Archive for October, 2008
hate mail
these days, people think that they are owed everything. a few years ago, free internet service was provided at a few restaurants and coffee shops but had a content filter applied to it because it was in a public and oftentimes family setting. this wasn’t the restrictive like the content filter at my company where we can’t see advertisements or liberal websites, let alone the x-rated facebook or myspace. the applied content filter only filtered out one type of site: adult content.
people griped over the blocking of a website where the slogan was “a hard buddy is good to find” and others that were just so catchy that i can’t post them here without feeling a little dirty. people not only complained that they couldn’t get to their sex site in a ChuckECheez, but they claimed it violated their first ammendment rights and was unconstitutional.
first of all, what the hell is wrong with these people? if, hypothetically, i were to look at porn, i wouldn’t be doing it mid-morning in a coffee shop. secondly, i wouldn’t want someone looking at it in the same area my children were playing…. do you see what i’m getting at? if you are so horribly offended that you cannot hold off til after your coffee or milkshake to look at adult content, then you need to seriously consider what type of human being you really are.
however, some people don’t find anything wrong with being sick f^cks. in fact, i have the emails to prove it.
i’d like to entertain you with the emails of some of the people that walk amongst us. Yes, these are REAL emails. And, of course, my response.
*names have been changed to protect the guilty.
Email 1 from a gentleman named Joe* after the blocking of a homosexual escort site:
I hate you. I hate you all. Passionately. With a burning
all-consuming passion.
here’s my response:
Joe*,
If you had said “with the fire of a thousand suns” we would be more concerned, but we really feel as though there is a deeper and more seething hate than a mere “burning all-consuming passion.”
With that in mind, we suggest you take a stroll to the opposite end of the spectrum, and think about how much we must actually love you to read and respond to your email. You’re an individual, Joe. A person with a soul, Joe. We care. A lot. And since we care so much, we really suggest that if you’re going to hate, you do a much much better job of it.
Maybe you should think about torturous pain, or seething vengeful hysterical indignation. Honestly, I’m not even a writer, and I can think of better adjectives; and I’m generally pretty happy, and I can get more upset. Therefore, your hate can’t be that deep. So we must not be doing that bad of a job! Thanks for the positive feedback!
Lots of love,
Lindsay
typing away
next up, dbag number 2.
To Whom It May Concern:
I am sitting at a [unnamed restaurant], which everyone I have been in is a fine establishment, and I am having some issues with certain websites. Listen, the internet isn’t something that consumers HAVE to use, it is an option; they have to type in the URL themselves and load the page themselves. Can you please tell me why sites are being blocked? Because this is America and you guys are just following this whole censorship bandwagon; so, grow some fucking balls like our ‘fore-fathers’ had when wrote the first amendment of the constitution and stop blocking sites! We have a right as American citizens to have freedom of speech and press and if someone doesn’t want to be at those certain sites, they don’t have to!!!
Thank you for the time!
John Doe*
naturally, since he dropped the f-bomb, i felt the need to reciprocate.
Dear John Doe*,
Pornography and vulgarity are not protected by the first amendment of the constitution. SO before you go ahead and point out very obvious first right synopses, please take your head out of your ass and read the whole thing. If you weren’t such a dipshit, you would have paid attention in high school and known that. So since you’re all about rights, our children have the right to not be subjected to the disgusting habits of twisted fucks who need to look at porn in public. Thank you, and keep it in your pants.
Love,
Lindsay
1st Amendment
No, these emails never were sent, but they were allegedly passed around the company that received the complaint emails in the first place. I even heard that at least three people begged higher-ups to allow them to be sent. I wrote these responses in early 2007.
i felt the need to put this down to demonstrate another one of the reasons for my lack of faith in human-kind, since in the recent past i have been ridiculed on that. i am just tired of people thinking they have the right to do whatever they please no matter who it affects, hurts, or offends. there is a difference between exercising your rights and abusing them. although i am liberal on a lot of issues, i think the one thing that i always try to keep in mind is respect of self and respect for others. because there is an obvious lack of respect in either direction, the best i can do is hold out for better days…
atlanta potholes
when there is a massive hole in the road, the city of atlanta does one of two things: covers it with a huge metal plate, or ignores the situation entirely. my brand new front passenger tire fell victim to this methodology while cruising down chattahoochee on saturady afternoon. while avoiding a truck attempting to occupy both lanes simultaneously, the little accord hugged the shoulder of the road until a huge bang and subsequent pop were heard along with the rapid release of air.
