This is really a matter between Weiner and his wife. If I were his wife I'd rip him a new one by virtue of the fact that a) its crappy; b) he's in Congress; and c) FOR CHRIST SAKE THE LAST NAME IS WEINER COULD YOU NOT SEE JUST HOW BADLY THIS WOULD GO?!?!?

My favorite was a guy whose online dating profile didn't have any pictures at all, so I asked him for a photo, and he sent me his dick, not his face. Um.

Word. And they don't even put in anything to set the scale.

I mean, hey, even with a penny or a coke can its still skeevy, but at least its informative.

This is really a matter between Weiner and his wife.

True, though I really don't want my elected officials doing this kind of thing. I want people with good judgment leading us.

Yes, I'm an optimistic person, why do you ask?

In other news, I would like to receive credit for the fact that I just got up to get a Klondike bar, and got a banana instead.

Good job, Jesse!

And, before I forget, great job, Ethan!

My favorite was a guy whose online dating profile didn't have any pictures at all, so I asked him for a photo, and he sent me his dick, not his face.

ARGH. People, you suck!

And now My Nemesis has asked me for a report on a project she went out of her way last year to make sure I would not be involved in. My draft reply is:

As nobody has provided me with any of the information regarding the new project at [site], nor has anyone asked me for a NEPA document, no, I do not have a signed Catex for that project.

Is that too whiny? Probably. t growls

Is that too whiny.

That's the type of message I usually send an "I'm confused" response to, i.e., "I'm confused. Did you provide me with information regarding the new project at [site], or ask me for a NEPA document? Because I can't find anything in my files."

ARGH. People, you suck!

Honestly, I charitably attribute it to the Golden Rule -- many many guys would be happy to receive a random body pic, so why wouldn't they send one??

I've stopped being shocked and horrified by politicians and sexual stupidity. I just sigh and shake my head.

I think my reaction to an unsolicited crotch shot would be "Dude, why did you think I wanted to see that?", followed by "Penises look weird," followed by delete.

Crack in the ceiling saga continues. We keep getting assigned to different claim adjusters. I wouldn't care if my husband wasn't explaining the entire history of the claim on the phone right now. Don't people take notes?

That's the type of message I usually send an "I'm confused" response to

Yeah, I just sent back a cheery "Nope, haven't been asked for one, and I recall so-and-so thinking we could just adopt [other agency's]."

The fact that I disagree with so-and-so is beside the point. I'm not in the mood to make life easy for My Nemesis.

Can't wait until my new boss arrives: he's a cheery late-20s engineer with (I suspect) no idea of the toxic swamp of entitlement and resentment he's being thrown into. Woot.