On jdate, someone who lives a few hundred miles away from me just sent me a message, "Hey there, How are you? :)" No more to the message. Nothing in his profile that makes me think that we'd be at all compatible. Very odd.

Could it be misidentification on his part, Hil?

That is odd. Somebody you have no other connection to?

Barb - love the graphic. Promo is tough - (even just in the ordinary job interview variety) - but it sounds like things are going really well - congratulations!!

Billytea - good to hear that the nephew is doing well.

I love you all, so much.

Also, clean flannel sheets on a cold night are total heaven. Ahhh.

Shir, I wish you much luck and patience dealing with all of the assholes. I also like the way Sady from Tiger Beatdown makes the occasional example of a troll. BTW, I used the occasion of your site to talk to the Fresh Makers about street harassment. I'm not sure they totally got it, but I think a chink opened up to let some light in.

Typo! That's scary! Be careful and see a doc if you need to.

Spidra, congrats on the gardening and I shall cross my twigs that your transplants thrive.

There was more, but my coffee and oatmeal are ready.

Emeline had her first gymnastics "meet" yesterday. She did pretty well considering she's only done gymnastics for 6 weeks. Here's a picture from the FB album: [link]

I'm trying to put the video I shot up on You Tube.

*sniff* My baby is not so much a baby anymores.

That is odd. Somebody you have no other connection to?

He does live near where I grew up, in a place that I lot of people I grew up with moved to, but I don't recognize either his picture or his name. (As far as I can recall, I've only ever met one person with that name, and he spelled it differently.)

If comments are abusive, edit away, with clear indication they have been edited for being assholes.

We don't allow abusive or judgey comments. At all. Our first priority is to provide a safe space for women and LGBTQ people to post and comment in, so we have to approve every single comment before it's getting posted.

As for patience... ha. Let's just say I'm passing anyone who insists on existential loops to a another friend who's wicked in shooting to the exact discourse needed - militant, postmodern, whatnot. This chick rules, and saves me headaches from headesks.

Laura!

Also, they're goooone! However, in the shuffle of my having to drive their car, then them having to ride with me (with my sister in the back of a small king cab), my driving glasses have gone missing.

My mother informs me that my tastes are too cheap, and I need to think of something more expensive that I want for a birthday present. (She's suggested a new TV. I said OK, but apparently I wasn't enthusiastic enough about it, so I need to think of something expensive that I can sound enthusiastic about wanting.)

OK, I think I can be enthusiastic about wanting an electric keyboard, because there's no room for a piano in my apartment. Maybe now my mom will stop being all sad that I don't want jewelry. Making music is suitably girly. (Plus, playing the piano is something I actually like doing.)