It's okay if I find him and strangle him with his own intestines, right?

Well, he clearly expects some woman to do that, Zen, so go ahead.

I hate it when people make me ill first thing in the morning.

The comments are fascinating. It's been forever since I've seen that sort of wounded self-entitlement ramped up to such a degree. He honestly believes that sex is a right of his, and that since no woman will ever be attracted to him, it's okay for him to go out and take it by force.

Well, duh, no woman is likely to be atracted to that level of douchenozzlery. But that's all on you. You could be less despicable, you just choose not to. What's the quote about all the common factors in your failed relationships being you?

eta: sorry to quease you, Amy.

In addition to the obviously CRAZY part of that blog post, the first few comments are from men giving him sytle advice? The Dude is condoning rape they are telling him how to be more attractive to women?

Oh, it's fine, ita! I just ... boggle when I see people like that who are completely serious. Really? REALLY?

And you're right, the comments are boggling. And Sophia, that was my thought! Fashion advice?! Seriously?!

I think I'm pretty cynical. But then I read things like that and realize I've got a shitload of naivte left.

I have a Megan Walker, and we are about to go to the farmers' market. You may all be jealous now.

And yes, that guy is pathetic. Wow. This is why I am so glad I have so many awesome men in my life. Offsets the douchnozzles.

Staying away from the rapist.

Smonster needs to move to NO tomorrow. Then I will visit the fam and we'll have a giant party in K's courtyard.

I like this plan! Okay, it's not going to happen, but I do have a friend coming over in a while to hold my hand while I finally do my damn resume. And regardless, I plan to be there for the fifth anniversary of Katrina at the end of August.

Just had a lovely brunch with friends and their daughter. She's almost three and is in the diy/whiny stage. Very cute, though, and all told very patient.

Today's Doonesbury seems apropos.

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(the woman is the chaplain of the unit, btw)

Anyone else going to see Shrek today?

Last night my sister and I went through the crumbling smelly old books she brought back from the farmhouse. A few were worth donating, or trying to sell; the rest were, alas, damaged beyond any value. So now a couple boxes of old books are sitting in my living room, waiting for me to list them on eBay or Craigslist or haul them to Goodwill. I really just want to throw them away. Nothing's that valuable. But most of them have beautiful illustrations that I know someone out there would want, to frame or decoupage or whatever crafty people do with old illustrations, so I can't just throw them out.

It shouldn't be a big deal. But fuck. Every day seems to bring one more damn thing into my house that I have to do, and I'm overwhelmed already. Doing anything requires multiple steps, or sequencing (can't do this until I do that, can't do that until this other thing is done). Just thinking about it makes me want to hide in my bed forever. I know why I spend so much time at my job. At work is the only place in my life where I feel in control, like I know what to do next and how to do it. I wish I were like my sister, one of those people who can get tons of stuff done in a weekend. I'm sure it's not really that bad; most people would just fly through it and it would all be done a matter of days. I just don't know where to start, or where everything goes (why don't I know where to put my own damn stuff?), and I can't stay focused on anything long enough to finish it. And I'm too ashamed to ask anyone for help. Part of me wants to just throw away everything and start over, but that's not really what I want. Shit, I'm tired of feeling this way. I don't know what to do.