This is the kind of thing I think about ALL THE TIME. Oh, goody: a soul mate!
via Defamer
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Monthly Archives: July 2007
quiz: what colour should your toenails be?
Yep, another spookily accurate one. Wow, is this guy stalking me? Kool: haven’t had a stalker in ages!
Your Toes Should Be Blue |
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Your ideal guy: Zany, hilarious, and totally unpredictable. Stay away from: Anyone who has to get up for work in the morning |
What Color Should Your Toenails Be?
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l8er
Had a great time last night. As far as I can tell.
Phoebie‘s right: the good stuff doesn’t hurt as much the next day.
But still…
Posting will be light today. Enjoy the raincoaster randomizer in the top right-hand corner of the blog if you get bored.
All Star Hooker Sting
Ah, baseball.
Sport of the gods. Oh, don’t let those Buddhists fool you: the gods are highly competitive. The Norse vs the Blackfoot, the Aztec vs the Animist. And now that nobody actually worships them in any meaningful way, they have sublimated their divine battles into the true sport of the gods (sport of kings eat your heart out): baseball.
And guess what? As always happens when the divine attempts to work itself out in thes sphere of the mundane, things got weird.
The biggest hooker sting since the last Republican convention took place in non-accidental conjunction with the All-Star game.
Law enforcement officials said Monday that 131 people were arrested in a prostitution and child exploitation sting between July 6 and July 12 in conjunction with the Major League Baseball All-Star game in San Francisco.
Oakland police spokesman Roland Holmgren said the sting was conducted because “a significant number” of Oakland-based prostitutes ply their trade at high profile events such as baseball all-star games, pro football’s Super Bowl and the Hot August Nights festivities in Reno every summer.
Yep, the game of champions. George Will has a lot of ‘splainin’ to do!
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everything I need to know I learned from Ferris Bueller’s Day Off
Well, it’s true. The problem is, I’m a chick, so instead of learning from Mia Sara‘s insipid bimbette, I learned from the master. I learned from Ferris.
So, of course, I’m still single.
Oh, I attract my fair share of men. I attract more than my fair share of men who, while technically men, aren’t actually men in any real sense. See my posts on zeta males for the passive-aggressive response thereto. I attract men who are to Mia Sara as I am to Ferris Bueller.
And this is why I am still single.
Hey, why is the Groucho Club in London in the first place? I mean, was he a regular? Was he a citizen? Was he even “a bloody foreigner” who hung out there and presumably dazzled their women with his superior orthodontistry?
You have to ask these things. If you’re me. And me still single…imagine!
In any case, here is a lovely article from Australia’s Sydney Morning Herald on the life lessons in the great American masterpiece Ferris Bueller’s Day Off. This is all ye know and all ye need to know.
From the Sydney Morning Herald:
As the school secretary points out, “the sportos, the motorheads, geeks, sluts, bloods, waistoids, dweebies, dickheads – they all adore Ferris. They think he’s a righteous dude,” and I’d have to agree.
Ferris Bueller pretty much embodies everything I believe a man should be: a little dangerous, immensely charming, funny, an optimist, adventurous, challenging, a bit dodgy, curious, subversive, latitudinarian and a dab hand with the sheilas.
Anyway, what follows took far longer to produce than it looks, so please read on and discover the secret to life according to Ferris…
And when you do, tell it to the men who are asking me out.
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