I think the reason women spend…
I think the reason women spend so much time selecting shoes is that they’re wired to check each other out. They fail to see men don’t care.
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I think the reason women spend so much time selecting shoes is that they’re wired to check each other out. They fail to see men don’t care.
If women can have a range of underwear for different purposes, so can I.
Do they? [~276 KB, MP3] Life becomes more amusing once you’ve reconciled to dying alone.
What is the deal with Japanese women and their need to dress like they’re 20 years younger? Don’t get me wrong, it’s not like I’m complaining about grown up women in schoolgirl costumes; it’s just, what is the deal? Or perhaps, the question ought to be: What is the deal with other women? Why don’t… Continue reading Japanese women
(Not to get into anything technical, but I’m writing this from a new computer. And it’s freakin’ sweet.) By now, you’re actually beginning to have thoughts along the lines of, “Women’s entertainment? Just what sort of woman is this supposed to be entertaining? Can it even be classified as entertainment at all? Who gets paid… Continue reading Women’s entertainment? – III/III
As sick as she is—gross blood-spewing and everything—the wife is still remarkably perceptive; so she soon finds out that he’s cheating on her. And by “remarkably perceptive,” I mean that she’s not blind, and happened to see him ogling over the other chick in public at some point. She’s understandably distraught and soon becomes suicidal.… Continue reading Women’s entertainment? – II/III
On occasion, I’m overly drawn into a program on “Lifetime,” a woman’s entertainment channel. And by “overly drawn into,” I obviously mean that the remote is missing, I’m too lazy to move, and watch whatever is on; even if it’s the Lifetime channel. Yesterday evening was one such occasion. I happened to chance upon a… Continue reading Women’s entertainment? – I/III
I am right here, alive and well. I’ve just been remarkably unmotivated to write (or do anything else, for that matter). Over the past week, I received my new computer. It was very cool, but I managed to find things about it that annoy(ed) me, so I shipped it back to them to have it… Continue reading Of laptops and women
I’ve been trying to type this up for a while, and it’s only now that the pain in my wrists and hands is beginning to subside. I spent way too many hours last night mashing the buttons on my GameCube controller finishing Viewtiful Joe 2 (in extremely soft volume, for those in the audience who… Continue reading Women issues
For any society that isn’t shrouded in a reality distorted by mass media, the notion of “who’s sexy” is primarily tied to what’s most favourable, in terms of sustenance and propagation of the species. Subtle, and not-so-subtle indications of fertility—the large forehead or curvaceous hips, strength—lean muscled arms or the chiseled abdomen, health, being part… Continue reading Curvy women and ripped men
Since I’m having difficulty coming up with topics of conversation—where by “conversation” I mean a scheme where I talk and you listen—I decided to revert to old faithful staples. I begin with a question. Not a rhetorical question, a serious one. Do women intentionally over-sway their hips when they walk? Or is it one of… Continue reading Swaying women, and pee
From the register. Microsoft can roll out countless studies that point out how proprietary software is cheaper and more practical than open source code. But how can Microsoft counter open source software’s ability to make a Japanese woman give birth to a horse in a convenience store? This awesome creative outburst can be experienced here.… Continue reading Japanese women, horses and free software
I’m intending on writing more frequently on the journal after a hiatus of over 10 years. A lot has changed in my life in the interim, and I thought I’d get you up to speed. Personally, I met someone and lived with her for a few years in Oslo. Then, we got married. Then we… Continue reading The bridge entry
So I was out having a drink with some friends this evening. And as the evening progressed our group began to disperse while the bar got more crowded. Anyway, at some point only one of my friends remained, a classically attractive blonde woman. We were catching up and talking about different things, when the empty… Continue reading Twenty-two year olds
Long time readers of my journal are no strangers to the fact that my mood is extremely oscillatory. Much like the colour scheme of this site, my mind is either entirely black or entirely white. I can jump several times an hour or day or week or month from exceptional bliss to extreme depression and… Continue reading Shades of grey