I have a feeling smonster may be more polite than I am. I would have just blocked the fucker. I don't need tell people when I block them.
Pathologically polite, even when I oughtn't be. Isn't that how I got into this mess in the first place? Plus, I figured it was good practice for me to ask for what I need outright. And he seems to be respecting that, so yay. Maybe there's hope for him yet, but some other girl will have to find out.
Debet, are you also up waaaay past your bedtime for no good reason? If so, you really are me.
Husbands
is totes adorbs and very well-written and witty and touching. Go watch all twelve episodes of
Blue
with Julia Stiles for a contrast. And I *like* Julia Stiles. As Cheeks would say, patri-are-you-kidding-me?
Just heard back (finally) from the people doing
12th Night
that I auditioned for the Wednesday before F2F. I was right, shoulda stopped talking about it, jinxed myself - not cast, not even in a small role. I don't know who they saw the night(s) I wasn't there (obviously), but I totally gave the best Maria the night I was there. Fuckers. This is why I quit doing community theatre so many years ago...they'll break a talented fat girl's heart. Fuckers. I already said that.
Sorry to break into the convo with my weepy bitching...I just really thought I had this one, y'know...
Epic, they're obviously mistaken in their casting choices. I am sorry!
Just caught up in Natter. Smiling a little now - Hellboy Make-A-Wish and ita_!'s Abed gif did wonders...
Cheek's house in Husband is our house. They changed all the art on the walls and added some knickknacks, but otherwise, it's pretty much unchanged, I know I have mentioned this before, but I am way thrilled about it still.
What! Awesome! I think I vaguely remember this, but that is still awesome. Jane Espenson was in your hooooooooouse.
Mmmmm, that TJ's honey goat Gouda is indeed high in the rank of nomtasticness. Also their goat cheddar. Mmmmmmm. Not up there with the extra sharp cheddars I used to indulge in, but is still darned fine for non-cow-milk cheese.
Some gems from OKCupid tonight (I'm catching up on a couple weeks of back messages):
- A self summary that begins with: "People in Oregon are fucked up.Dating is weird, especially on the internet."
While I appreciate the second statement, the first made me think "then move, jerkwad, Oregon doesn't need you and Portland could use the extra housing for awesome people who need to move here from other, far away places."
- A probation officer who has messaged me three different times, and doesn't seem to get the hint that anyone who willingly works in a jail is full of way more issues than I can handle.
- 2 people asking for my real name. With no preamble. Um, I'd like to save that for someone I'm willing to meet in person, thx.
- An absolutely charming gentleman. In Ireland. Too far away *sniff*
eta: the guy that hates Portlanders messsaged me with: "Hi pretty/sexy lady.. =]" And then changed his profile pic to a very grainy camera phone shot of him undressed. Ick. Too bad for the creeps, 90% of the messages I get are extremely polite and thoughtful.
I am finally back in NJ, after a great week in Maine, and then a horrible drive back. We had to pull over to the side of the highway because a bike fell off the bike rack. Twice. After the first time, we tried to put the bikes on the rack differently, in hopes that it would help them stay on. It didn't. After the second time, we put one of the bikes into the backseat, which already contained a whole bunch of bags and a beach chair. Miraculously, the bike that fell twice doesn't seem to have any major damage -- it's scratched up, and has a flat tire, but nothing looks like it's bent out of place or anything.
