washwords

Interestingly, one of these things is real. One isn’t.

Exhibit A:

ZombieHarmony - One of the Best Free Dating Sites for Zombies

“because the apocalypse doesn’t have to be lonely”

["because the apocalypse doesn't have to be lonely"] I particularly like that it’s ONE of the best sites for zombies. guess they have zombemistry.com too?

Exhibit B:

Ok, We Have Our First DNA-Based Dating Service: GenePartner

It was only a matter of time before someone launched a dating site that looks for potential matches based on DNA compatibility. That time is apparently today with the launch of GenePartner (ok, it’s not the first, but it’s the cheapest).

(from TechCrunch, Michael Arrington)

Both of these in one day. What are the odds? Heh. And wonder if it works? The Zombie dating that is.

Oops, I did it again.

So, last night at my coop board meeting, I asked an innocent question related to of our house rules and our rights and responsibilities as owners. No biggie, totally normal and within the realm of reasonable happenings at a coop board meeting. Right? Right.

Except…. the question I asked was “So, what are the rules about subletting again, as in, can we?” and this is a building of 300 people, 300 people who I went through the grueling coop conversion process with; 300 people who include several friends, one ex-bf and his newlywed wife, also a friend; 300 people who I argued with and against on message boards and meetings over several years.
So, the meeting was barely over when…
“So…. what’s going on?”
“Where are you going? Why are you leaving?”
“What’s happening!!!???”

The truth is that my boyfriend and I have been talking, t a l k i n g, about the future. A future where we might be together… more… permanently. Given that he has dogs and other suburban responsibilities, my beeaaaautttious coop is out for us, so…

I hadn’t realized asking would mean I’d now opened myself to investigation, congratulations, advice and even this gem “So… you’re not sure it would be permanent. Subletting not selling?” I think that friend was kidding. I think.

Lesson learned. Even when you’re anonymous, you’re not. Even when you’re You in Real Life, there are things folks don’t know about you. Till you tell them. Publicly. Oops

Tags: identity, outing, out, living together, talking, future, relationships, moving in together, suburbs, city, coop, rules, coop rules, regulations, oops I did it again

or are we going on about the wrong things?

For example:

1) Miley Cyrus in the (red satin) sheet(s.) Okay, maybe it’s because I’m not a mom (of a teenage girl), but I don’t get it. Miley poses for an artistic lovely shot by one of the world’s best photographers and it’s a National Crisis. Meanwhile, Jamie Lyn Spears (same approximate age) gets pregnant and gets a RAISE, not to Read more »