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Exciting times at the old homestead. *cough*

We finally reassembled the closet shelf that fell down when I tried to hang my clothes on it. They put that wire Closetmaid stuff in all the apartments here, and let's just say that the construction was pretty shoddy (the braces that were supposed to hold the shelf up were screwed directly into the drywall, without anything to keep them from coming right back out). So we (by which I mean "Chris") overengineered a solution to allow me to hang my damn clothes up without ripping fixtures out of the wall. I really don't think I have that many clothes that it should've been a problem. Guess all that velvet is heavier than I thought. Just more inspiration to go through my closet and bag up a bunch of stuff that either I haven't worn in way too long or I'll never fit into again for Goodwill.

I just sent my resume off to a staffing company for a 4-week HTML coding gig. I suspect the response will be "you're way overqualified for this" (because, frankly, I am), and even if not I suspect the pay rate will be fairly low. But low pay is better than no pay.

I also got mail from guru.com with an invitation to bid on a project. I can tell it's not from a headhunter, as the project involves doing something I've actually done before. ;) I'll have to take a look at it, but my Cold Fusion skills are pretty atrophied at this point.

Perhaps today I'll go to the maul and see if I can find one interview-appropriate outfit. I have nice business clothes and suits and such, but they're all from at least two sizes ago. =( That's it. Maul and then go to the gym to work off the frustration of trying to find something in my size that looks nice. Ugh. Of course going to the gym implies that my toe is healed up enough that I can put on my gym shoes without wincing in pain.

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Coding job got filled already. Oh well.

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[brought on by reading the "crying babies" thread on alt.fashion, which is turning into childfree vs. parents]

I used to read alt.support.childfree. Unfortunately I found it to be way too full of bitter, cranky people who seem totally unable to deal with the fact that if you leave your house, you're likely to have to acknowledge that children exist. Why is it that you can bitch to high heaven about how offensive it is that "breeders" (no, not an offensive term at all *cough*) keep hassling you about not having children, yet you can make really nasty comments about their reproductive choices? Tried a killfile for the most vitriolic, and it got really quiet really fast. I eventually gave up. For some reason though, it seems like no matter where I look, that's par for the course. There are some rational people, but they seem to be overwhelmed by "Oh god, I had to go to the grocery store today and this stupid toddler had the nerve to actually look at me across the aisle; its trailer-trash breeder mother needs to keep her sprogs on a leash."

I don't want to have any children of my own. I have absolutely no patience for crying infants and screaming tots, and thus I choose not to have any. My maternal instinct is pretty low, if not maybe non-existent. But I don't think that somehow entitles me to rant about how everyone who chooses to have children must not have the brains ghod gave a cow. Do I think a lot fewer people should be parents? Definitely. I think there are people who put less thought into what having a child means than they do what they're going to order from the Chinese take-out place. But there are plenty of good parents out there, who have taken the time to think about the sacrifices they have to make and gone ahead with the kids anyway. If you don't want to have kids, then don't. But chill the f*ck out and learn to deal with the fact that not everyone who has kids is a "trailer trash breeder", not everyone who has children lets them shriek their fool heads off in public and never disciplines them. (Although I'm so with you on the ones who DO let their kids run wild through the stores and kick the backs of seats for 45 minutes uninterrupted and scream their fool heads off for half an hour straight in nice restaurants.)