i know that there is no way that i am the only person who thinks that it is entirely possible the that “solution” is more detrimental to passing cars than the problem was in the first place. obviously the best way to salvage a tire or two is to put a 3″ thick retangular piece of steel in the center of the road, because neither steel nor sharp corners are ever capable of puncturing rubber.
i was so angry when this happened that i had to walk away from the situation without saying a word. it took me a good five minutes to calm down - tires ain’t cheap. i wanted to go to shirley franklin’s house and make her change my tire, or run down that trucker who couldn’t stay in his lane.
back in pennsylvania, there is actually a clearly defined procedure to fill in a pothole. i am sure this is the same in any state. not in georgia - not in atlanta. look for the metal plate. come to think of it, chances of sending a crew out to put a plate in the road may be more expensive than actually filling it in, because with the apparent commodity price increases, i can almost promise that steel costs more than asphalt or concrete.
throwing metal plates on the road (and having a city-wide compenstation policy if one of these plates punctures your tire) is quite possibly as good (and proactive) of an expenditure as changing all of atlanta’s “men working” signs into “people working” just to appease some bitch who was offended that the signs were not PC. atlanta had to spend $1.3 million to fix the signs around the city just to appease this one woman. can anyone else think of a better way to spend that much tax money? please help me, i really have NOTHING that comes to mind to better improve our city than to make construction signs more politically correct…
it’s official, i have found the ultimate cost reduction! instead of filling in the pothole, or covering it with a metal plate (especially if the city has to pay for a puncture due to road negligence anyway), why don’t we just buy cans of spray paint and alert the driver. in fact, putting a notice on the road is a preemptive and preventative action. the driver is now aware there is a problem - it’s the equivalent of putting a “caution: wet floor” cone on a floor! genius. not only does it cover the city’s ass, but it also saves tons of material and labor costs. let’s just hope that the worker who applies the warning can spell. otherwise we may not avert any type of tragedy, and prove the ultimate value of our atlanta public schools (whose success is also evident through incorrect grammar and spelling in jury summons).
spray paint: the true solution
unfortunately the true cost saving potential was not realized in this picture. eventually the hole was filled in with asphalt, but clearly the huge yellow circle around the pothole should have been enough for any driver - we tend to see the huge white S-T-O-P or right turn only arrows painted on the road - pot hole “watch out!” warnings should be no exception.
i’m mad about the situation, but i did get hooked up with a free tire thanks to a 2-year-old header installation that owed a return favor.
on an unrelated note, i went to a corn maze saturday night. i am almost tempted to go to the 60 acre haunted corn maze, but i realize that my reflexes may come into play. when i was 14, my father jumped out from behind a wall in our house to scare me, and instinctively i upper cut him before i had the chance to see who was really in front of me. i hear that some people do not handle the stressor of fear very well, and i know for a fact that i am one of them. i will therefore have to think a little harder on whether or not going will be a good idea. but i think that my friend tequila can really help me out on the stress part of it.
did you know that you can order a sausage party at fellini’s? i guess the only reason is because you are so close to tech when you go…. (sorry, JT, i had to).
since pacific standard time
first of all, i wish damarius thomas could catch. that would be phenomenal.
secondly, i hate pacific standard time, if that’s even what it is officially called. i feel like i am somehow cheating time, and i refuse to succumb to the clock because when i’m there, i live in the future (eastern standard time). the only thing i love about traveling to the west coast and my time deception is that i get ridiculous amounts of rest. i also dislike the fact that every guy there looks one of two ways: a dark haired emo guy or a hillbilly. i may contemplate moving to seattle, but the true drawback of that is that i dislike the following things:
1. emo men
2. rain
3. cold weather
i unfortunately was not afforded much tourism time in downtown seattle. most of my time was spent either traveling, or 35 feet in the air on a scissor lift in a 35 degree (or less) warehouse cooler. i also realized that i did not come into contact or converse with another person of the same gender as myself in 3 days. such is the joy of being a mechanical design engineer in one of the most male-dominated industries in existence. i don’t mind being around a lot of men - oftentimes i prefer it because men’s lives seem to be must less drama-filled, unless of course a woman enters the picture and drags him down with her. i guess i shouldn’t complain, i’m in a unique position. i just miss having someone to relate to a lot of the time. plus hanging out with contractors and installers all day isn’t exactly a high-society experience. i will say, however, that it is an “experience.” i learned a LOT of new dirty jokes.
i had a very interesting conversation about obama winning the presidential election.
