from the Dept. of Irritations

Irritation #1: Killed half an hour in PCC yesterday waiting for my debit card to be unblocked. All those donations I attempted yesterday? Flagged as suspicious activity. The robot that called me said everything was hunky dory after I said the activity was legit, but as everyone who works in the tech industry knows, sometimes robots lie. Silver lining: while I was on the phone, the credit union dude clued me into a savings account with higher interest. Them what has, gets.

Irritation #2: LiveJournal is, as a company whose servers are now entirely within Russia, complying with Russia's homo- and transphobic laws that censor blogs, and various other creepy shit. Yeah, I agreed to their stupid TOS, but only to say this:

IF YOU'RE READING THIS, LEAVE LJ FOR DREAMWIDTH NOW and please tell me what your username over there is.

There are still a few more people I'd like to see over there who haven't migrated, but I'm going to delete my LJ in about 24 hours.

Girl 'roids work their magic?

I was making spaghetti for m'boy (which he chose in favor of going out!) the night before last when the inevitable, given that I've been on estradiol for seven years, finally happened: I couldn't open the jar of spaghetti sauce.* Luckily for me, thanks to the... coziness of my lake place, the cabinet with the vise** in it is just outside the kitchen. Problem solved.

What I find remarkable is that it took this long. I was beginning to wonder if it would ever happen.



*Hey, I added a pound of ground beef, chopped bell pepper, chopped fresh basil, and minced fresh garlic. It wasn't a totally pre-packaged meal.
**It used to live in the garage back in the bad old days when I had one. These days I use it for circumflatulation.