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| On winks and winking |
Sep 2, 2006 9:31 am
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(The alternate post title, "Wee-willy winky", while almost irresistible, seemed needlessly cruel.)
I'm never sure how to deal with winks. If I like someone or if I just want to say hey, fun profile, I'll just send them an e-mail. I guess if I was less discerning about this sort of thing, that could get to be expensive, but so far it's not a problem.
The thing is, if someone sends you a wink and you check out their profile and they seem nice, but not your type, or worse, there's nothing in their profile to tell you one way or another if you have anything in common, the onus is now on you. Your options are:
1. Wink back at them so they can get their hopes up and send you an e-mail and then you can explain that you're not interested. (How about a "blink" option, to communicate confusion and uncertainty?)
2. Cough up the credits and write to them to say thanks but no thanks, or possibly ask them to tell you something, anything, about themselves besides "ready for just about anything" (no offense).
3. Ignore the wink and feel like a total jerkface.
Those are crappy options. Personally, if I want to let someone know I'm interested in them without spending credits, I add them to my hot list. They can see that I've done it. If they want to pursue things, they can e-mail me without fear of rejection, or add me to their hot list and I'm happy to spend the credits. FC keeps giving me more credits for all these fascinating blog posts anyway.
Of the winks I've received thus far, the majority are from guys who are from too far to date anyway. If you want to get to know me, it's obviously going to be via e-mail anyway, so why not just spend the buck and say hello?
So, to the guys who've winked at me recently that didn't hear back from me, thank you, sincerely, for contacting me. I'm writing this partly for you, too, to say thanks for reaching out and I'm sorry you didn't hear back from me. I will respond to e-mails. |
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| Rebel astronomers fight for Pluto! |
Sep 1, 2006 11:22 am
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Don't revise those mnemonics just yet! It seems that a scrappy contingent of some 300 rogue astronomers are pulling out all the stops to save Pluto's planetary status. They've already started a petition!
I'm pre-ordering my Save Pluto t-shirt. Who's with me?
Wait a second... I'm reading the article as I write this post... what's this:
"The planetary club, instead of being reduced to eight, should be enlarged to other planetary-sized objects, they say, an argument that others contest as unwieldy and confusing for the general public."
Okay, um, guys? You're not helping. Look, what's WRONG with the status quo vadis, anyway? If it ain't broke, don't fix it. The solar system works fine as it is! Don't go getting unweildy on us. I don't know about the rest of you, but I like my solar system traditional, my beer cold, my TV loud and my homosexuals Fuh-LAMING! |
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| Explain, please |
Aug 31, 2006 9:25 am
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I've seen a number of profiles here for men who are looking for women that are younger than them. I haven't perused very many women's profiles, so couldn't say if there are similar trends (though my biased assumption is probably not, or, probably not as many).
To be fair, the majority of men's profiles I've looked at tend to allow for a range that skews younger but allows for women who are a few years older. And obviously these categories are arbitrary and most people are going to be cool about someone being slightly older or younger than the parameters they've stated.
But I find it a huge turn-off when a man cuts the age range off at, say, 5 or 10 years younger than he is. Even if I fit the guy's preferred demographic, (it isn't just the bitterness talking here), I am turned off by a guy who doesn't want to interact with women his own age.
Is he afraid of baggage?
Is he disgusted by wrinkles?
Does he fancy himself some sort of Svenjolly?
I know that everyone has different tastes and you can't help what you're attracted to, so I try not to get too judgy, but it's a struggle.
Please, explain. |
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| Church of the Holy Consecrator |
Aug 30, 2006 7:12 pm
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Last year I bought a condo in downtown TO (my real estate agent promised me that homeowner status would make me more attractive to men, but all I got was this lousy t-shirt). I totally love living in the thick of things, with activity buzzing all around me.
One of my favourite things about my teeny little apartment in the sky is my GIGANTIC balcony (christened g-balc by my b-boy wannabe buddy). In summer, I'm sitting out there all the time, chillaxin.
When I first moved in last summer, I noticed a man in the building across the way who came out to his balcony regularly to perform a ritual with a glass of wine. He holds it up in the air as if offering it up for consecration; for that he earned the nickname "The Consecrator".
At first I was charmed by this slice of urban diversity. People of all shapes and sizes, creeds and credos, all smushed together in high density chaos. Living downtown is so cool!!!
But then one night, out of the blue, The Consecrator started shouting. Out on his balcony, to an unseen audience (he never makes eye contact with me, even though we are probably only 60 or 70 feet apart in our separate buildings), at the top of his lungs. Like Peter Finch in Network or something. Except crazier.
The Consecrator is one angry dude. In particular, he's pissed at the Catholic church, and he thinks they should be made to PAY SOME fuckING TAXES! But he's also mad at my building because of the plot to have him kicked out (just because he's crazy doesn't mean we aren't out to get him). If I could, I'd upload an mp3 recording for y'all to sample the rage, but you're just gonna have to trust me.
The ranting is unpredictable - sometimes a week or two will pass with no "episodes". Sometimes he's at it all night, consecrating, shouting, retreating, running back out to shout some more. At all times of the night. Recently he's started blowing a referee's whistle. That was disconcerting at first. I was out on g-balc chatting with a friend the third time it happened. Totally interrupted my train of thought, so I yelled "RED CARD!" which I thought was pretty funny, but my girlfriend warned against drawing his attention. She's right - you never know what the Consecrator might be packing.
People do yell at him to shut the hell up from time to time. I don't, because I'm always fearful of a) what he's packing; and b) just working him up more. But every once in awhile I want to yell something friendly and encouraging, just to mess with his head. Or maybe some practical suggestions for dealing with his rage, like, "Hey, why don't you get a website? You'll reach more people through viral marketing! Get your message out there, man. You could change some lives!"
