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457 weeks ago @ Crasstalk - QOTD: Pretty Ugly · 0 replies · +2 points

Steve Buscemi. There, I said it.
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474 weeks ago @ Crasstalk - QOTD: What was Your Wo... · 1 reply · +1 points

Thank you. It was one of the first times I actually acted purely on instinct instead of going to my mode of listening someone out in a weird situation, and then making a decision about my actions (like whether to leave or not, that night). My divorce had taught me to trust myself, and walking away from that online dating guy was actually *hard* for me, I had been so well-trained to be passive or "understanding" to the point of ignoring all my gut feelings. Since then, I rely on my gut a lot more, in my personal life and at work. One aspect of my work since then (I'm in doctoral research) has focused on emotion and stress, and everything I know now makes me that much more focused on what my body is telling me in every situation, since we're very good at assessing things from many angles our "everyday mind" may not be able to parse logically and quickly, if that makes sense. In other words, if your gut says "danger," I think it best to leave and THEN try to wrap your logical mind around the different things you noticed holistically in an environment that may have triggered that feeling.

474 weeks ago @ Crasstalk - QOTD: What was Your Wo... · 4 replies · +5 points

In the wee, early days of online dating (for me, anyway) post my divorce, I was charmed by a man I met online and who I thought I vetted properly; we exchanged conversational emails (and photos) for several days and then spoke on the phone a couple more days. He had a lovely speaking voice on the phone (really), seemed smart and funny, and his pictures showed him as tall and handsome, but not ridiculously movie-star good-looking. He asked me out on a date and we agreed he'd pick me up a couple blocks from my house, and then we'd go out to dinner.

When his car pulled up, the man inside was clearly not the man in the photo. The voice that came out of his mouth was indeed the phone voice, but instead of the tall, good-looking man was a morbidly obese and homely-faced person. My shock turned to confusion and pity within seconds. He started to explain, something like "Just give me a chance..." But before he could finish, I turned on my heel and walked away. Normally, my "polite" demeanor might have kicked in so far as to give him a chance to explain, but every instinct in my body told me to not get in the car -- it was more than his obvious lies and my own bruised ego that I'd been so easily fooled, I had a very real instinct that getting in his car would have ended very badly. Of course, the disconnect between his photos and who he really was shocked me; I was humiliated I had been duped and genuinely hurt that I felt emotionally manipulated by a liar. Even though I could empathize that this man maybe had a difficult time meeting woman or finding women that would give him a chance past his looks, my own need for self-protection (do NOT get it the car with a man who carries on a string of lies over the course of a week and who immediately gives you a DANGER vibe) made me turn on my heel. I hurried home, shocked, hurt, and enlightened about people in general and online dating.

Over the next few days he emailed and tried to call, but after I responded once with an email saying basically that I didn't appreciate being lied to and deceived and that he'd creeped me out and please don't contact me again, he did stop trying to reach me (after a couple more days of calls).

Looking back, my naivete was astounding -- it never occurred to me he would lie about something so obviously easy to de-bunk on first meeting. Lessons learned and all that. I'm just glad I went with my instinct and didn't get in the car, as opposed to hearing him out and prolonging issues.

475 weeks ago @ Crasstalk - A Short History Of The... · 1 reply · +1 points

I agree. At the zenith of Vegas' conversion to a Family Fun Land, a friend of the family explained to me her reasoning for vacationing there with her two young boys like this, "We stay at Circus Circus, the kids love the circus atmosphere of the hotel, everything is cheap, we go to Mandalay Bay aquarium and we eat at buffets so they're happy they can get whatever they want." And went on in that vein. I hadn't been to LV yet, so I let it go without too much judgment. Hrm. Maybe?

When I went to Vegas (granted, years later, but still during the Big Sell of Vegas as Family Fun Place), I saw parents pushing strollers way too late between casinos and through all tourist traps (and the kids crying their eyes out, probably exhausted and on sensory overload), the aforementioned escort cards shoved into your face and littering the streets, lots of public drunkeness (do Aussies get some kind of bulk liquor discount I did not qualify for on the Strip?) and all-around ADULT behaviors everywhere. Frankly, I was often most disturbed by the parents dragging crying and obviously tired children out late at night, which, on the continuum of Things Parents Should Not Do, is maybe one step better than leaving them alone in the hotel room unattended. Maybe. And I mean, it didn't seem like these parents where in a hurry to get the kids back to the hotel and in bed, but were Wal-Mart-style yelling at the kids to shut up while "Mommy and her friend enjoy the Fremont Street Experience."