Creative Loafing cover
the comment made was that the election of obama aligns with the prophecies of the book of revelation and the coming of the anti-christ. This stems from an email that circulated in the spring of this year.
The e-mail reads: “According to The Book of Revelations the anti-christ is: The anti-christ will be a man, in his 40s, of MUSLIM descent, who will deceive the nations with persuasive language, and have a MASSIVE Christ-like appeal….the prophecy says that people will flock to him and he will promise false hope and world peace, and when he is in power, will destroy everything is it OBAMA??”
as a mccain supporter, i’m not entirely sure what to say about this, other than to chuckle a little bit and reaffirm my lack of faith in human-kind. plus, isn’t saying that a politician is deceptive sort of a given?
i’m reading a book called “another bullshit night in suck city” by nick flynn. i’m about halfway through it, and although i’m not a huge fan of the actual story line (it’s a memoir), i am in love with the writing style and somehow cannot put the book down (the fact that i was stuck on a plane for 5 hours also helped me keep on reading). if you like well-written prose, i’d suggest picking it up - unless of course you are easily offended.
by Nick Flynn
damarius thomas just made up for his incomplete pass on the past drive.
while watching the game, jonathan and i have come to the conclusion that georgia tech must be renting it’s dance team. we are fairly convinced that the entire campus does not have a population of attractive females that large, therefore, we must be shelling out some serious cash for these girls - promotions girls from some firm downtown. 
part of this conclusion is based on our assessment of the past 7 years of georgia tech dance team (we attended from fall 2001 (2002 for me) to fall 2006). the overall weight of the team has been reduced likely 30-50% in the past half decade, and i doubt it is because tech is requiring photographs on their freshmen admissions applications.
i lack any further inspiration to write, because georgia tech is up 21-17 with :03 to go. we won. b-e-a-utiful. 6-1, baby, against a bunch of crappy teams! doesn’t say much for us, but i’ll take it, i guess.
we’re off to a corn maze in canton tonight. i hope i don’t freeze to death. i should be used to it, though, after this past week. however, this time i have no control over the temperature.
allie
i am so ridiculously proud of my friends. not only are they phenomenal people, but they are also extremely talented.
Running Cartoon
miss allie ran the chicago marathon today in 2:42:06, a time which qualifies her for the olympic trials. did i mention it is only allie’s second marathon ever? allie is an incredible woman who is smart, sweet, and obviously excessively talented.
congrats are being a complete bad ass, allison.
kiosk question queue
There are few things that annoy me quite as much as the five to ten questions on the credit card kiosk at a retailer. I just want it to read my card, spit it out, and let me go on my way. Don’t get me wrong, I have no gripes with the logical and security questions: I don’t mind putting in my pin for debit transactions, and I don’t mind signing for credit ones. However, I do mind being asked if I want cash back, or if have read and accepted the terms and conditions, or if I want to sign up for the retailers credit card for 15% off of my next purchase, and if I’m sure about all of the previous answers I have given. I’ve noticed it takes longer and longer to check out these days, all thanks to the seemingly infinite question queue at the kiosk.
Credit Card Touch Screen Kiosk
Today, however, Target outdid itself. I stopped by to grab a coffee and muffin on my way back from lunch and inserted my debit card to pay for my items. $6.25. Fine. PIN: **** - check. Cash back: ugh, no –check. Am I sure: yes, I’m sure - check. Finally, I looked away from the screen thinking I had completed my transaction since it had seemingly become so routine. The clerk stared at me. I looked back down. She was waiting for me to finish – but I was sure there were no more questions! One final and very perplexing question presented itself on the screen: Are you sure you want to put the entire amount on this card?
