People often accidentally give out my real name email address thinking it's theirs, so I get things like other people's bank statements and other people's medical records reminders and whatever. But recently someone used my email in a way that seriously topped that: someone with my initials is getting married.
And they must've put my email address on the invitations.
I know this because in the last two days I have received emails from five people
rsvping to said wedding, often with effuse comments and details about their kids and whatever. So far I have politely emailed everyone back all "hi you have the wrong email address," but I foresee great naaarghs in the future.... omg I no longer have the skills for this:
Yesterday I spilled a little bit of water on my touchpad and it somehow broke the touchpad buttons. Good: the computer is still under warranty, including warranty for "shit you accidentally break." Bad: I have to wait until at least tomorrow for the parts. And I'm really out of the keyboard-shortcuts habit.... symptoms that make me cranky:
Why are my limbs so heavy and trembly why. I hate summer. (I thought this was some new symptom before I looked at my symptom diary, but as it turns out I had it two summers ago, and possibly last summer, so I have now decided to blame heat and/or humidity instead. Especially since so far it's been worst on the hottest days. Blargh.)... our Voyager rewatch:
I find Admiral Paris very disconcerting every time he shows up on Voyager. And I just realized why: he played Admiral Noyce on Seaquest DSV, which is basically Star Trek underwater (and which has a theme song very similar
to Voyager's). They are sort of the same character! On very similar shows! But with different uniforms. No wonder I find it distracting and weird. ... adorability:
I went to the dog park with t'wings and Rorschach today, where Rorschach decided to try to make friends with a frog
. (I turned the video recorder in my phone on, so that links to t'wing's post with embedded video.) Sadly I didn't pull out my phone in time to get him doing his doggy play bow at the
small very hoppy dog, or to get most of him doing his poke-poke-play-with-me thing, but let me just say it was completely adorable
. And ridiculous. He totally did the same super-exaggerated play bow he does with
small purring fluffy dogs, where he wants to make it really clear
that he is asking to play, because for SOME REASON they sometimes don't realize that he's not planning on eating them. (Usually the cats then box his ears and he goes "oh gosh, they DO want to play! come on, eruthros
, let's go wrestle with them!" And I go "um, no." The frog just sat there, mostly, and hopped desultorily every fifth or sixth time Rorschach poked it.)