When your male avatar is chatting up a female character in the game, do not emote things like “massages shoulders,” “kisses lips,” or “caresses arm.” Even if you’re role-playing—especially if you’re role-playing.

Pushy, too-familiar behavior is just as creepy in an online game as it is in real life. The object of your attention will probably be avoiding you from now on.

Also, asking “Are you a girl IRL?” makes it very obvious that you view this game as some sort of virtual dating service. Many of the girls who play online games quickly learn to answer “no” to this question, to ensure that people like you do not bother them any more.

The internet a wonderful social equalizer, an environment where people have the opportunity to interact without the prejudices attached to gender, race, or physical appearance. When you’re talking to someone online, you react to each other based entirely on how you behave.

Too bad for you. Might want to work on that.

Sep 212009
 

Me, Too.

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Sep 172009
 

Jon Stewart

Sep 162009
 

This morning Marchesa was sitting on the coffee table staring intently at a moth on the ceiling.

I climbed up on the couch and used the remote to nudge the moth, prompting him to fly down where Marchesa could play with him. She chased him around a bit, and then he flew into the super-bright floor lamp next to the couch.

The floor lamp is moth Armageddon. They roast on the super-hot bulb.

Marchesa sat on the arm of the couch and stared up at the lamp, then at me.

“I can’t get him back,” I told her. “He’s gone for good.”

She stared at the lamp, then at me.

I went back to bed.

Several hours later, when I came out again, she was sitting on the arm of the couch staring intently at the lamp.

I saw that there was a new moth on the lamp, a slightly larger one, sitting just inside the rim. I turned the light off for a few minutes to let it cool, then reached in and scooped him out so she could chase him. She had a wonderful time.

Now she thinks I can get moths back out of the lamp.

Sep 022009
 

Despite having a couple of interviews in the last month, I remain jobless. I called Kelly Friday to check for temp jobs, which apparently bumped me to the top of the “live” queue, but I still haven’t heard back. I’ll call them again tomorrow, though it may be difficult to dial with my fingers crossed.

Alpha Geek tries to keep me from getting discouraged. He pointed out that much of the job hiring process depends on random factors that are entirely out of my control. Even once I get to the interview stage, the employer’s decision will rest largely on their own personal likes and dislikes. Assuming all candidates arrive well-groomed and present themselves professionally, the choice will come down to which candidate the interviewer took a personal fancy to.

“It’s a numbers game,” he advised. “You just have to get as many interviews as you can, until sooner or later you land in the right place at the right time.”

As usual, he’s right. At least I have the advantage that when I apply to a job posting, there is likely to be a job. It was a much tougher sell when I was working minimum-wage jobs as “unskilled labor” (a misnomer if I ever heard one—any job requires a skill set of some sort). The turnover for such jobs is quite high, and employers tend to keep job postings up more or less constantly in order to have an unending flow of applicants available. Obtaining the job is largely a matter of whether you applied at just the time they happen to have an open position to be filled.

For a while I was considering looking for one of those minimum-wage jobs, just as a temporary measure until I find one in my field. But when I mentioned this to Alpha Geek, he pointed out that such a job will not pay enough to offset the loss of the tax deduction he can take when claiming me as a dependent. So I reluctantly abandoned that plan.

The Artist is rooting for me, too. Now that he’s an adult, he’s much more interested and involved in family finances. He has also talked about getting a job to help pay for his college expenses, but I told him to focus on his schoolwork. Perhaps he can manage an internship over the summer, but during the semester it’s more important that he work on his curriculum. So he reluctantly abandoned that plan, but he remains interested in the results of any interviews I manage to obtain.

Unemployment sucks.

 

(Putting new light bulbs in the kitchen light; three out of the four bulbs had burned out.)

Bertha (turning on light): My God, it’s so bright!

Alpha Geek: Don’t bring your God into this.

Bertha (wandering off):
My god’s bigger than your god,
My god’s bigger than yours
My god’s bigger ’cause he eats Ken-L Ration,
My god’s bigger than yours

Alpha Geek (calling down the hall): Did you just sing that God eats Ken-L Ration?

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