Oh, how strange. Here it's in pretty much every supermarket, in little paper bags, like baking powder.

Hee. Baking powder doesn't come in little paper bags here, either. It comes in cardboard canisters, usually. I had to make some notes in my grandmothers cookbook about how much baking powder is in "1 baking powder" or how much vanilla sugar is in "1 vanilla sugar."

My dad is back in the US. Storms in Chicago, Dallas and El Paso are delaying him getting home, but he's no longer incommunicado in Mongolia!

Day=long. Install finished early after one major glitch. Time will tell. Still nervous.

Oh & of course they tried to deliver my dsl stuff today. When I was tied up at the office.

Happy Birthday, Fred Pete!

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Congratulations, Tamara!

Not all the time, no(being cute, blonde and broken, is its own little hell) but often enough that I feel you on that. Actual rude is often easier for me to cope with because you can just think, well, screw you, too. But what do you say to the "helpful" ass who says "It's too bad. You'd be so pretty, if..." "If I had to do what you do, I'd kill myself.(Don't let me stop ya, bunk.) They outsourced Magical Cripples to India, JZ. Not my fault. Maybe it's NAFTA. They're sweeter, but sort of hard to understand on the phone. But when I was twelve, I got called "Bitch," by a sportsfan that thought I was faking. That hurt. Nobody had ever sworn AT me before.

And I don't think I'm much to look at, but I pay a different sort of price for the ways I fit the mainstream beauty standard. People feel compelled to comment in ways I wish they wouldn't. But I'm sure they don't realize what a mind--- that is. Or at least, when I'm being nice, that's what I think. But, you know, I'm insecure enough...

People are just unkind, I think. It isn't even rude-- because as Cordelia said "politeness is just not saying what is true"-- what bothers me is that people think like this.

It has been on my mind (not to equate this with disability) because yesterday morning hile I was waiting for the bus, someone driving slowed, rolled down the window and shouted "Hey did you know you are fat and ugly, bitch!". Um- who has the time or energy to yell out the window at random passes-by. I mean, I understand yelling at or getting frustrated with, say, someone who cuts you off in traffic, even though it is more polite to not say anything-- but I was just standing there. Again (this is the second time this year) these were grown people, not kids or teenagers!

How horrible for both of you, Erika and Sophia! People can be truly awful sometimes.

Yeah don't understand the mentality. I don't understand thinking that way. But I also don't understand saying it. I mean when the guy ahead of me is wearing this awful shirt with mixed purple, yellow and lime green, my not saying anything to him is not just a matter of tact or politeness. Its a matter of his fashion sense is none of my freakin business. Boundaries, these people don't have boundaries.