Target
Seriously? It’s $6.25! Maybe that was Target’s way of mocking me since I typically spend anywhere between $40 and $200 each time I walk through those inviting red doors. Target is taunting me, saying “seriously, Lindsay? You’re at Target! $6.25? Wow, don’t spend it all in one place…”
The only interesting thing about the new question in the queue is that now I am fully aware that I can buy a lot more stuff at Target, putting 45% of it on my debit card, 50% of it on my credit card, and the remaining 5% on that stack of $5 Target gift cards I get every time I lug the 44.1 pound bag of Purina dog food through the store. I guess the never-ending question queue is helping me find new ways to spend my money, or lack thereof.
related and relating to my mother
i can remember the countless times that my phone has started buzzing and seeing my mom’s number on the screen. “hi mom.” “hi hun. i have a question. there are these words on the screen of the cell phone, and it looks like it might have come from you or your sister, but i don’t know what it is.” “mom, it’s a text message.” “a what?”
i must certainly be related to my mother because today i upgraded my phone for the first time in 7 years (yes, seven years) and came home with a shiny new red blackberry pearl and all the internet, data, and texts my little fingers can handle, and i have NO idea how to work the sonofabitch. i almost feel bad for sitting around laughing at my mom thinking it was ridiculous how someone so smart could not figure out what a text message was. now i’m sitting here kicking myself in the ass for being so cheap for the past 2,555 days and being as far behind the times as, well, quite possibly my mom happens to be.
Red BlackBerry Pearl
i have claimed for a while that i am technology adverse, but that is likely a lie. i think i’m actually “adverse” to excessive expenditures. hell, i wear the same clothes i had in 9th grade and i’m 24 years old - just so that i don’t have to go out and buy new ones. the insistance that i will become addicted to my new phone is on the forefront of my thoughts. will i really need my crack…errr…blackberry all the time? will i check it on top of stone mountain? will i be constantly watching for that little red flashing light? will technology ruin my spare time? i didn’t go running today because i wanted to play on my phone - the first sign that it very well may take over my thought processes.
well, mom, maybe you were right for staying away from the computer enough to not even know how to change the font size.
on a side note, my “good” dog pulled all the blankets and sheets off of my bed today and chewed a hole in my down comforter, leaving feathers strewn all over the floor. she even had a bunch stuck to her fur. i guess she went all the way with the “nesting” idea and even dressed up to play the part.
Enzo and Saleen
i have decided that for Christmas, i am going to ask for only one thing: books. i have read every book in my house and need some new ones. i even read one of the trashy romance novels that daniel got me from the salvation army just because there was nothing left to read. the only book i haven’t gotten all the way through is the Bible, but i don’t really want to rush through that one. so, for christmas, get me a book you think i’ll enjoy. that’s all i want, other than a new washer and dryer. and my damn garbage disposal installed.
how to optimally breed
is reproduction one of those parts of life that people over analyze before they consider doing it? i certainly do, and i have come up with a variety of reasons to reproduce and a plethora of reasons not to. in all reality, it’s actually a very important thing to think about beyond the “next step in life” rationale or the “happy family” aspirations. i think this subject started in the highlands sometime in early 2006 with the (first) male version of myself while “talent scouting” around the bar.
one of the most important introspective activities you can do is a thorough self-analysis to determine your greatest weaknesses. i do this on a daily, possibly hourly basis. i am my own biggest critic - but i figure i should stick with what i’m good at. regardless, i have always considered the reality that some man may never become absent-minded enough to think that he wants to deal with my crap for the rest of his existence, and if i ever want to reproduce, i’m going to have to find a volunteer. yes, when i’m 40, unmarried, well-established, and have no signs of getting married any time soon, i will be heavily recruiting someone to make daily visits to my dwelling for a week solely for the intention of conception with no resulting responsibilities. tough gig, huh. who will i recruit though? not just anyone! it’ll be easier to get into MIT with a 2.9 high school GPA and a 950 on your SAT than it will be to get into, well, me.
the true reason that introspection and being realistic about your flaws is important is that you may possibly be able to find someone who can offset these inadequacies. quick example: my height. quick solution: tall guy. there are plenty more examples, but i’m not in the mood to sit here and completely tear myself apart.
look around the next time you are in a densely populated establishment. think about the average intelligence, athleticism, attractiveness, personality, mental stability, and attitude of that crowd. then mentally vaporize those whom you would not want your offspring to resemble in any, shape, or form. if you’re me, that means you are suddenly standing alone in a large room. for example, the hot, shaggy haired, thin, muscular surfer looking guy who grabbed your eye may very well be an unmotivated druggie with a horrible family medical history who is bipolar and kind of a wuss. sure, nice to look at… but not so great to always deal with. how about the really smart, successful guy in the corner who is only 5′6″ and has a huge beer gut? nope, just doesn’t make the cut for me. before you jump on me for being a judgmental and pretentious bitch, please reevaluate the overall situation. i’m not looking for a husband. i’m looking for someone to help make the best possible mini-me. all otherwise desirable personality/quality traits in a man get tossed out the window because the purpose of the evaluation is entirely different.
