I feel sort of accomplished today. I have (more or less) mastered the single crochet stitch. Woo. Now, to attempt ones that will help me actually make things. (I want to make legwarmers. I may, for now,attempt to just sc a pair and use ribbon or something for a drawstring to keep them up. *lazy*) Patterns still mostly read like Kryptonian to me, though. XD
Um. U GUISE. I have discovered that tentacle monster doll stands are a thing that exists. LOOK AT THIS THING:
…uh, is it bad that I kind of want one for the sheer lulz it would generate?
Had another one today. I was on my way back from picking up lunch (literally around the corner from my house) and dude rolls up beside me in an SUV, leans over the passenger seat and goes “Excuse me miss, is it disrespectful to want to stop and talk to you?” I just kind of stared at him for half a second, said “Yes”, and kept walking. I think I pissed him off or something, because he took off fast. IDGAF.
I mean, okay, he was marginally polite, but seriously? Yes, yes it is fucking disrespectful to expect a random woman to stop and give you her attention just because you think she’s hot. Especially if you happen to be calling out from a goddamned car. Most of us get all this hey baby shit all the time, and it’s not flattering or fun or cute, and it’s sure as hell not likely to get you a date.
Men, don’t do this. I am not looking to meet you if I am just walking down the street. Most women aren’t .I’m pretty sure very few if any people have ever gotten a date or found their future spouse by being holla’d at by some random person driving down the street and stopping to chat with them
Yelling out your car window at me is not a good way to make me want to talk to you, or to give you my number. Circling around the block and doing it again is definitely not a good way to make me want to talk to you, and is, in fact, fucking creepy. Circling around the block again and pulling up beside me as I’m trying to make sure you’re gone to tell me how beautiful you think I am and that you just want to get to know me (and acting like you can’t imagine why I wouldn’t want to stop and chat or get within arm’s length of your car to talk to you) is grounds for calling the goddamned police. Be glad I didn’t.
How the fuck do people think this is an okay thing to do?
*facepalm* How is it that I spent half of yesterday reading Sourcery, but didn’t realise it was the 30th anniversary of Discworld?