Remember when I wrote about how important headlines were to the online personals thing?

I changed my headline again today. It now reads "Now only PARTIALLY completely discouraged by this process!"

At least for today, I so don't care if that turns off any potential suitors. If it does, trust me, they're not potential enough.

Yeah, I'm doing a lot of asking my flist for ideas the last couple of days. Why shouldn't I? There are an awful lot of brains out there at my disposal, and some of them are even not watching TV while they read. It's a huge resource. I aim to misbehave take advantage ( Read more... )

You know, the world's still gonna turn, the sun's still gonna shine, but I gotta tell you...

...I miss someone like holy hell.

What have I been doing?

Well, I made the following icons:


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To all the people on my flist who were so cool to me during this post (and more recently, during this post), I am now updating you all on the Personals Profile Picture Situation (aka, the Pic Sitch. Natch.)

I followed foodpoisoningsf's advice and engaged the super-fabu e_ticket as my photographer, and the results were approximately 3,987,413,741,034,701,974% better than ( Read more... )

A (long) while ago, I signed up on a personals web site. Met a few geeks, went on some uncomfortable meet-ups, basically decided that "in person" was the way to find someone.

Little while later, I've forgotten my previous lessons, I decide to update my personals profile thingy and try again ( Read more... )

"The reason it's a cliche is because it's true." - Lloyd Cole

So it looks like the poll results of my previous post have pretty much leveled off. I was trying to see if that old "internet geeks never get laid" stereotype holds any water.

Evidently, it holds the ocean.

Dudes, we don't. If you add up the scores from the two not-gettin'-any ( Read more... )

I got an idea for a poll that interested me. It might be considered an investigation into the "internet geeks never get laid" stereotype ( Read more... )

Tonight, as my computer clock reads 11:51 pm, I’m out at the aptly-named Insomnia Café (I say that so often that I almost think of it as the name of the place - The Aptly-Named Insomnia Café - but mostly it’s just another opportunity to Over Capitalize), entering receipts for last year into Quicken. Well, not actually at this MOMENT, a break has ( Read more... )