Is it chocolate-gelt flavor, or money flavor? That would be a key factor.
I was just reading Dinosaur Comics and this is exactly the kind of thing Utahraptor would say.
Ergo, Jesse is Utahraptor.
'Sleeper'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Is it chocolate-gelt flavor, or money flavor? That would be a key factor.
I was just reading Dinosaur Comics and this is exactly the kind of thing Utahraptor would say.
Ergo, Jesse is Utahraptor.
I have graded 20 long papers (6-10 pages each) 50 short responses (2 pages each) and I still have another 20 long papers to go. UGH. No. Good.
Oh my, I'm exhausted just reading the list.
I thought we had already established that Jesse is T-Rex. Or T-Rex is Jesse.
This is why I've basically given up on online dating in favor of these things where people just show up in front of you -- speed dating and the like. It's just meeting a new person.
I wound up doing better out of online dating than speed dating, though I did enjoy the speed dating quite a lot. They're really quite different environments.
They're really quite different environments.
I think I'm better at presenting myself in person than in text. And I'm better (if only nominally) at liking someone from a brief personal presentation than a brief textual one. I can read a profile and decide I have something to talk to them about, but I haven't read a profile and felt attraction yet. But I can do that in five minutes of exchange of conversation. Just ferreting through profiles to do that...yeah, nsm with the continued trying.
Break time. I think I impressed the philosophy major by knowing what predicate logic is.
I think I knew that once.
Note to self: Do not attempt nerd speed dating.
I am not good at any of those things, but I am thinking of re-activating my online account after settling in next fall.
ita, it was a nice day, and I am not harried which I think is a win. I've got a bag of clothes and toys to take to the thrift store tomorrow, and another bag of vintage stuff to ebay over the weekend.
So far I took out the recycling in the rain, epoxied my mug handle back on, had cat run through the epoxy, grabbed cat, soaked indignant cat's paw in rubbing alcohol, discovered I'd grabbed the rubbing alcohol and vinegar mixture I use for my ears, cleaned an increasingly squirmy cat's paw off, rinsed now-cuisinart cat's paw in the sink and now I think I'll have a wee drink. As a pickle-scented Loki glares at me as he washes and washes and washes.
Best I don't try dating.