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[eee1313]

First things first: lunaris1013 posted on her LJ that she read that only 1% of women are over 5'10". That seemed really low to her, and it seems low to me as well. Do we just grow girls tall here in the Midwest? Because I know plenty of girls 5'10" or taller. Therefore, I am following in lunaris' lead and am polling you. If you're under the half inch mark, go down to the lower whole, if you're at or above the half inch mark, round up to the next inch. Not necessarily scietific, but hey, too bad.

[Poll #1009884]

Now, on to other things. This weekend was SO BUSY. I'm glad to be at work today where things are (for the time being) relatively quiet.

Friday night after work I rushed home and then hopped in the car to drive up to the North Side with the Scientist. We got to the theater on time to see Serenity, which I still love. Rebecca from work was there with some of her friends, as was tiaralynn and her husband. We all sat near each other, but after the movie the Scientist and I took off in search of food. By the time we ate, went back to my place to get clothing, and drive back to his place in Woodridge, it was nearly 1 a.m. Ugh.

Saturday morning we woke up late (crap!) and hustled to get ready for premarital counselling. Thankfully the church is only a five-minute drive (in bad traffic) from his apartment, so it wasn't an issue. In the end, we were one of three couples there, which was the smallest in church history. I'll go into greater detail on that in a separate filtered post. By the time mass was over, we had been at the church for seven and a half hours. We went home and vegged for a bit, then headed to Heritage Fest in Downers Grove with a bunch of the Scientist's friends. I ate my first corn dog. Tasty! By the time the fireworks were over, we were zonked. We headed home before midnight and promptly passed out.

Sunday I ended up going over to Mom & Dad's. Mom is still up in Michigan, so Dad and I went through a bunch of boxes in the laundry/storage room. I sorted things into three piles: donations, garbage, and stuff for Mom to look through later. Now my job this week is to find shelters in the area that may need clothing and toys, as I told Dad I'd have names for him by next weekend so we can get rid of the donation pile. I talked to Mom for about an hour yesterday, which was nice considering that before she left she was too frazzled to have a conversation.

Things are going better. Mom & Dad went to look at a home for Grandma on Friday, and today Mom is going to call them and see if they have an opening for Grandma. Now that Mom has made a decision to get outside care of Grandma, she seems to be a lot more relaxed. I'm glad. She and Dad have just done so much, and they can't do much more of anything. They're both at their breaking point, and Grandma isn't functioning well right now, anyway. I'm convinced this is the best choice. Please, everyone, keep your fingers crossed that this all works out well.

Work is going to be hella busy this week and next. The client just sent back their committee-approved template design. They basically want it to look like their style, not ours. ::headdesk:: I don't understand why companies say they want us to sell the book under our branding head and then don't like when we transfer the book to our branded style. How did you not see this coming? Sheesh. And of course, I can't just change it, because it has to be approved by Creative Services. Hopefully I'll be able to make the changes ASAP so that I can start working tomorrow, because we have to get this all done by the end of next week. ::double headdesk:: Thank God I'm taking Wednesday off.

Oh, keep your fingers crossed for me that it doesn't rain on Wednesday, as that's the Scientist's 30th birthday and a bunch of us have taken the day off work to go to Great America. Thunderstorms would effectively ruin the day completely, so any good weather mojo you have in you would be appreciated.

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[lunaris1013.livejournal.com]

Actually, I didn't read it. I was channel surfing and stopped on a thing called Worlds Tallest People on Discovery Health. It mostly focused on those with genetic disorders that made them freakishly tall (the shortest adult profiled was a woman who was 6'8"). All I kept thinking about was "my god, where do you people shop?"

[eee1313.livejournal.com]

Daaaaaamn, that is TALL. You know that poor woman must hear "So do you play basketball?" all the freakin' time.

[lunaris1013.livejournal.com]

There was actually a bit in the opening with people all saying "I'm tired of getting asked if I play basketball" and then... the very first guy they profile (7') played college and pro basketball.

[devildoll.livejournal.com]

she read that only 1% of women are over 5'10"

I believe it. I'm not even *that* tall (5' 8" and a hair) and whenever I do things with other women I'm always the tallest in the group. The exception would be hanging out with you, and when I went on vacation with seperis once. Other than that, I'm always the tallest, sometimes by quite a bit, and I sometimes feel like Godzilla, looming over the puny humans.

It seems like most men aren't all that tall, either. Most of my boyfriends haven't been that much taller than I am, though two of them claimed they were 5' 11', which seemed highly unlikely, as they were an inch taller than me at the most.

[eee1313.livejournal.com]

Okay, the next time you come to Chicago you totally have to hang out with me and deeablo. She makes ME look short. For once, you will not feel like a Godzilla amongst puny female humans. You will feel SHORT. Because we are TALL, yo. TALL.

Plus, the next time you pass through, it would be fun to see you again.

[nutmeg3.livejournal.com]

I'm all of 5'2" on a good day, and I'm still taller than my mom and one of my (two) sisters.

::smacks idiot clients and crosses fingers for Wednesday::

[deeablo.livejournal.com]

How's the weather up there?

It's raining. *spits on your head*

And this is damn hilarious.

. . . the "tall" thing is a freakin' pain in the ass.

Of course there are the obvious problems. When I go to the movies, whoever gets stuck behind me sits and swears for two hours. I have permanent twig marks on my forehead from low-hanging branches. And traveling by plane, well. . . . I've had my legs in the air for five hours before, but never while wearing pants.

Being gay makes being tall even worse. Straight guys don't care if their clothes are ugly, or dated, or if they fit like burlap sacks. They go to the Big and Tall store, find a polyester shirt with palm trees on it and purple pleated Dockers, and they're like, "Cool. A new outfit."

They're lucky. They're not heading back to Homoland, where the guys wear Prada and Gucci and spit on folks who shop at Sears. People in Heteroville are accustomed to crap, so they don't chase after you with torches when they spot it. They buy shoes at PayLess, food at Wal Mart, and housewares at Target. They don't clutch their palpitating chests when they see a clothing label that reads "Made in America for Freakish Fred's House of Pituitary Problems."

Here's what straight people say when they see a badly-dressed tall guy: [note from me - this is the same for women, at least in my experience.]

1.) Gosh, he's tall.

2.) I bet his parents are tall.

3.) I wonder if he plays basketball.

Here's their gay equivalent:

1.) Sweet Lord, are those pants from Sears?

2.) That reminds me. I should mail a donation to St. Dymphna's Church for Folks Who Might As Well Just Shoot Themselves.

3.) HeLLOOOO! Halloween is 207 days aWAAAAAY!!!

[eee1313.livejournal.com]

Bwa ha ha ha! Hysterical.

[bdar.livejournal.com]

Kindly discount 1 point from the 5'7 - 5'9 line of your poll. For some bizarre reason, despite my being male, I chose to respond to it.