Got another request for a book review. This one's not just some no-name author trying to perk up his or her review count. This one's from Brenda Novak. Technically, it's from her assistant, who said she enjoyed reading my reviews, and could I please review the latest book if she sent me a copy.
:eek!:
Also, in the seriously amusing category: Landlord's dad was over Sunday to hang the curtains they got him for christmas. Since Landlord is blind, I was the eyes, and made sure things were level and even and whatnot. Later, dad's gone and we're hanging pictures in the game room, and out of the blue I say to Rick, "Your dad's a sub. Maybe not in his work, but with home-related stuff." Silence for a moment. "You know, that explains a whole lot about a lot of things." Conversation passes to other things, and another friend comes up in the conversation about getting on Medicare versus paying COBRA premiums. They're talking about the best way to get K to go through the information and get signed up (he'll be 66 in March), and again, apropos of nothing, I say, "Kent's definitely a sub. If you want him to do something, you have to tell him what he needs to do and just keep telling him until it's all done."
So Landlord decides that we should find a way to start a dating service, where part of the inflow process is to sit and have a conversation or several with me, so that I can determine where in the spectrum someone lies, thus matching them up with their proper complement. I got to imagining the ads for such a service and just giggled madly for a few minutes. Me, who hasn't dated in well over two decades, matching people up based on a BDSM profile I make up in my head. :snicker:
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