Where the hell do people get off demanding others to turn over their Facebook user names and passwords?  This is a violation of privacy in one of the grossest forms.

I’m sorry, but if I apply for a job and they demand access to my private Facebook information, they can kiss my ass.  A company that willfully disregards the rights of its employees is not a company that I want to work for.

Facebook is part of your personal life.  I don’t see corporations following these people home to see how their home life is, or wanting to read the text messages on their phone.  Perhaps they would like to see how applicants’ sex lives are?  Because, really, should they be employing sado-masochists??  Is that really conducive to a teambuilding corporate atmosphere?

I’m all for criminal background checks.  If you’ve been charged with a crime, that is no longer your personal life, but public life.  I can understand credit checks (only for companies having to do with finance…otherwise it seems pointless).  But companies have no need or right to prod into your personal life.

(This is, of course, assuming you don’t already grant public access on your Facebook page.  If you do, stop that.  Also, I don’t want people trying to jump down my throat saying “if you put it on Facebook, you have no expectation of privacy.”  There is a big difference between an idiot leaving their embarrassing photos for all the world to see and someone demanding access to my account to view every last detail that I have kept from being public for a reason.)

Know your rights.  Giving others password information or allowing someone, other than yourself, to access your account is a violation of Facebook’s terms of use that you agreed to when you created your account.  Tell anyone who may want this information that they should be ashamed of themselves.

Then offer them a sex tape.

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Periodically I look through them and almost want to approve them so that others can see their ridiculousness.  That would be a bad idea.  I can, however, copy and paste snippets of them here.

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Yesterday Mr. W and I had a Lazy Sunday.  It was perfect.  The weather was cooler, and we were able to open all of the windows.  After lunch we laid in bed and looked out the window and talked until we nodded off and then took short naps.  We stayed in pajamas all day and played Team Fortress 2 and the Lord of the Rings LCG [living card game, as opposed to collectible card game].

I am still learning the ins and outs of Team Fortress 2, but am really enjoying playing as an Engineer.  I also get the most kills that way, because the sentry gun I build has much better aim than I do.  My ultimate kill record, prior to playing the engineer, was 1.  Now it is at least double digits.  That has to count for something.  My number 2 class for kills is Medic [with 2 kills], which is just all kinds of wrong.

Speaking of all kinds of wrong, this morning I put a bug in my eye.  Not on purpose, of course.

I had just woken up and was putting in my contacts.  I got the right one in and immediate, excruciating pain flashed through my eye.  I removed the contact quickly and let me eye water to flush it.  I looked at the contact to see if there was a hair or dirt on it or something [which is usually the case when it makes my eye hurt] and a dead bug was on it.  A small, winged, gnat-like monstrosity.  So gross.  My eye still hurt like hell, much worse than when you get dirt in there.  I flushed it for a good ten minutes with saline and just let it water until the pain started subsiding.

How did this even happen?  How did a bug get on my contact lens?  How did I put it IN MY FREAKING EYE?  Eighteen years of wearing contacts and that is definitely a first.  A disgusting, painful first.

This makes me think of the phrase, “here’s mud in your eye”.  What the hell is that all about?  People say it as they toast, but who in their right mind would toast to that?  I would imagine that mud in your eye is right up there, pain-wise, with having a bug in your eye, and there is no way I would have made a toast this morning.

I Googled the expression and found that it could have come from two possible sources:
1. The speaker is really congratulating himself, for the saying comes from the world of horse racing where the winning horse will kick mud into the eyes of those following.
2. [Biblical Origin] When Jesus spat in the dirt and rubbed the mud into they eye of a blind man, which healed the man’s sight.  So they are toasting the drink’s restorative properties.

Either way, I’m not saying it.  My eye still hurts from the bug.

Winter is a magical time of snow, toy-making elves, and weight gain [if you are me].  Mr. W attributes winter weight to my being German, and I’m not going to argue with him as that sounds a hell of a lot better than “I’m a lazy ass who eats too much chocolate.”  I’m not the most active person typically.  I have a desk job and my primary hobbies are: reading, playing video games, playing table-top RPG games, and watching movies.  I got sedentary action going on.  I think winter compounds the problem, as my general attitude is “It’s too damn cold to: take a walk/get out of bed/move.”

So anyway, it isn’t winter anymore, and I need to get my bikini body back.  And by “bikini body”, I mean “lose some weight but there’s still no way in hell you’d catch my body in a bikini”.  This means raising the activity level.  Work has also recently slowed down, allowing me time to work out in our company gym.  So I’ve been trying to go there every day for some elliptical fun [term used loosely]!  Also, when Mr. W doesn’t pick me up from work I am walking home from the train station instead of taking the bus (about 1.5ish miles).  And Mr. W and I are taking walks when it is nice out.

But I wanted something more to do at home because I still kind of felt like a lazy blob.  So I went on Amazon and looked at exercise videos that I could instantly download.  I looked for ones that had the highest ratings, and I read reviews.  I bought one of The Biggest Loser ones because it looked pretty promising.  That might seem silly to you, and that’s okay.  I’ve never watched the show and know nothing about any of the people on it, but it had hundreds of four and five-star reviews.

Another thing I liked about it is, if you buy the three or four different chapters, you have several complete workouts in varying degrees of difficulty.  I figured, once I master the first one, I can just move on without buying a new workout!  I do not see myself mastering this workout any time soon.  The first workout is entitled “Low Intensity Cardio” but should really be called “Squat ‘Til You Die”.

I did it for the first time on Friday.  My quads were killing me the rest of the evening, but I was a-okay come Saturday morning.  Encouraged from my rapid rebound, I did it again on Sunday.  And I have to say, I think there is some kind of cruel joke going on.  You try a new workout and your body is all, “Oh yeah, bring it.  I feel great!  Can’t wait to do this again!!” So you do it again and your body is like, “Haha, syke!  How do you like pain, Stupid Head?!”

I don’t think there is a muscle in my body that does not hurt.  Except perhaps those in my fingers, which is how I am still able to type this.  Going to do it again on Wednesday though–I must not succumb to the will of my quads.  They will squat, dammit, like they’ve never squatted before.

Growing up [hell, for most of my life] I have battled acne.  And not the occasional, “Oh I have a final and now there is a zit on my nose!” kind of acne–the “Oh dear lord, what has happened to that child’s face?!” acne.  It was pretty humiliating.  And it’s something that I still struggle with today, though I am aided significantly by the medicine prescribed me by my very own older, blacker, and more dermatologically-inclined version of Mr. Rogers.

My mom was always trying to find something that could help my unfortunate skin, but nothing was able to tackle it.  Then one day we discovered Proactiv.  I had never tried the stuff, but damned if those teens in the commercials weren’t clear-skinned and bushy-tailed.  My mom purchased the stuff and happily I ran to the bathroom to let the magical acne purging begin.

I went to bed that night, full of childish excitement, and anticipated the clear skin that I would see before me come morn.  However, the next morning I learned a very important lesson.  That lesson was that I was allergic to benzoyl peroxide, which just happens to be the main ingredient in most of your stronger acne medications, Proactiv included.

So instead of this:

I woke up to this:

Only angrier:

Burning, itchy, and painful skin.  I wanted to scrape all of the skin off of my face, but couldn’t bear to touch it without crying from the pain.  Not a pleasant experience.  Fortunately this happened on the weekend, so I could hide away from everyone until the angry skin peeled off!

Just kidding.  This happened on a Monday.  Thanks for the embarrassing memories, Proactiv!

But it did clear up my acne.