And I could get some sleep.
Ah well. I still love living downtown. |
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| Don't stop believin' |
Aug 28, 2006 10:01 pm
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I was out tonight, as I am most every Monday night, with a group of friends and acquaintances at a local pub where everybody knows your name. If you go every Monday, that is. The bartender even knows my drink (pint of Creemore, most Mondays - sometimes I drink screwdrivers, to get the daily fruit and vegetable requirement satisfied - I am a cancer fighter, after all - live the brand and all that stuff).
The guy who tends bar on Monday nights seems to favour 70s/80s radio-friendly hair bands, which is great fun, once a week. Who doesn't want to hear "Sweet Child of Mine" every once in awhile? A few weeks ago I was earnestly singing along to "Come Sail Away" at the top of my lungs whilst gripping my beer and it was just the best. I was freaking raised on Styx, for better or worse. (Better, obv.)
Tonight he played Journey's "Don't Stop Believin'" and I of course bleated out that Journey Escape was the first record I ever purchased (together with Foreigner 4), with my Christmas money, in January 1982. I was 12! Some songs are just so evocative; especially (for me, anyway) songs from the tween years, when I was first waking up to the moving power of music.
So, bloggers: what was your first music purchase? |
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| Pictures in blog posts |
Aug 27, 2006 9:37 am
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It seems obvious to me that pictures should be uploaded to the right margin of a post, rather than the left, so that all posts have the same left-side margin, regardless of whether there's a picture.
Does anyone at Fast Cupid have any experience in website design? Usability testing? Bueller? Bueller?
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| Can you die of poignancy? |
Aug 27, 2006 9:32 am
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I finally picked up Neko Case's Fox Confessor Brings the Flood on Friday. Why did I wait so long? In particular, "That Teenage Feeling" knocks me flat on my ass every time I hear it. It's like having your awareness of your loneliness turned up to 11. I know that I choose to be alone rather than be lonely in a relationship. I feel like it's the only choice I can possibly make right now. But like Neko sings, sometimes, "it's ha-aa-aa-aa-aarrrd".
And nothing comforts me the same
As my brave friend who says,
"I don't care if forever never comes
'Cause I'm holding out for that teenage feeling
I'm holding out for that teenage feeling"
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| Bonding over body art |
Aug 25, 2006 11:42 am
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I was reading this blog post, Open-minded parents, about disapproving parents and tattoos, and it made me think of my own experience with parents and tattoos, which is kinda the polar opposite, actually.
For the past year or two, my mom, who is 64 (and incidentally walked the Ottawa marathon this spring in a time of just over 8 hours - go Mom!) made 3 or 4 comments along the lines of, "oooh, some day, I think it would be neat to get a tattoo!" which I thought was adorable, and unexpected. Sometimes parents can surprise you.
Anyway, last Christmas, I decided to call her bluff and further cement my status in the family as "city weirdo", by getting her a gift certificate for a tattoo. Fittingly, probably the weirdest gift I've ever given to a parent. To my surprise, it went over like gangbusters - the only fish-eye I got was from my sister-in-law, who is often mistaken for an old, worn-out horse i.e. she's an unbelievable nag.
I had never really considered getting a tattoo myself, but it seemed like the kind of mother-daughter bonding opportunity that one should embrace for the love of mom, so I decided to use the rune stone pendant that I got as a souvenir from a trip to Ireland a few years back. It means "intuition", which, when I saw it, spoke to me instantly as a philosophy and way of being that I strive for. When I was doing some research on the internet to make sure it didn't have any secondary meanings like, "firecrotch" or "goat-fucker", I found out that there's one rune stone for every letter in the alphabet, and Laguz, the one I'd chosen for epidermic eternity on my person, is the stone for "L", the first letter of my name. BOO-YEAH! How do you like them intuitive apples?
So last March, after my mom dragged me to Hamilton to do the 30k Race Around the Bay (we walked, and "raced" to get to the finish before they closed Copps Colliseum for the day...), we celebrated by getting our tattoos together the next day. My mom opted for a flower on her shoulder, and she is the envy of the CARP set. Seriously, they all love it.
You should have seen her. They were playing Rage Against the Machine and my mom was nodding her head along to it. They don't come much cuter than Jan.
Do y'all have any tattoo stories?
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| Pluto kicked to the curb! |
Aug 24, 2006 9:30 am
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This just in! Pluto is no longer considered to be a planet! Guys, I am FREAKING OUT here!
I mean, "Man Very Early Made Jars Stand Up Nearly..." ??
Nearly what? Nearly independently? Nearly every time? Nearly but so farly? Nothing makes any sense anymore. I didn't need this today!
Okay. Be calm. Take a breath. We just need a bit of punctuation damage control. I'm thinking maybe it's just a matter of a comma:
Man Very Early Made Jars Stand Up, Nearly.
Histrionics and revised mnemonics aside, it's weird how a group of people can get together and decide to de-classify a planet, don't you think? The article I read said that just last week, this same group of 2500 astronomers who decided for the rest of us Earthlings that Pluto's not in the club anymore were debating inviting 3 other objects to the planet playground, including Pluto's largest moon, Ceres. Everybody got all worked up about that ("Man Very Early Made Jars Stand Up Nearly Perpendicular - Crazy!" possibly a bit too irreverent?) and before you know it the pendulum was swinging in the opposite direction and Pluto is owt. It all seems so arbitrary. If they can change the rules about planets, what else is up for grabs? |
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