when i realized that the perfect man does not exist, and if he does, he is likely gay, i made a cut down to three men that i would ideally like to reproduce with.
before i discuss the reasoning, i would like to show you who i would select if i could have my pick of any man (men) on earth. numero uno: luca toni. he’s an italian soccer player that i have found completely dreamy since the world cup in 2006. i would very much like to score some goals with him some time.
Luca Toni - Italian Soccer Player
numero dos: adrian grenier. he’s in entourage and a handfull of movies. i don’t remember when i saw him for the first time, but i can at least say that i had one of the most nauseatingly romantic evenings of my life with a 27 year old doctor who looked just like him. (he was my neighbor’s best friend growing up, turns out i met him and hung out with him when i was 13, but it was an even better rendezvous at my neighbor’s wedding and subsequent 6 hours of laying on a dock on a lake watching a meteor shower). alright, i’m making myself sick, and a little jealous of myself back when i was cool.
Adrian Grenier - from Entourage
if you notice, these two men are italian-looking (obviously). dark hair, dark eyes, dark skin, right-hand gesticulations. they are both tall (relative term to my towering 5′2″ stature) and thin but muscular. trend? i should say so!
however, realistically, if i could have 3 children with 3 different men and not be disowned by my family, here they are. they are men who have desirable traits, and traits that would compliment or enhance features that i already possess:
1. jon stewart. why? my kid would make me laugh daily. i couldn’t guarantee that they would be funny, but i could have a pretty high likelihood of having a smart and witty child. i think maybe what is more important is the intelligence and charisma factor. i do believe that these are partially genetic but mostly based on upbringing, but knowing that little one’s y-chromosome donor was jon stewart would definitely make me attempt to develop that personality to its maximum potential.
2. michael phelps. no, i am not attracted to michael phelps. in fact, every time i think of him i think of that at&t commercial with the phelps phan.
however, i wouldn’t mind having an extremely athletically talented kid. the only real drawback to the phelps chromosome is that i believe he’s adhd, but maybe that’s the magic behind the 0.01 second comebacks.
3. mike rowe. not only am i incredible attracted to him, his narrative voice, and enthusiasm for dirty jobs, but i am also completely turned on by his ambition, creativity, intelligence, and eloquence. i have recently realized that i tend to be attracted to men who are not only verbose (men of few words stress me out to be honest), but who speak (or write) intelligently and creatively. mike rowe is not only a stud who heartlessly castrates horses, but he’s also extremely brilliant on so many levels. offspring 3 would have a great personality, be a little rough around the edges, and have some killer abs. he even used to be an opera singer. hello, talent! i believe mike rowe is definitely a fabulous choice.
at the moment, this is the end of this thought process as i have become distracted by the bosox/angels game. which, by the way, feels like i’m watching a braves game. hi tex! hi kotsay! it’s in the bottom of the 5th right now in game two, and since i am now publicly declaring (other than on JB’s website) that i am cheering for the angels, i am a little disgruntled with the score.
i just realized that my blog post is now more than 1000 words, so i’m quitting. thanks for reading, if you made it this far. i’m surprised that i did.
baby food
i learned today that as an infant, i was not fed baby food. instead, as a money saving technique, my parents took the leftovers from their meals, put them in a quasi-blender, turned said leftovers into a liquid form, and fed them to me. this is nearly synonymous with scraping your plate into your garbage disposal and eating what come out the other end. or better yet, having the family dog lick your plate clean. thanks mom, thanks dad. but, as my dad reassured me, it must have worked because i have “great muscle structure… it had to be the pseudo-baby-food.”
