Ethan Rayne ,'Potential'
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
OK, this is annoying and creepy:
For a while, I was getting recorded phone calls trying to collect a debt from some guy named Dax Carson. I just googled him. He does live in Seattle. I thought "eh, he probably had my phone number before". I finally got a number to call them back, and told them he doesn't live here.
I just got another automated call from the same company (it would seem) for someone ELSE (Barb Henderson).
WTF??
Is this the new collections tactic? Just start randomly attempting to collect your debts from whoever?
I dub this the Stewie Griffin maneuver.
Okay, that's reaching. It was a reference to Stewie just calling every number in sequence to find his home number.
At least I can detect my own humor incompetence.
Well, either that or randomass people are signing up for things using my phone number and address, but not my NAME??
Omnis: is it a simple substitution code where a single letter is represented by a 1 to 5 digit number ?
Sparky - where are these beach photos of puppy vs sand? I sigh. I wait.
It has been rainy and there have been 20-30 mph winds gusting, until today. We went down to the beach today, and it was covered with garbage that had washed up. Garbage + beagle nose = nothing but "No, Sassy! Leave it, Sassy!"
Tomorrow looks good. Maybe there will be pictures.
Sean, my best to S. I've been skippy while on vacation, and I haven't said so earlier, but she's in my thoughts.
Okay, that's reaching. It was a reference to Stewie just calling every number in sequence to find his home number.
"111-1111. Lois? Damn! 111-1112. Lois? DAMN! 111-1113...."
Teppy's got my back.
And thanks, Sparky. It means a thing. Lots of things, actually.
Teppy's got my back.
Always, sweetie.
ION, I finally unpacked and hung up all my hang-up-able clothes. Yes, I moved in back at the beginning of December. But The Boy only just cleaned out a closet for me about a month ago. (Smallfonted because I gave him grief for 2 months about not cleaning out a closet for me, and then once he did, it took me a month to hang stuff up.)
I'm very close to actually being totally unpacked. There's still just the pile of 8 or 9 boxes (the size that reams of paper come in) in the living room. Once we can figure out where the contents of those boxes can go, they can be unpacked, and I'll actually be finished.
Weird.
Sean, hugging you and renewing my offer of food, Rock Band, or general distraction. I know it's probably not practical, time-wise, but the offer stands.