South San Francisco and Daly City are both still good on public transport, with the added benefit of having a bus to Pacifica.
South San Francisco and Daly City are both still good on public transport, with the added benefit of having a bus to Pacifica.
Yaaaaaay exciting!
If you can swing it, live outside of but still relatively close to the city (public transport via BART is a good way to go). It'll be slightly cheaper, but I think the gentrification of a lot of San Francisco has made it a Place to Work and a Place to Partay, with a sort of "meh" taste when it comes…
My favorite was The Sounds. Maja Ivarsson is this tiny little blink of a woman, but her presence is so huge. She killed the set, then came back out and did an encore that was almost as long as the show (so ... two hours total?)
OMG. A non-spoiler spoiler: The end of season one is the most satisfyingly unsatisfying ending to a series that I've seen. LOVED IT.
No advice beyond the basics: Be nice, smile a lot, try to engage with his family / friends without being over eager. All the good vibes!
OOOOOOOOOOHHHH. I apparently have horrible taste in men, and thus have some doozies.
The biggest, baddest was my daughter's dad. Part of what makes it so awful is that he's genuinely good at his core, he's just so dumb sometimes. I would never tell my daughter this, but LORD does that man make stupid decisions. To…
Boooo for break ups, but at least he sounds like he was genuine?
I'm in the same boat re: dating (or more specifically the hatred of dating) and I've pretty much resigned myself to hanging out with my dog until after the holiday madness is over.
I'm also going to lurk here for answers.
And anyone: How do I get my friggin avatar to change? I've tried over a dozen different photos and it still won't go. Just sits there loading and loading and loading...
I am just having a blergh day. I less than a week, I go in for a chest MRI to check in on the maybe-cancer lurking in my boobs (more on that story here). Normally I'm pretty good at stepping back, acknowledging the situation, refocusing, and moving on with my day, but today has been sucky. I'm not even thirty. I'm…
Most important revelation of this DirtBag: BURT'S BACK!
Came here to say this. Gina Torres IS Wonder Woman, ya'll - she just wears her alter ego as a badass actress most of the time.
This exactly. My doctors are pretty good at focusing on the social aspect of it versus the "You're Weird" (for lack of better) aspect, but I do wonder what's common and what's a personal quirk.
It's something my family members do as well, to a lesser extent. Maybe there's something about Asperger's that amplifies the tendency to re-name things? I'm just glad my friends & family find it endearing, and my teachers know me well enough to (nicely) joke about trying to figure out what the hell I'm talking about.
Kinda sorta. I think I just have a tendency to give things weird, weird names, like calling the remote control a 'flitchense' for absolutely no discernible reason. Other things, like calling the teapot a stoner, make sense with some thought (because the teapot is stoneware and we live in a community with a large…
Off topic, but I'm curious:
I have Asperger's as well, and I find that I give a lot of things nicknames that make sense in my world. Like, I've called 'normal' people "Nermals" since before I can remember, and to my family/teachers it made sense (even before I was labeled) because I read Garfield religiously and found…
I think part of the reason there are so many evils in the world today can partially be attributed to a lack of deely boppers. True story.
MiniPhantom enthusiastically reminds me on the regular that if I ever get married, she will be my flower girl - even if she's "16 and all grown up" (she's 3).
She also outlines her outfit, which varies but recently consisted of:
- Sparkly pink cowgirl boots
- Wings (also sparkly)
- Her favorite, giant, leopard print &…
Unfortunately they're pretty damn similar to regular pens. I would just go the safe route and be wary of pens near your business?
I would rather receive a little bottle of Red Label and a "well done", personally.
Going to the gyno is just... I'm not a fan.
These make me incredibly thankful that my "worst" bosses were just incompetent. Infuriatingly, slam-face-against-the-wall stupid, but not evil.