I bet there was a better version of this in the late 70s/ early 80s.
i would rather be a garbage man than a patent examiner
part of my job is looking at IP (intellectual property), licensing, protecting, and negotiating it. i have a patent on my desk that i’m evaluating and determing if it infringes upon any other patents or has semblance to existing drawings related to the topic. reading patents is what one should do when they cannot fall asleep at night and need the most unstimulating reading material known to human-kind. i, however, take shots of bourbon because falling asleep to patents and waking up to them is no way to live. the military should consider forcing terror suspects to become patent examiners as a form of torture as opposed to water boarding. i have never been water boarded, but it might be more stimulating than reading patents - i’m really not sure. alright, i’m getting ahead of myself. can you tell i love reading patents? i’ll stop now.
in true torrell fashion, jonathan helped salvage my spirit between 9 and 9:30am by sending me quite possibly the most hilarious comment made by a political spokesman thus far:
On television today a Democratic operative pointed out that when Obama
holds a rally 25-30,000 people show up, whereas when McCain holds one he
only draws 10-15,000. The Republican spokesman replied, “That’s because
McCain’s supporters are at work.”
immediately, i forwarded that to the one person who i knew would love it more than myself: daddy.
all morning i have been conversing with my counterpart at our tifton plant. we were discussing the art of designing a standard piece of high volume equipment and the many possible ways that people somehow mess it up every time. as we always say, whenever we find a way to idiot-proof something, we find a bigger idiot. i love talking to this engineer. he has this extremely deep voice and he speaks very slowly, so when he answers the phone it goes a little like: “This…. is…. Runako.” and a little part of me giggles every time because the way he says it, i feel like i’m calling a 1-900 sex hotline. i feel so rebellious. plus, runako is great: he’s only 25 so we usually have tons to talk about, work and non-work related. he says he’s going to take me to club dreamz, and i said that any club that alters the spelling of their establishment to mimick the spelling of a 12 year-old girl with a glitter pen wasn’t really my cup of tea. i’ll let you know how it goes.
i walked downstairs a bit ago and was banned from all future play in company online fantasy sports by the guy who organizes all of it. the reason? i am 4-0 in foxsports fantasy football - the only undefeated team remaining, and i won the ncaa bracket challenge in march.
the qualms of online dating
online dating cracks me up. seriously, it does. i’ve noticed a few trends in the online dating world. i’d just like to throw out there that i do not, in fact, have an online dating profile. i never have, and i won’t until i’m 32 and past my prime. these observations are simply from various conversations i have had. (that disclaimer really makes it seem like i have one, doesn’t it?)
1. people are embarassed that they online date.
2. most people seem to lie about who they are, what they’re like, and what they look like.
3. in general, the girls are desperate and the guys are, well, horny.
Real-Life Online Dating Statistics
So I decided to do a little bit of research on the subject matter. I learned that there are over 20 million online daters at any given point in a year. Subsequently, I discovered that approximately 131,000 marriages are the result of an online date. That is 0.66%. You can see that in the above graphic. Barely. Your odds are so low that you can hardly see them on the graph; your chances of finding your soul mate via an online dating site are less than one percent. In fact, you have only have a 0.0013% chance of getting hit by lightning, which is only 5000 times better.
I have two accounts of online dating experience. One from a “typical” guy, and another from a female friend of mine. The girl is a sweetheart but has a little bit of trouble with guys. I think her confidence lacks a bit (it totally shouldn’t), and she gets discouraged too easily after overanalyzing the hell out of everything that happened (sound like anyone you know?). She goes from one online date to the next, and whereas she is totally out of these guys’ leagues, she ends up empty-handed and disappointed. And worst of all, she’s worried about what is expected of her physically before she even goes out for the first time! She has pure intentions and would legitimately like to meet someone who has the same interests and beliefs as she does. The guy, on the other hand, is honestly drop dead sexy. He could go out on any given night and find any girl he pleased. However, he online dates. There’s no need for it. Why? It’s easy. In his words: “The chicks online are single, cute, not confident, and desperate. Anything goes. It’s easy.” I’m not saying all guys that online date are like my friend here, but… this is actually the second time I’ve heard this.
Conclusion: don’t online date. Use your interests wisely, and meet real people who participate regularly in those events. If you run, go join a running group. If you dance, go to one of the MANY organized events around the city. If you play guitar, pray you’re a dude, because that game doesn’t work for chicks.
The reality of the situation is that it always seems the perfect person comes around when you’re not looking for them. Especially if you’re me - because I become a blithering idiot when I start to try in the first place. And all the good ones aren’t taken. They’re just not online dating.
i’d like to toss out another valuable subject matter worth discussing: breeding. intentional, unintentional, or otherwise (is there an otherwise)? how are we continuing our species…? certainly not by darwin’s rules anymore.
more on that to come.