Nun bats eyelashes with... results?

Good grief. Have I really not posted in four days? There's no way this blog will get wildly popular if I keep that up.

Thursday: Stayed up too late watching The Reader. Yeah, I rented it because naked Kate Winslet, but it's a good enough flick that I didn't stop it for the night.

Friday: dinner with m'boy, want to go to the Merc, sleep instead.

Saturday: Hot Flash with the Queefs! Fun with pretty queer poly wimmins, one of whom is one of those rare andro women whom I find attractive. She (Pronouns? Foreshadowing!) remembered me from the Wildrose a couple of months ago, but I didn't remember her. I can't imagine why. She mentioned that she was considering transitioning. I told her that would be too bad because she was so attractive as a woman. She said, basically, likewise. Well, well!

One of the hostesses was handing out plastic foam cylinders with rainbow LEDs inside. Naturally, flogging on the dance floor ensued. Ahem.

Also Saturday night, I went to the Opulent Temple benefit down in Sodo. It was a nice Burner Party - I'd expect nothing less from OT, my favorite place to dance on the playa bar none - but I wish I'd a) drunk less and b) brought friends.

Sunday: NSPP happy hour at the Octopus in Wallingford. Brief if good fun, including a woman who remembered me messaging her on OKCupid back in the spring. I just barely remembered her. Trans strikes again! I had a lovely time talking to her. She's booked with a hubby & a girlfriend - aren't they all? - but there could be fun in the future.

I almost got phished.

The setting: I'd just gotten back from my bike ride & lunch on Sunday. I got a robocall from an eight-digit number claiming to be Bank of America, with whom I have no accounts, saying that my debit card was cancelled. I'd punched in my debit card number, complete with verification code, when it asked for my full Social Security number.

The penny finally dropped. Did I mention I was tired & hung over? I hung up and cancelled my debit card, which took twenty minutes. Several nervous refreshes of my credit union's page convinced me that the phishers didn't manage to charge anything. Whew!

Fun fact: most of the robotic voice was synthesized into an American accent, but the voice reading back CCN digits was a recorded Australian (!) man.

I've filed a police report online, where SPD is at pains to point out that they probably won't investigate it. Nevertheless, I appreciate the convenience.

I got a new debit card with a new number today thanks to First Tech and their card printer, so one adventure later I'm none the worse for wear.