Soulless & Feral

So, Plan X is back on track! My revised GTFO date is the 13th. So…

…let’s talk about something completely different!

Jennie (@jennie_z on Twittah) and I have a lot of internet friends who’ve been inconsiderate enough to have the same first name. The nerve of those people! As awesome problem solvers, we’ve determined that the most correct way to refer to our same-named friends is to use an awesome “Silence in the Library” model. If you’re not familiar with “Silence in the Library” from the Doctor Who series, go smack yourself in the mouth and lament your folly. You lamer. When you’ve finished, come back and read this entry.

We name our friends thusly:

First friend we knew OR our bestest evar friend what has the first name: “Proper (Name.)” So if we know two Hanzos, the first OR the bestest friend Hanzo gets to be ‘Proper Hanzo.”

Second friend we knew OR our acquaintance what is overshadowed by the Proper one: “Other (Name.)” So the second OR the acquaintance is “Other Hanzo.”

Third through infinity: These people get a name associated with their actions, jobs, or hobbies. So we might have “Paranoid Hanzo,” “Stripper Hanzo,” and “Anime Hanzo.”

And now you know! if you want to be different, either become our bestest friend (boob pics work, hint hint) or change your name to something else! Stupid same named people!

Want to spur participation in Freak Flag Friday and have some fun doing it? Play Freak Flag tag!

The rules of Freak Flag Tag are pretty simple.

1. You share a Freak Flag worthy secret; that is, you share something that makes you a freak and you stand proud!
2. You tag two other people to share a freak flag worthy secret.
3. If your two choice sharers are not namby pamby little bitches, they share a secret!
4. The people you tagged get to tag two other people, and the process continues!

Some stipulations:

- You cannot “tag back.” In other words, no fair tagging the person that tagged you.
- If you’re tagged, don’t take all day to share!
- When you respond, make sure to @ reply the person that tagged you!
- Be sure to add to #fff hashtag to the post!
- Be sure to link to the rules when you play! Just send them right to this post.
- If you can’t think of anything, just get naked. Twitter will love you for it.

Plan A – refers to my currently active plan concerning a revenue stream. For the time being, Plan A is the job I hold… when I am filthy rich and I have fuckall I have to do, Plan A will be the plan to go pick up my latest dividends check.
Plan B – usually refers to an alternate form of employment (side job.) I rarely operate under a Plan B except for fun and minor profit.
Plan C – refers to an active job search and my current, most desirable leads.
Plan D – refers to an active job search and my current, less desirable (but acceptable) leads.
Plan Z – refers to my joining the National Guard if all else fails.

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I’ve been pretty serious and revealing of late, so I thought I would lighten things up a little bit this Saturday morning. I’d mentioned to a couple of friends that I was going to turn my Google Voice number into a rejection line, as I’ve not been using it for actual calls and heck, the amusement value alone would be worth the hassle of changing the number should I need to ZOMG actually have a Google Voice number. So… this afternoon, I made that dream a reality with my new “Sabalo’s Personal Rejection Hotline!”

Basically, it works like this:

1. We are friends or at the very least, e-pals.
2. I give you the number!
3. You hand the number out to creeps!
4. Creeps get a big fat diss, and either:
   1. let you be! or…
   2. get publicly humiliated.
5. We laugh over drinks.

Pretty cool, right? If you want the rejection line number, send an e-mail my way and I’ll give it to you. I don’t want to post it publicly because it’ll lose power.

A transcript:

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Okay, so confession. I am, like any real live person (which I may or may not be. A person, that is) subject to flattery. Yeah, I have an ego. Yeah, I like to be thought of as attractive despite obvious historical and present self esteem issues. And goddamn you, yes. It does make me feel good to be complimented, even if I don’t quite believe you.

So. Right. You know that facial hair thing, what where you Twitter people were like “wow that’s kinda hot” and where you were totally making it up? Well uh, okay. I took it serious and I’ve now got a manageable scruffiness. I listen! Sure, you may be laughing at me behind my back, but whatever. I can take it.

But on to the point!

I am like, fashion and appearance retarded. My daily getting read routine goes: shower, find clean whatever to wear (or hell, why lie? Mostly clean,) shave or not, brush teeth, brush or comb hair and then mess it up so I don’t look all slicked back, coffee, drive, shoes when I get there. On the weekends my going out attire consists of “oh look, jeans. Chuck Taylors. a shirt that I did not wear last time. Done!”

Haircuts? Don’t make me laugh. My for real response is usually “eh, whatever looks decent.”

Your job, then, is to help me out! Give me tips. Let me know where I can improve. Heck, if you’re into that sort of thing, think of me as a giant paper doll what you can dress up and play fashion experimenter with.

I look forward to your total lack of feedback.