feathers... still attached to chickens

I had a complete stranger ask me via okcupid if I wanted to rub swiss cheese on his dong.

Tell him yes, after you whack him unconscious with a chirizo and rub spices all over his body.

I had a complete stranger ask me via okcupid if I wanted to rub swiss cheese on his dong.

Offer limburger. Or rubbing alcohol.

No, he might be into that.

Dressing up...like Sarah Palin?

I know I posted yesterday, but since I'm at the library* grabbing internet time, I thought I'd mention that I'm still without power. Stone Ages, Day 3.

I called the power company this a.m., at The Boy's request (I told him that they were going to be aware of what addresses were out of power -- and when I called, they did in fact confirm that they knew we had no power), and they said that the problem is that there's a tree down on a power line in our grid.

I would have thought that they would take care of those first, because they're a legitimate danger, but apparently not.

The exciting, we're-all-in-this-together, camp-out sort of feeling has evaporated, and I'm officially over this shit.

(You know how your car makes a horrible sound for weeks, and you take it to the mechanic and as soon as the mechanic drives it, the sound goes away? I'm hoping that, now that I've posted my entitled first-world rant, I'll go home to a house full of sweet sweet electricity.)

(Okay, part of my crankiness is that I'm fighting off a cold. With no power, it's hard to cook chicken soup, damn it. When I leave the library, I might drive around and look for a Chinese restaurant that's open; egg drop soup is as good as chicken noodle when it comes to comfort food for a cold. It's all from a chicken, after all.)

*When I was at the library yesterday, poaching their electrical outlet to charge my cell phone, my brother called. "I'm completely unsurprised," he said, "that you went to the library during a crisis."

Well, of course, if you had to be trapped in a buidling wouldn't anyone rather it be one with plenty to read?

For those of you that don't read matt's LJ ,his job has an expiration date of about 30 days from now. They are all ready talking about him consulting on the client side. He has had 5 or 6 interviews. I'm not worried about him finding work; I just want him to find something engaging,a place where he is properly appreciated, and there is room for him to do his own fun stuff.

For me, a little more patience would be good. We have different feelings about this whole thing and I amready to move forward a lot faster than he is.

Dressing up...like Sarah Palin?

HAHAH! Sarah Palin is already on there. Because she has said she thinks Sarah Palin is hot. But that does not make her want to vote for her.

beth, having been there and done that (including the "stay 30 days more" bit) I totally feel Matt's pain. Best of luck to him, and so glad he got a little bit extra time to job hunt--tell him not to kill himself during those last 30 days!!!

Seriously! We save the kidnapping until the second visit.

plans second visit to SF