Let us not forget the time we didn't know who the new president was for, oh, three months, give or take. That was classic.

Yeah, and look how well that turned out.

Anyone else been hit on by a total stranger on Facebook? I got this friend request from some random guy saying he's looking for friends or something.

I've gotten random friend requests sometimes, and I usually ignore them. Just now, coincidentally, I got an odd one. This woman met me briefly at the VM Alamo Drafthouse event years ago and thought I was sweet (I have no memory of this, as I met a LOT of people that weekend), and she noticed me among a mutual friend's friends and wanted to add me. I'm not going to accept it, since I don't know who she is, but I feel bad just hitting that Ignore button. It feels mean! But I suppose sending a message explaining that I don't remember her would be meaner.

People seem to remember me more than I remember them. I've experienced the opposite too, but I always feel bad when I don't remember someone.

In I'm a grown up, no really, I am news, I implemented my brand new renter's insurance policy today. Ended up with State Farm (but, Vortex, it turns out SE can't write in the District, so I had to go with someone her office recommended.) as they were the most responsive and followed through better than the other companies I canvased.

I don't have expensive stuff...really, I don't. But, as I look around at the books, and furniture and such, I wonder if it can all be replaced for $49,500. ($500 deductible) Here's hoping I never have to find out, eh?

In response to the neighbor's fire, a friend bought a fireproof safe and offered me a shelf for my important stuff. So kind. I'm totally taking her up on it!

I don't get FB friending. Is it really that much of a popularity contest that people I've never met would try and friend me without even a comment about what they were thinking? So very weird. But it would happen a fair amount. But I haven't been active on FB for forever, so everyone's ignored, pretty much.

I got the feeling that you don't want to start the "Who has the worst PM" contest.

I survive merely by mostly ignoring the set of my government, and constantly cursing it in the times I remember it.

On the plus side (AND WITHOUT JINX IT DAMMIT), it's been over a year since Netanyahu was elected and we didn't drag the world into a global war, as I suspected he'll manage to do in that period of time. And the party I voted for did get one more seat - which put them on 3 out of 120 seats in total.

At least you have a sane choice. I can count on one hand the MKs I'm trusting on this government. That, and daydreaming the day Shelly Yachimovich or Tamar Gozansky will be elected as a PM here.

I figure 50k will be enough that I can mostly refurning and reclothe myself, and the rest will handle itself somehow.

I have very little that I'm enough attached to that I wouldn't welcome the excuse, quite frankly. (Not to make like of how traumatic I know it would be.)

But I haven't been active on FB for forever, so everyone's ignored, pretty much.

I am ita, awesome! That means I can kill people with my pinky, right?

I view FB as a necessary evil that I keep forgetting to log into.

Let us not forget the time we didn't know who the new president was for, oh, three months, give or take.

That does rather put the past five days into perspective, yep.

I got the feeling that you don't want to start the "Who has the worst PM" contest.

Yeah, yeah. My pain is not as bad as your pain. I'm on my third glass of wine regardless.

I had a professor who had a house fire in which he lost books and years of research. He said about it, "At the time, I thought it was the worst thing that could happen. Five years later, I started thinking 'I should have a fire every couple of years.'"

My BFF had fire that took out her den and kitchen, but most of the rest of her stuff was undamaged except for smoke. It all went out to a facility where they desmoke things and was stored there while her house was largely rebuilt. She didn't get back all her boxes and got a random assortment of other people's stuff. As a result, she spends her life thinking "Don't I have an X?"

I don't have expensive stuff...really, I don't. But, as I look around at the books, and furniture and such, I wonder if it can all be replaced for $49,500. ($500 deductible) Here's hoping I never have to find out, eh?

The thing I really ended up liking about my State Farm agent (beyond her being awesome about doing it all over email, phone and faxing me all up and down the west coast) was that when I'd dutifully figured out my coverage and then was anxious, told me I could up it. Really what I liked about her was that she was helpful and helped me find the right coverage for me.

That means I can kill people with my pinky, right?

This is not the way to get your flamethrower.