Oh great. Well thank you very much for THAT, Zen. Excuse me while I go slit my old, wrinkled wrists in private.

You think that's bad? I read recently that a team of archeologists is excavating a site where Atari used to dump their unsold games. They're hoping to find a stash of about 2 million ET games.

That's right.

Archeologists are searching for the ruins of our childhood.

:crone: indeed.

Geez. I was hoping to come here and find some inspiration. All I got was confirmation. I'm a dumb old crone who's living in the past. A time when it was ok to say women should act like ladies and they might get treated like one. A time when it was ok to say women and men should be held to certain standards. Sometimes life is just a pain in the arse crack.

I refer to it as entering my geezerhood ...

If anyone tried entering my geezerhood I'm sure it would be a pain in my arse crack too.

:lol:
On my best day I couldn't go toe to toe with you, foot.

See, you just did.

"Irritating" is too strong a word, but I'm suspiciously perplexed.

I don't use LinkedIn, but I'm on there, and a woman I know just extended an invitation to join her network so I ended up on the site. One of the people it suggested I might know is a former Dwellar whose name starts with R and ends with adar.

There were no shared connections, and no clues about why LinkedIn might think I know him. I've never emailed him, and I'm not connected to any other Dwellars on LinkedIn that I can recall. I'm trying to figure out how they became so clairvoyant...

weirdness

1. Your friends gave LinkedIn the ability to search their mailboxes for new connections.

2. They didn't Link to him, but LinkedIn remembered the connection anyway.

3. They Linked to you.

4. Their email connections may be real connections for you in real life, LI thinks. Maybe moreso, if two or more of your Linkers have messages from him in their email boxens.

That's my theory

Ohh, it's just the NSA trying to be helpful. Why is everyone so paranoid?

Mother is a super-spiteful mode today.
I have avoided it so far, but she's really laying into Dad.

She's now told him to bin the stupid fucking roses he's planted in pots.
Not sure how they have aroused her ire, but she says she didn't ask for them, didn't want them, only wanted two to plant on the graves so they may as well be binned.
And he will. He'll put them in the bin, just because she is in a pissy mood.

SLAM goes the microwave. BANG goes the cupboard.

It honestly isn't me this time, we had a pleasant convo this morning.
I'm still going to hide though.
We'll play nicey-nicey-family later because Maureen is coming over.
I'll still hide. It's extremely rare for me to eat with them anyway as dinner is a flashpoint.

Maybe it was an email, she was on here just before me.

I must teach you to knit next time you're here. It's great for removing yourself from the immediate environment ;-)

Sent by thought transference

Removing yourself from the immediate environment is key in (abusive) these situations. Knitting is a good way. So is Zen breathing while focusing on something in the distance. Even though others will decide you're touched, you tend to get excused early.

Is there any way to tell if someone legitimately wants a contact rather than just having poor information hygiene?