I immediately brained it into Baltimore Magazine's Hottest Singles issue.
Oh, lord, that thing. I was hilariously rejected as a contender for that.
My favorite story from that was from a woman (very attractive, cool job, early 30s etc.) who was in the Bmag Hot Singles issue and the one ONE offer of a date she got out the experience was from an incarcerated guy.
I have a pretty stereotypical "smart kid" work ethic - if I decide something's worth my time/effort, I'll be the best little worker bee in the world, but give me busywork and I will procrastinate my ass off.
Add in a tendency to procrastinate on things I care about as well, all the better to get the adrenaline rush of a tight deadline for fuel, and this is me.
I have a pretty stereotypical "smart kid" work ethic - if I decide something's worth my time/effort, I'll be the best little worker bee in the world, but give me busywork and I will procrastinate my ass off.
Sadly, this is me. Relatedly, I am also the geek who will spend an hour programming something to do something boring, rather than spending half an hour just doing the thing myself. Just because it's a cooler approach to the problem.
I'd nod in agreement, but I'm too busy futzing on the interwebs.
one ONE offer of a date she got out the experience was from an incarcerated guy.
I had three friends in the infamous red issue about 4 or 5 years back. I think the mag used a fisheye lens to photograph them - and their write ups made them look like shopaholic, urbanBarbie lushes bathed in leopard prints. These are women who have their own businesses, who are active in local politics, and who are working to make the city a better place to live. And there too, you had the prison date trawling.
was not impressed.
like Strong Bad
Once again it's time to check the email...
everyday I hope it's from a female....
I
t heart
String Bad.
I've fallen way behind on sbemails. I really need to catch up. I caught one a few months ago, and they're
still funny.
The Brothers Chaps have still got it, those bastards.
I used to write angry notes on tiny scraps of paper and throw them down the stairs at my mother: "I hate you" "You're so mean" "It's totally unfair and you are too" and the like. My mother seems to have valued it as a commitment to literacy and kept them.
This makes me laugh because it reminded me of when I was a teenager and would get sooper mad at my mom. My room was in the basement, so I would take every single present she ever bought me and piled them all up at the bottom of the stairs with a note that said, "Give these things to someone who you really love who is obviously not me."
I lost a lot of really awesome stuff that way.