JZ, if it helps, it also stands for cognitive behavioral therapy, and computer based training.

Typo, it's the time she last went to that particular dating website. So, unlikely to be a "oh, I didn't realize the chat was on my browser was in the background" type thing that sometimes happens (for example I have a friend who always looks online on IM, but I know is usually not)

Therapy, torture, it's not the biggest leap.

Yeah, again, I would never have gotten there on my own. I even started with the assumption that it was something kinky, but my brain stubbornly refused to code "T" as anything but therapy, which CLEARLY meant that "C" had to be either cardio or cognitive, and then I couldn't think of anything in the middle to make it kinky, and I gave up.

Actually, I think the much more common use of CBT is Cognitive Behavioral Therapy. Which is why I always do a double-take when I hear people talking about it. t edit x-posty!

You can totally make DP owwie. I'm sure it's de rigeur for some parties.

Heh. Almost all the parties we go to don't allow penetration of any kind (no toys, nothing), so ain't no DP going on. And the private parties we've been to that allow The Sexxing have the good taste to establish certain areas/rooms for that, which I cheerfully avoid like the Black Death, being extremely prudish (believe it or not) and having less than zero desire to see other people Getting It On. EVER.

Therapy, torture, it's not the biggest leap.

In college, a friend showed me some feminist book she was reading for a Womens Studies class- at one point the book was encouraging the reader to think "therapist = the rapist."

That was weird.

Oooh! The classical station is playing the Bugs Bunny "Oh Brunhilda, you're so wovvvvvly" song!

(Yes, I *know* it's Wagner. I even know it's from Tannhauser. I just like thinking of it as the "Oh Brunhilda, you're so wovvvvvly" song.)

Totally had a princes phase. We used to put on my friends' moms' silky nightgowns (including ones on our head to mimic long hair, which many of us didn't have. Pity the girl who got stuck with the baby blue one) and swan around, acting bossy. God, I can even remember my favorite for hair, which was a sort of rusty burgundy. Signs of the hair color I'd later go with.

From the NYT: Despite Distinctions, Los Angeles Times Loses Standing at Home

Since The Times was sold to Tribune, its newsroom staff has been cut in half. For many Angelenos, the downsizing is just one more sign that their city is losing stature. Add it to the list of other ego-bruising blows, like the loss of its professional football team, the flight of Fortune 500 companies from the city limits and a failed bid for the 2016 Summer Olympics.

“We don’t even have a football team. So what does that tell you?” said Mr. Cheeseborough, a note of resignation in his voice.

The Times’s weekday circulation has been nearly halved since 2000, according to the Audit Bureau of Circulations, falling to just over 600,000 — a far steeper rate of decline than at many other big dailies like The Chicago Tribune, The Detroit Free Press and The Washington Post.

LA-istas, do you think your city is losing stature?

Things That Dating Sites Shouldn't Tell You: When the last time someone logged in was.

Yeah, I hate that.

"therapist = the rapist."

That just makes me think of what's his name on SNL Celebrity Jeopardy.

That just makes me think of what's his name on SNL Celebrity Jeopardy.

It makes me think of Arrested Development's theanalrapist. And I never really even watched the show.

Double penetration, baybee!

Which reminds me: ita, insent.

~Ma to all those who are having craptastic Mondays. This is the first time all day I've had the energy to post, so, yeah. Monday. I made the decision to take up smoking again, as part of an effort towards a downward spiral, but realized that after two-or-so years quit, I don't really enjoy it anymore. This downward spiral thing is going to be more challenging than I thought. I guess it will have to be beer. And cake?

I'm glad Wednesday is Onerous Task Day, because I still haven't tackled the medical bills from my knee surgery. Looks like after insurance and flex money, I'm still going to have $1,300.00 left to pay. Yikes.

On the bright side, my orthopedist gave me a high five today at my follow up appointment. Healing is going v. well!