477 weeks ago @ Crasstalk - Training Corner is Bac... · 2 replies · +1 points

Thanks. :)

Currently (and not by design), all three of my cats have similar-colored fur. In my house, it would take a CSI team to determine who won a wrestling match by fur clump color. If I come home to the telltale signs of cat fighting, I just assume the scrappy little one won; she's good. She is a tiny badass.

477 weeks ago @ Crasstalk - Training Corner is Bac... · 4 replies · +1 points

All good advice!

As for the squirt bottle...I currently have three cats and have had cats my whole life and for me, the squirt bottle thing has never worked. Unless you count cats running for their lives if they THINK you are reaching for the squirt bottle (or any bottle, after awhile). In my experience, they head for the hills upon bottlage and then resume all negative behaviors as soon as they feel the coast is clear. I'm convinced they don't make the connection between that sort of projectile negative feedback and their behavior. Also, I had one cat who, like honey badger, just didn't give a shit. He'd sit there while you squirted him like a bullseye.

This is going to sound hippie-dippie, but in my opinion, having a good relationship with the cats in question goes far toward less-frustrating basic discipline. By that I mean, I have a lot of positive interaction with my cats, talking to them/praise/baby talk (I'm a cat lady. OK? I said it) and plenty of pets and love. When a discipline issue does come up and I actually raise my voice or even give them A Look, they know what's going down and stop whatever crap they're pulling. Seriously. It's sort of funny, like scolding a bad kid.

The only time the mild scold doesn't work is if there is a full-on personal issue cat-on-cat war/tussle for whatever feline reason. Usually that ends with a lot of fur pulling and rolling like a giant mewling tumbleweed in mutual headlocks under the bed until someone emerges victorious. And then they take a nap.

477 weeks ago @ Crasstalk - Let's Be Honest About ... · 0 replies · +2 points

My ex and I determined our best mode of attack at IKEA was to go in the exit door, since most of the things we went there for (inexpensive sheets, his specialty lamp light bulbs, checking out the cheap new furniture in the warehousey section of the store) were near the exit.

Oddly, the first time we entered the exit, I clutched his arm and held my breath, almost waiting for Her Majesty's Swedish Armed Guards to escort us out of the building. I like to follow directions, and all the signage (and massive traffic flow) clearly shows which doors are ENTRANCE and EXIT so I felt naughty. People looked at us like lunatics as we fought our way upstream through the exit until we got past the check-out to the actual shopping areas. But you know what? This strategery works so Wile E. Coyote genius, that I will forever employ it at IKEA unless I feel the need to wander through miles of bedroom interiors and bathroom fixtures I don't want or need before I get to the cheap Swedish chef kitchen accessories and bedding. Because I'd rather feel naughty than like a chicken being shoved through some unending chute to slaughter, which is roughly the feeling I get when I'm made to go through the IKEA maze the "right" way.

Also, I am a fan of their open-faced shrimp salad sandwiches. I feel cheated if I go to IKEA and don't stop for one. Nom.

477 weeks ago @ Crasstalk - QOTD: Choose Your Supe... · 0 replies · +2 points

#1 choice: Flying. Preferably, with the hot added bonus super powers of Isis, a la the rad 70s show "The Secrets of Isis."

#2 choice: Eating as much of any food as I want and never gaining weight, always maintaining a fit physique. Hi, Chinese buffet. Oh hello, Cheetos Family Size. What's that? A trip to Paris and all the pastries I can stuff in my face? Don't mind if I do.

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477 weeks ago @ Crasstalk - QOTD: Who is the Coole... · 0 replies · +1 points

Sorry, embedding was wonky. Here:

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477 weeks ago @ Crasstalk - QOTD: Who is the Coole... · 3 replies · +3 points

I wanted to be Anabella Lwin when I grew up. She's gorgeous, I thought she kicked much ass in a sex-ay way, she had/has real talent, she represented women of color in punk rock...lots of things I adored about her. Also, her (real) name -- Myint Myint Aye (also cool) -- means "high, high, cool" in Burmese.

When she friended me on Facebook (ok, I friended her, whatever) last year and then sent me an email, too, I actually squeed with delight like a 13-year old. I seriously have crushed on her for the last almost-30 years.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ymT8PGiqPP8