Finally! Yesterday's post goes through. Hallelujah!
It was hot yesterday, so I wore sandals, shorts, and a black sports bra under a sheer camo tank top. In case you're interested, this seems to be the formula for getting seriously ogled. One guy on a motorcycle almost wiped out, he was so busy staring. A muscle man in a rose beret scoped me so hard I could feel his eyeballs scraping my skin. And the air was decorated with wolf whistles after I walked through a cluster of shady-looking figures outside a tattoo shop.
I don't normally notice ogling or flirting until it becomes overzealous, as in the case of the young pups at the Hamilton dance club (where I had to resort to using kung fu to get one of 'em off me), or like a couple of weeks ago when a man holding a cat carrier while riding a bike kept ringing his bike bell until I looked. Then he crossed the street to ask me if I'd be his girlfriend.
Somehow, well on my way to my fourth decade, I appear to have become a sexpot. How the hell did that happen?
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I am interested in expanding my dorkdom. I've never played an online RPG, and am interested in joining in a good World of Darkness campaign. Can you recommend one to me?
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It is official. I need another part-time job. My dance classes aren't bringing in nearly enough moolah. I applied yesterday at one of my favourite local shops (they sell vintage and locally-made clothing, body jewellery, and bongs), but apparently I just missed out. They had hired the day before. The shopkeeper seemed genuinely sorry. Damn.
I think today I'll apply at the other little funky shops, like the comic/game shops, the second-hand book shops, and the t-shirt shop run by the front man for a death metal band. My favourite jobs have been done working with counter-culture folks. Aside from the repulsive gnomes who owned the comic shop I once worked at, I really loved my job. Although the hygienically-challenged customers were off-putting, overall, the clientele had fun and vibrant personalities. And producing documentaries and being the head of the music department at the alternative radio station was both challenging and a lot of fun until office politics harshed my buzz.
So, does anyone know any little shops with lots of personality who'd be willing to hire me for daytimes? I have almost twenty years of experience in customer service.
I just really don't want to work at another call centre, grocery store, credit card-pushing agency, or Tim Horton's ever again, thank you very much. Ugh.
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If all goes well, my website will be up and running shortly. The donated parts have been received by the host. Cross your fingers, folks!
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Ready for some linkage? I thought so.
Viagra reduces hamster 'jet lag': Scientists research the damnedest things.
Tickle Me Elmo on Fire: It's like the Terminator, only really, really, REALLY creepy.
Cat grows wings: I've posted links on this phenomenon before, but this one has the best photo.
Inside the Monkeysphere: How big is your monkeysphere? I'd like to think mine is larger than 150, but it's not all-encompassing (thanks,
f00dave).
Pumping iron modifies genes, study suggests: I plan on being a musclehead until twenty minutes after my death (thanks, Benoit).
Blaze ravages historic Cutty Sark: "A fire which swept through the famous 19th Century ship Cutty Sark may have been started deliberately, police say."
Threatening a rubber hand that you feel is yours elicits a cortical anxiety response: "The feeling of body ownership is a fundamental aspect of self-consciousness. The underlying neural mechanisms can be studied by using the illusion where a person is made to feel that a rubber hand is his or her own hand by brushing the person's hidden real hand and synchronously brushing the artificial hand that is in full view. Here we show that threat to the rubber hand can induce a similar level of activity in the brain areas associated with anxiety and interoceptive awareness (insula and anterior cingulate cortex) as when the person's real hand is threatened. We further show that the stronger the feeling of ownership of the artificial hand, the stronger the threat-evoked neuronal responses in the areas reflecting anxiety."
Egypt: Fatwa allows breast-feeding among adults: "If a man nursed from a co-worker, it would establish a family bond between them and allow the two to work side-by-side without raising suspicion of an illicit sexual relation." And the follow-up: Lecturer suspended after breastfeeding fatwa. That's wack-a-doo!
It was hot yesterday, so I wore sandals, shorts, and a black sports bra under a sheer camo tank top. In case you're interested, this seems to be the formula for getting seriously ogled. One guy on a motorcycle almost wiped out, he was so busy staring. A muscle man in a rose beret scoped me so hard I could feel his eyeballs scraping my skin. And the air was decorated with wolf whistles after I walked through a cluster of shady-looking figures outside a tattoo shop.
