Sidewalk Superheroes

I swear, LA hates me. It only seems to rain on the weekends now, in the slow season, when all my bills are due, my bank account’s overdrawn, and when the only time worth working is on the weekends. Don’t worry LA, I hate you too. Tell your friends. I have been looking for other work on Craigslist, but the pickings are slim, to say the least, and most of the jobs are unpaid intern positions. Right, exactly what I need.

Meh. Anyway, I guess because I haven’t been around this weekend, standing around in the rain like an idiot, Old Boyfriend decided to give me a call yesterday. I was over at my sister’s and my nephew was having a rare cuddly day (he’s usually ridiculously hyperactive), so I wasn’t going to dump him off my lap just to answer my phone. When I did check, I saw that it was OB, leaving his usual message:

“Hi [Batgirl], this is [Old Boyfriend]. Uh, call me back when you get this message. [818] 266-6786. Again, it’s [Old Boyfriend], and my number is [818] 266-6786. Talk to you later.”

Oh, you thought I made a mistake when I posted the number? Nay nay, my friends! I promised that if he kept calling, I would post it all over the Internet and encourage people to harass him so he’d know what it felt like. So have at it. I guess the next time I see him — and really, I never do; I guess he can only lurk and hide and pop out at the most inopportune times like a true stalker — I’ll have to spell it out. I’m not interested, never have been, never will be, and if he calls again he will regret it. I’m sure my dad’s still itching to tear OB a new one, and now that you have his number, you have my permission to call him late at night or early in the morning, do the whole heavy breathing bit, and just make him uncomfortable and miserable in general.

I wouldn’t have this problem if Verizon weren’t such a dick and would let me block numbers. I finally found the block/unblock menu and put his number in, but “no response received” kept coming up. WTF?

Today it rained, which meant no work. Actually, it’s supposed to rain the rest of the week, with the exception of tomorrow, so that’s pretty craptastic. Instead I did my little bit of Christmas shopping, and put on a load of British invasion music and made cookies for the H&H gang. I’d had the idea a few weeks ago, when we were feeling particularly grateful to our favourites and I was trying to figure out a way to say thanks. Money is tight, as it is everywhere else, and I didn’t know anyone well enough to buy them things (I guess buying them the action figure of their character would be a little heavy-handed), so baking cookies always works. I had the idea to do chocolate chip and maybe two other flavours. Storm Trooper said, “Ooh, whatcha making?” and when I named chocolate chip and said, “And maybe something else?” he nicely suggested, “Oatmeal raisin? They’re my favourite.” I loves me some oatmeal raisin cookies, and they will always remind me of my favourite John Lennon impersonator (oh, the stories from that era of my life!), so I said yes. Besides, I’m probably most grateful to him and Vader for letting me work with them whenever I want and letting me in on some of their long-established success, so what they want, they get. Then peanut butter came to mind, and that was that.

Since I don’t have anything new to report, thanks to the crap weather, I’ll instead tell a short but infamous story that I’d mentioned in an earlier post. This is the story of The Bleach Incident.
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