A Twist of Things to Come

I had such great success with the book club I joined through Meetup that I decided to update my profile as looking for other groups in a bunch of different interests.

Somehow, I ended up attracting the attention of a LARP group. (I had to look up that it means Live Action Role Playing... How I got on their radar, I do not know, as I do not play RPGs.)

"Hm."

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GeekaChicas has had about ten new people register in the last seven days, and yet another new blogger proposal. She looks like a good fit, which I'm stoked about, but I might need to start requiring a writing sample up front. I don't think it will be a problem this time, but if we keep generating this much interest, well, I WILL need to screen for writing skills and a decent grasp of grammar.

Because I don't want to spend a bunch of time fixing sloppy writing, unless it's for pay. Though that is a logical step in the site's expanding popularity, it is not one I had anticipated happening this soon. We've been live for just over six months, so I guess I should have anticipated this.

"Hm."

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When YouTube asked me if I wanted to link my personal account and the GeekaChicas account, I said sure, thinking that I'd be able to switch between accounts without swapping logins. But now I CANNOT log in to the GeekaChicas account at all. I posted a request for help on the forum, and have not received a single reply. Since I'm getting to the point where I'll be producing original video content, this is becoming quite irksome. (<---understatement)

"Hm."

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I've noticed that when I get Facebook horndog messages ("You're pretty." "Your husband is a lucky man." etc.) my level of irkedness is directly proportional to the horndog's age. Older than me = creepy, my age = *eyeroll*, Slightly younger than me = *shrug* That's nice, I guess, and significantly younger than me = *grin* How sweet!

They are all essentially the same, as I am sure they represent a shotgun approach to getting laid, and none of them have any of chance of success with me. I never, ever respond to any of them. But still.

"Hm."

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Living with a husband and two pre-teen sons has led to me being a party to some strange topics of conversation. Somehow, my sons got into a game of coming up with humorous euphemisms for bowel movements. The hubby overheard, and encouraged them. (I should have seen that one coming, but I didn't.) So far, "Chocolate Thunder from Down Under" seems to be the favorite, though I personally preferred "Making the Dragon."

OMG, BOYS. *sigh*