I don't normally notice ogling or flirting until it becomes overzealous, as in the case of the young pups at the Hamilton dance club (where I had to resort to using kung fu to get one of 'em off me), or like a couple of weeks ago when a man holding a cat carrier while riding a bike kept ringing his bike bell until I looked. Then he crossed the street to ask me if I'd be his girlfriend.
Somehow, well on my way to my fourth decade, I appear to have become a sexpot. How the hell did that happen?
.....
I am interested in expanding my dorkdom. I've never played an online RPG, and am interested in joining in a good World of Darkness campaign. Can you recommend one to me?
.....
It is official. I need another part-time job. My dance classes aren't bringing in nearly enough moolah. I applied yesterday at one of my favourite local shops (they sell vintage and locally-made clothing, body jewellery, and bongs), but apparently I just missed out. They had hired the day before. The shopkeeper seemed genuinely sorry. Damn.
I think today I'll apply at the other little funky shops, like the comic/game shops, the second-hand book shops, and the t-shirt shop run by the front man for a death metal band. My favourite jobs have been done working with counter-culture folks. Aside from the repulsive gnomes who owned the comic shop I once worked at, I really loved my job. Although the hygienically-challenged customers were off-putting, overall, the clientele had fun and vibrant personalities. And producing documentaries and being the head of the music department at the alternative radio station was both challenging and a lot of fun until office politics harshed my buzz.
So, does anyone know any little shops with lots of personality who'd be willing to hire me for daytimes? I have almost twenty years of experience in customer service.
I just really don't want to work at another call centre, grocery store, credit card-pushing agency, or Tim Horton's ever again, thank you very much. Ugh.
.....
If all goes well, my website will be up and running shortly. The donated parts have been received by the host. Cross your fingers, folks!
.....
Ready for some linkage? I thought so.
Viagra reduces hamster 'jet lag': Scientists research the damnedest things.
Tickle Me Elmo on Fire: It's like the Terminator, only really, really, REALLY creepy.
Cat grows wings: I've posted links on this phenomenon before, but this one has the best photo.
Inside the Monkeysphere: How big is your monkeysphere? I'd like to think mine is larger than 150, but it's not all-encompassing (thanks,
Pumping iron modifies genes, study suggests: I plan on being a musclehead until twenty minutes after my death (thanks, Benoit).
Blaze ravages historic Cutty Sark: "A fire which swept through the famous 19th Century ship Cutty Sark may have been started deliberately, police say."
Threatening a rubber hand that you feel is yours elicits a cortical anxiety response: "The feeling of body ownership is a fundamental aspect of self-consciousness. The underlying neural mechanisms can be studied by using the illusion where a person is made to feel that a rubber hand is his or her own hand by brushing the person's hidden real hand and synchronously brushing the artificial hand that is in full view. Here we show that threat to the rubber hand can induce a similar level of activity in the brain areas associated with anxiety and interoceptive awareness (insula and anterior cingulate cortex) as when the person's real hand is threatened. We further show that the stronger the feeling of ownership of the artificial hand, the stronger the threat-evoked neuronal responses in the areas reflecting anxiety."
Egypt: Fatwa allows breast-feeding among adults: "If a man nursed from a co-worker, it would establish a family bond between them and allow the two to work side-by-side without raising suspicion of an illicit sexual relation." And the follow-up: Lecturer suspended after breastfeeding fatwa. That's wack-a-doo!
Breastfeeding
Date: 2007-05-26 12:42 am (UTC)From:Curious.
Another part-time job.
Date: 2007-05-26 05:41 am (UTC)From: (Anonymous)http://www.xounderground.com
no subject
Date: 2007-05-26 08:52 am (UTC)From:If you want a real-time, text-based RPG, I suggest:
http://metro.spork.com/players/
I also suggest using this client -- MUSHClient
The address for the game is: metro.spork.com:4201.
I run the vampire sphere there (as a storyteller), but the game supports virtually all World of Darkness spheres.
no subject
Date: 2007-05-27 05:55 am (UTC)From:You might want to prod at Mudconnector (http://www.mudconnector.com/), since it actually does have a lot of non-MUD games listed. If nothing else, it should give you a good list of games to Google for.
You're probably best off avoiding Thunder Bay and Dark Metal; while the latter is big and established, it's also more like Cyberpunk 2020 by Night than traditional WoD fare.
MU*ing is much like LARP: it can be really fun and satisfying when a scene comes off, but there can also be an unfortunate amount of Out of Character politicking, cliquishness, and general-purpose creepiness. That said, I hope you find a place you enjoy playing at.