And now, rather than a post about me, we’ll do a survey (that I stole from Perpstu) with Eddie as the subject.

• What is his name? Edward Neal John Lamborghini Countache McBride
• Who eats more? Definitely him
• Who said I love you first? I’m pretty sure it was me.
• Who is taller? He’s got about a foot over me
• Who drives most when you are together? He does. I try not to freak out too much.
• Who’s more sensitive? Depends on the situation.
• Who does the laundry? He does.
• Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? I do, because it’s against the wall and I like it there. When he first moved down we slept on the opposite sides and weren’t comfy at all so we switched. We once tried to switch sides again for some reason, and it just didn’t work.
• Who pays the bills? I do. I tend to manage the money better.
• Who cooks more? He cooks more than I do, but I bake more, and I’m in charge of making pancakes on pancake-egg-bacon night.
• Who is more stubborn? That could be a tie. I’m sure he could be just as stubborn as I am if he didn’t give in just to please me.
• Who is the first to admit they are wrong? He is, please see above for reasons….
• Who has more siblings? I do, since he’s an only child.
• Who wears the pants? My mother.
• What do you like to do together? Movies, WoW, snuggling on the couch, eating out.
• Who eats more sweets? I do. He doesn’t have much of a sweet tooth.
• Guilty pleasures? Cheesy movies.
• How did you meet? I saw his picture on Livejournal in the comments of a post made by a mutual friend. I thought he was hot, so I friended him.
• Who asked whom out first? since we met online, we never asked each other on a date. I told him how I felt about him first though.
• Who kissed first? I’m pretty sure that was me.
• Who proposed? He did, 3 times actually. Once over AIM, once by phone, and once in person while watching Monty Python and the Holy Grail.
• His best features and qualities? I find him incredibly cute, hot, funny, sexy, geeky, dorky, handsome, and sensitive all in one big package. He’s got the type of sense of humor that made him fit right in with my family, and he deals with my insanity when he has to.

Robin made a post on her site today - not even an entire post, just a bullet in one of her lists - saying how bored she was with Plurk. Eddie and I were talking about it this morning and he and Robin were commenting back and forth about it as well, and we’re also a little disenchanted with the site. It’s got a funky linear time line and threaded comments, which makes it easier for me to follow than Twitter, but it’s terribly cliquish over there and I’ll probably be using it less and less.

Like any sort of social networking site, Plurk’s also got a fair share of drama; I can think of at least 1 user who has a thing for stirring up the shit, deleting her account, and recreating a new profile and persona to do the same thing. There’s another person who is one of those people who just feels the need to turn every single thing into a sexual innuendo and flirting with anyone who has “male” in their profile. Someone else garnered a bunch of comments because she felt someone was “abusing” the ability to make posts private and didn’t feel that the items being made private warranted being private in the first place.

Unless Socialthing ends up doing more with Plurk, I’ll probably remove Plurk from my feed, simply because it does nothing but show me what I’ve posted. Completely pointless; I know what I posted, since I posted it to Twitter and Facebook in addition to Plurk, and both of those services actually show me more info on my stream. I can’t read replies on there, so if I want to actually keep track of things on both sites, I need two tabs open in Firefox. As Eddie can attest, I usually have about 8 tabs open all the time, between Google Reader, LiveJournal, links that blogs have pointed me towards, and whatever random thing I might be obsessing over this week. I don’t want to have anything open that I don’t have to, which is why I like Socialthing in the first place.

If you’re not part of the in crowd, you don’t get comments to anything that you post. You can post a lot and comment on other people’s plurks, but you may as well be doing nothing at all because these people aren’t going to bother giving you even the most cursory of glances. And if you make a post about how no one is commenting on your things, someone else will be all passive aggressive about it and make a post of their own complaining about people who complain about not getting comments. Let’s face it, most people who write things want to get some sort of comments, even if we’re just posting about stuff that goes on in our everyday life.

I’ll admit that I’m not the greatest when it comes to commenting, but I do try to post comments on things if I’ve got something to add, and this has gotten a lot better since I set up Google Reader to allow me to do it right from my feed screen. However, the blogs that I make comments on are better for actually having a “conversation” with other readers than Plurk is in my opinion, because it’s quality stuff and not just the “me too” mentality that Plurk seems to have a lot of. And I’ll take quality over quantity any day.

Apparently my last post touched a nerve, as my Livejournal was bombarded with comments about my lack of maturity, how I must not know what it’s like to “loose” someone, how no one will ever take me seriously with an icon that’s a picture of two unicorns humping, how I should use my LJ for things that matter (this is a personal Livejournal, for fuck’s sake, nothing on it matters), and how evil I am for wishing that bad actors with nothing to offer would die instead of young actors with assloads of potential. All anonymous, naturally, with the exception of one user who may as well been since she was an empty LJ to begin with. Some people just take shit way, way too seriously.

Work’s been uneventful. We’ve had scores of people who just don’t seem to understand that eventually you reach an age where you are expected to do things for yourself, and whining “how am I supposed to know what my insurance deductible is?” will not garner any pity from the pharmacy staff, regardless of your age. It’s not my job to know the deductibles for the seemingly millions of different insurance plans available to people in the US. I understand that they send you a metric fuckton of paperwork when you sign up, and we don’t expect you to sit down by the fire with your pipe and a scotch and read the whole thing in one sitting, but you really should have a fucking clue about the very basics your plan offers. We’ve have Cipro and Cialis flying off the shelves, so I’m guessing that people are sick or horny, or both. Some strange woman came in last week and spotted my pentacle necklace and fired off a “merry meet” like it was some sort of pagan secret handshake, and that amused me for the rest of the night. And we’ve had the regular assorted crazies trying to get refills on their pain killers and psych meds a week too early.

Found on a pregnancy-related Livejournal community tonight:

Is there anything else that makes you think you’re pregnant? This is kind of weird, buut, some semen got on my hand, I washed my hand with soap and water, ten minutes later my hand came in contact with my vagina. Also, I have been having crazy stomach aches and feel really pukey, but mostly at night, but it could be nerves.

*bangs head on desk*

While I give her credit for actually using a condom, I still firmly believe that you should keep your legs crossed and stop fucking if you can’t be bothered to figure out how things work.

I woke up out of a dead sleep to post a snarky comment on a Livejournal community post that had apparently been driving me crazy all night while I was sleeping. So now I’m awake for a little while, and battling a bit of a stomach ache as well. Hopefully once I go back to bed it goes away.

It’s Thursday, and for the first time in months it’s also Survivor night here at Casa McBride. Eddie and I will probably pick out two people we think will make it to the final 4, and whichever of us wins gets taken out to dinner by the other one. So far neither of us has actually won one of these bets. Oh, and it’s pizza night for us as well, although I’m not sure how well that will go over. Now that we’re not getting home at 7:30pm, and since I seem to be on a set eating schedule lately (who’d have thought that would ever happen?), I know that if I don’t eat by 7pm I’m going to end up with a headache. Unless I decide to change what time I eat lunch, which is a good plan.

*sigh*

I should go back to bed. Eddie will be up soon, and as much as I’d like to see him before he goes to work, I know that I’ll never get to sleep if I chat with him. I’ll just hope that he stops by the bedroom to give me a kiss before he leaves for wor.