Archive for the ‘Self-Involvement’ Category

Jun
25
2011

Oh hey, I got married

by Andrea

Elizabeth Gilbert convinced me that I could get married without losing myself or my feminist credibility, and all of a sudden I found myself in a white dress and veil, getting married.

No seriously. That’s how it happened. And it only required 1.5 tablets of Valium!

It was a small, low-key, backyard affair, and it was absolutely perfect.

As far as I can tell, I have not lost myself or my feminist credibility. It would seem that my deep-seated fear of marriage was unfounded, although I think it helps that I married the coolest guy around.

If you feel the burning desire to give me something to commemorate the occasion, this would be the place to do so.

Apr
4
2011

Spray tan

by Andrea

This weekend I looked in the mirror at my cadaverously white self and decided it was time to get a spray tan. Just because I’ve spent the last three years in Alaska doesn’t mean I have to look like I’ve spent the last three years in Alaska.

This morning when I walked into my classroom, Kindergartener A said, “Miss Staats! What happened to your face?”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“It’s brown!” she exclaimed.

Kindergartener B looked at me and nodded approvingly. “It looks better,” she said.

And you know what? She’s right.

Sep
26
2010

Betrayal

by Andrea

Mother Nature and I have a deal. She holds off on snow until AFTER my birthday, October 8th, and in return, I try to keep my showers short and conserve electricity and all that jazz. We set this up in elementary school, and more often than not, I’m graced with a snowless birthday. In recent years however, Mother Nature’s been testing her boundaries.

This year, Mother Nature let down her end of the bargain AGAIN. Outside my window, there are snowflakes fluttering down. Please keep in mind that it’s only the 26th of September. I repeat, the TWENTY-SIXTH OF SEPTEMBER. That’s crazy even for Anchorage. Mother Nature ought to be ashamed of herself. On Friday she toppled a tree with a windstorm and cut off my power, and now this? Mother Nature must be hitting the sauce.

Now it’s true that this snow is melting as soon as it hits the ground. It’s true that the snowflakes are very tiny. But it’s still snow, and let me tell you something: Mother Nature will not get away with this. I’m going to take a very long shower, and then at the supermarket I will bag my groceries with paper AND plastic. HA!

Sep
16
2010

Contradictions

by Andrea

It occurred to me this morning that it was probably a little hypocritical for me to whine about people over-sharing on Facebook one day and then slam the chauvinistic notion of modesty the next. While I still firmly believe that there is nothing inherently moral or immoral about the human body or the display thereof, I submit that there is a time and place for everything, and that a Facebook status update is not the place to discuss cervical dilation, or anything else pertaining to the bunky region. I mean, do you really want the nerdy kid you sat next to in ninth grade biology to know what’s going on with your bits? I sure wouldn’t.

Am I the only person who can’t quit Facebook but recognizes that I’d be better off without it?

Aug
6
2010

Phobia

by Andrea

Some people are afraid of spiders. Some are afraid of heights. Some are afraid of clowns, which seems perfectly reasonable to me, because let’s face it: clowns are scary.

I’m scared of balloons.

(Via Hautstyle. Some images NSFW.)

This situation would give me a panic attack. Not even playing.

Whenever I’m around balloons, all I can think about is how they will pop, suddenly and alarmingly, and how awful that will be. I’m also afraid that said popping will injure me somehow. This phobia is so deep-seated and primal that on more than one occasion I have screamed, “GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME!” at a small, balloon-wielding child.

You can imagine how much fun I am at birthday parties.

Jun
17
2010

Hacked the hacker

by Andrea

So my email was hacked on Monday and oh boy, was that a fun mess to try and clean up. (I’m being facetious. There was nothing fun about it.)

Anyway, the hacker sent everybody in my contact list an email saying that I’d been mugged in a park in Wales, and that my flight left in a few hours, and I needed money soon to pay the hotel, which was holding me hostage for non-payment. You know what heartless sticklers those Welsh hoteliers are. Apparently the American embassy was also turning a blind eye to my predicament.

The logical fallacies in this approach are numerous, and perhaps the least of the problems was that the email was riddled with grammatical errors and sounded nothing like me. And you can bet that were I ever to be mugged in Wales, the last way I’d deal with it would be to send a message to everybody I’ve ever emailed, including former bosses and boyfriends.

Aside from the obvious embarrassment of people thinking I’m the sort of person who begs for money from ANYBODY, having my email hacked means that somebody had access to my information. I emailed myself my password for bank accounts and credit cards. Not smart! Luckily, our hacker was kind of an idiot and didn’t think to try to steal from me, instead of my contacts.

But it wasn’t just the email. Our hacker friend also tried chatting with anybody and everybody on gchat. My friend TL caught on to the ruse pretty quickly, since you know, I speak English and the hacker didn’t.

TL: What’s your birthday?

Hacker: what is all this question all about i need you to get me out of this mess

TL: Try to get a real life, rather than getting free money from other people.

Hacker: your mama mamama your father your mama is here with dog ****ing are

You stay classy, email hacker.

The moral of the story is to make your password about three years long, very hard to guess, and keep your sensitive information out of your email. Also, keep in mind that if your gmail account is compromised, there is very little support to get it back. There’s nobody you can call, and your communication with Google is also sent to the compromised account. The hacker will change your security question and secondary email. I’m just lucky Kurt has computer smarts, or else y’all would probably still be getting emails in which “I” blithely ask for $1500 loans.