Girls

One of the things I pride myself on is my balance of relationships with men and women. Generally, this balance leads me to understand relationships between guys and other girls. One of the things that I've noticed is so different between the sexes are females' uncanny ability to analyze every single interaction that they have with a love interest. What is it that moves us to take on such a time-consuming endeavor? One of my housemates bores or annoys me constantly about her attempts at relationships so I need a justification of this behavior so I can accept it easier. I don't need the answer to, just an answer. Since Biology is so much fun, I'm using it for my femanalyzing hypothesis:

Mr. Butler taught me that put in the simplest of scientific concept, the purpose of life is to reproduce. As we all know, human females carry a huge majority of the responsibility of the reproductive process and the extended length of motherhood requires them to be extremely invested in their young. Ladies know that having an equally invested man helping raise the children is the best case scenario, but men just want to biologically plant as many seeds in as many places as possible. Therefore, women have always had to discern the nature of a love interest before mating and I guess we've evolved into focusing our brains' analytical power on figuring out how invested a guy would be in raising your offspring.

the Easy Mac salute

If anyone finds out why microwaved mac and cheese noodles all turn the same direction let me know immediately.



kthanks

Bye Bye Bye

I've noticed a trend lately with myself, and my friends where goodbye just isn't good enough. I think this sign off phenomena started with the famous/inspiring "Good night, and good luck" and has ended to my recent personal favorite (compliments of Sean McKeithan) Tootles Poodles!

Maybe Reality TV has everyone wishing/believing that their life is like, sooo made for TV that we all go around leaving our 'viewers' wanting more with that last little hook thrown in before departures, hanging up, or logging off. Some folks have their trusty 'out phrase' while others assign goodbyes like ringtones to certain peeps. There are few who use their bodies but aside from blown kisses, the stiff-arm Heisman, and the all-American peace out, I feel like body language is reserved for the other end of the conversation....its an attention thing.

The bold ones are still fighting the battle against the boundaries of language to go as far as to make up new words to never repeat themselves.

What's your sign-off?

POM

Just like you can't say bomb on an airplane, POM is officially banned from our house. Last night in a hyperactive frenzy of ridiculousness a handful of my roomies, a +1 and I decided that pomegranate seeds were more fun to explode than eat because of those bitty bitter seeds infecting the center of each bubble of juicy goodness, ERGO we attacked some foam board like a gaggle of ninja baseketball players and the result was both real ultimate glory that now hangs on our wall and real ultimate horror that took 2 hours to clean off our counters and floor.


Across the board of participants, the verdict is.....WORTH IT--- POM POM POM, POM POM POMPOM, POM POMPOMPOM POMPOM POM POMPOM.

Tengu

There has been some buzz around a wee computer friend that has an awkward ability to lip-sync with his trendy LED face. Slap punk princess wig on our new plastic buddy and TENGU is a spitting image of our gracefully aging plastic friend Ashlee.


But back here in reality, its a sad day when people get bored enough at a computer to need a $58 Simpson jr. jr. tethered up usb style to entertain them especially if the bitty dude lives up to his name and turns out to be one of the legendary mountain goblins of Japan!!!