The true test of a relationship.
I’ve been thinking about cohabitation, and how my sister is thinking about moving in with her fiancé before they get married. I remember that she once told me that the real test of a relationship is being able to admit you poo. If you can discuss your bowels with a person, you know they’re a keeper. (That’s her theory, anyway.) Well, I think I’ve discovered another test: the application of panty hose. Guys see girls in stockings and think only of the sexy end result. They have no idea what kinds of calisthenics are necessary for the average woman to squeeze her thighs into those torture devices. Not only are they extremely slippery, they’re also fragile and expensive so you’re constantly worrying that you’re going to tear the damn things. All mystery is removed. If a guy can watch you spend ten minutes struggling with an undergarment and still tell you you look great afterwards (as the Snook did with me), you might as well get married.

Any other tests you can think of? I know for a lot of girls it’s letting the guy see them without any make-up (not a problem in my case). Informing a guy of your menstrual cycle can also be a pretty big step. In junior high I couldn’t even eat in front of a boy that I liked. (Again, not an issue nowadays.) What have been your big relationship milestones?

Got a baby? Trixie Tracker is now available from the folks that brought you The Trixie Update. I wonder if I could use it for my cat…

Worldvision Famine 2004 is over!
Thanks to everyone who supported me and donated this year. The hunger itself was pretty manageable, but I didn’t expect the massive headache that went along with it. My various food addictions are stronger than I thought! I made the mistake of having a big night out with my co-workers Friday night and then I stayed up way too late watching the royal wedding. Hangovers are hard to dispel without a good greasy fry-up (especially when your better half is eating one in front of you). Saturday night was the worst. Sunday morning I felt pretty good, actually, but by the time 3:00 rolled around I was literally drooling. We headed to Glebe and ended up at Cafe Otto, where my plan to eat spaghetti faded in the face of their massive hamburgers (complete with beetroot, bacon, and a fried egg). It was positively orgasmic. Anyway, the Snook helped me make a little film to document the whole Famine experience. You can download it here (6 MB – Quicktime). I don’t know if it’s just lingering starvation euphoria but I think it’s the funniest thing ever. Enjoy!

PS – What’s up with me and the ‘thumbs-up’? I do it in every shot! I really had no idea. Do I do that all the time? It makes me look like an idiot!

Harry is hot.

Congratulations to Amy (Barker) on getting her dream library job and escaping the world of retail. You give the rest of us corporate drones hope!

Status Update: Twenty-two hours down. I’ve got a headache (mostly from the hunger, although the hangover from last night didn’t help). I’ve watched five hours of I, Claudius and knitted two stripes on a scarf. I’m going insaaaaaaaaaane.

That’s it! Final meal is completed. The Famine will run from 11pm Friday til 3pm Sunday. Here we go…

Holy crap. I just walked around my office getting final pledges for the Famine and managed to raise another $130! Thank you so much to everyone who’s sponsored me. I’m just about to head off for my final meal, and the forty-hour countdown will start immediately afterwards. There’s still time to pledge if you’re feeling generous! I’ll probably spend the bulk of the weekend sitting on my ass and knitting (to conserve energy, of course), so you should be able to watch my hunger pangs live on CouchCam.

Movable Type has changed its licensing and pricing structure and it looks like the shite has really hit the fan. I’ll admit to a small feeling of smugness at having run my own custom-built system for three years now.