I'm killing time in the internet cafe. I'm predictable.

Oh askye, how frustrating.

Yesterday Bartleby exhibited a hair-trigger startle response when the postman showed up. He dashed out of my office, snagging my mouse cord around his neck, disconnected it from the keyboard and carried it down two flights of stairs to the front door.

It's a miracle he didn't hogtie himself and suffer some sort of expensive injury...thank doG...but, sheesh, enough with the equipment pummeling already.

eta: around his next? I'm taking that as an official sign that I'm worn the frak out (first time in the gym in a long while. Yay) and need to give up on waiting for Torchwood Day 5 part 5 to show up on the intertubes.

G'night all.

I had very little social conditioning in either recognizing cues or sending the right ones.

Oh lord, me too. Plus, a little terrified of sending the wrong cues. One of the big sells of online dating for me was that recognising one of the first big cues ("so, are you even available for a relationship right now?") becomes an exercise in reading comprehension.

The thing about unemployment is, it happens to plenty of people who are generally hard-working, reasonably prudent, skilled-at-life individuals.

This is true, and especially these days.

I had very little social conditioning in either recognizing cues or sending the right ones.

Very, very me. So much so that I asked my mom (the psych-nurse) if I were anywhere on the Asperger's spectrum.

She said no, they'd had me evaluated as a child, and I was just a clueless asshole sometimes. (THANKS MOM)

I sometimes totally don't get men. "Was that a come on? Cuz I totally would...but it might JUST be flirtation, in which case I'm TOTALLY overthinking this...so if it IS flirtation, should I respond? Or up the ante? Or..." and by this time they've grown cobwebs and died while I dither.

I am, also sometimes, made of spectacular!fail.

Ahhh, the flirting impaired. meara should just market tapes of herself out on a Saturday night and you would know all.

Ahhh, the flirting impaired.

I sit firmly in this demographic.

meara should just market tapes of herself out on a Saturday night and you would know all.

No lie. She's great at it.

For the first time in at least a week, I am attempting to sleep with no ankle brace and no pain meds. Let's see how long this sleeping actually lasts.

Well, considering that I didn't learn till I was over 25, I don't think I'm flirt-impaired, but that may just be comparatively. But I'd still be more likely to know if you wanted to hurt me more than if you wanted to kiss me, though(Not because I'm kinky, but because my crazy teenaged media crush? Was on a threat-assessment expert, and I read his book like, twelve times. I guess part of me wants that "X would kill you if you tried anything," thing to be literal.)

someone to "fix"

Anyone trying to "fix" someone should really just take a long, looooong look in the mirror. Fixing is not something that should be a goal, attempt, whatEVERTHEFUCK!

Ahem. Issues.

If you need to "fix" someone you're with the wrong someone.

I'm belaboring the obvious, aren't I?

Exciting news: the Giants had their first no-hitter since 1976. Almost a perfect game except for an error by the third baseman. And it wasn't Tim Lincecum or Matt Cain or Randy Johnson, but Jonathan Sanchez!

Less exciting news: Emmett's all-star team lost tonight in their second game. 2-1 in extra innings. The pitching was awesome on both sides, with all the runs in the game being unearned (because of defensive lapses).

In the bottom of the sixth, with a runner at third with one out, Arlo and Emmett worked out of the jam to send it into extras. Just one passed ball would've lost the game but Emmett blocked like nine or ten very filthy knuckle curves in the dirt to keep the runner back. It was the most excruciating, pressure-packed game of catch you can imagine.

In the eighth inning (Little League games go 6 innings, so the second inning of extras) their hitter had a bloop single over the third baseman's head. Third baseman threw it away trying to get the runner at second. The right fielder tracked the ball down and got it to Emmett in time to stop the runner. We walked the bases full to get the force out. Wild pitch bounced in the dirt and got away, Emmett scrambled after it and fed it to the pitcher covering in time to catch the runner in a rundown. Two throws and Emmett made the tag getting the out.

And I thought we might pull it out then but the next batter looped a single out in front of our centerfielder and the game was over.

So now we go to the loser's bracket and play every day to get a chance to win district. But it doesn't look good. We burned a lot of pitching in this game.

On the other hand: our consequence for losing a baseball game is that we play another one tomorrow. Life's not too bad when the worst thing that can happen is you get to play baseball.