It's Back!
For months now not a soul has looked at my Onion Personal profile. At first I thought maybe the collective preference of the eligible ladies of San Francisco had swung to the opposite of me*. But soon after my people stopped visiting my profile some of my pictures disappeared, my blurbs went missing, and I stopped coming up on a search of 28 year old males in San Francisco.
Last week I finally figured out that they had turned my profile off. It's odd that it got turned off, and especially odd that I couldn't tell that my profile was turned off until I searched for myself by name. So I turned my profile back on only to discover that I still wasn't getting any traffic. I finally emailed customer service and they told me that people are much less likely to look at my profile if I don't pick a gender.
Seriously? You can't sign up for on an online dating sight without a gender. It won't let you. And on the Onion once you pick a gender you have to email customer service if you want to change it. And still it doesn't occur to them that this might be THEIR fault that I'm a genderless, dateless, person. Jerks. On the bright side I fixed it last night at I've already had two ladies look at my profile.
In other productive news I've just successfully installed a phone in my medicine cabinet. I tried a portable phone, but each room of my apartment is a Faraday cage and the phone would buzz when out of sight of its base. Not to be defeated by this minor setback, I ran a wire behind my couch, behind my fridge, over my kitchen cabinets, down a space between two of them, through the kitchen wall and into the back of my medicine cabinet. It's perfect.
Why would anyone need a phone in the bathroom? I need one there to counter-act everybody's uncanny ability to call me as soon as I sit down on the toilet. Although, now that I have a phone within easy reach of the porcelain department I haven't received a single phone call at home. Coincidence? I think not.**
*A taller than average female with light hair, dark skin, large feet, and an extra testicle.
**I've tested the phones and they still work, so it's not that.
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see! i knew there had to be some explanation that had nothing to do with you....just the universe testing you. and you passed! w00t!
It is a good thing that you had one testicle removed or you would be a taller than average woman with two, count 'em, TWO testicles. There is a silver lining in all things.
my brother has this uncanny ability to call me while HE is on the toilet... or about to be.
i was going to volunteer myself to call you when you were on yours, you know, so we could chat... but then i realized the inherent grossness of that.
do you want me to have my brother call you so you can shoot the...
sorry. bad pun.
about my previous comment: I didn't understand. Forget everything I wrote.
That is all.
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