So, this crotchety guy at the BEMF was complaining about cellphones (because a friend of his was having an obnoxious, loud, TMI conversation right in the entry to the exhibition space), which, whatever, everyone does it (although I would guess that this particular cell-phone abusing person would have found some stupid way to create drama around herself even if she were restricted to the use of pay phones, telegrams, or smoke signals; she just seemed like that sort of person).

Anyhow, then he started ripping on the internet, and I Could Not Let That Stand. I said something along the lines of "I think the internet's done me more good than harm and I've made lots of great friends because of it." And he said (and of course you could hear it coming) "They don't count -- they're just virtual friends." And I went off, or rather I would have done if I were the type to go off, but since I'm not I just politely but very firmly corrected him and said that I was hurt that he would speak of my friends that way. Which actually seemed to make a huge impression on him and he apologized profusely, which made me realize I'd gotten a little too serious over this and laugh it all off, and then we had a brief discussion about what kind of friends I had through the internet and who I knew in real life and who I didn't know if real life and why. Anyhow, it was an odd little interaction, but I'm kind of glad it happened.

Also, I went bra shopping, and I have reached the disheartening conclusion that there is no bra made to fit me. No bra, anywhere! I think it's the barrel-chestedness. I need a bra with longer sides.