Things not to do when you want to sucessfully pick up men:
If you can not do these things, then you’ll probably pull.
Here’s an interesting article for you all:
“The number one thing that correlates with a region’s high-tech success is the concentration of gay people living there.”
[E-Village People from Washingtonpost.com via Metafilter]
Excerpts from a Subterranean Diary:
I’ve been spending a lot of time with Nick H. recently. We went out boozing on Friday night where I (kind of) pulled this air steward bloke, and then I spoke to him on the phone a lot over the weekend about the various things he’d got up to on Saturday night. And then we went out last night to see Bring It On (which was a bloody good film). I might be meeting him after the blogmeet on Friday as well to do the Popstarz experience up in King’s Cross.
My flatmates leave for holiday tomorrow, which leaves me with the flat to myself for a full five or six days. It’s going to be both lovely and slightly disturbing, as I’m in a bit of an isolationist space at the moment. On the one hand I will be able to relax and not have to deal with anyone at all, but on the other hand without someone to force me to talk to people, it is entirely possible that I’ll curl up in my room and not talk to anyone outside work at all. This does not seem to me to be an ideal situation.
Ridiculous quote of the day:
“Hello! You might be eligible to be featured in amiHOTorNOT’s newsletter of the hottest men and women! If you are interested in being featured, please do the following…”
Of course this might have something to do with my personal rating suddenly becoming 9.9 (after a considerable period at a respectable 5), which is so ridiculously improbable (unless there’s some HEAVY weighting going on behind the scenes) that I can only assume that they’ve buggered up their whole site to an absurd degree. Nevertheless, I now know the vague sense of embarrassment that people who really are godly in the sex appeal department must deal with every day…
All I can say is thank god for payday. Mwah. I love you money. Filthy (small) piles of lucre. Mmmmmmm.
In direct refutation of my standard taste in trashy guitar crap, I have decided that I am interested in getting the Dido album (this is the woman who is responsible for the opening credits music to Roswell and for the singy bit in Eminem’s Stan. So I think, “Well this is a bit of a departure – maybe I should check out epinions first.” So I go and find a review and I’m reading it, and it’s actually a pretty good review and then this amazingly huge, spiralling, mixed metaphor appears and I sit their gobsmacked – in awe of the twisted evil genius who could come up with:
“Looking up Dido in Roman mythology, one finds that she was the founder and queen of Carthage. There are several versions of her story but the most famous is the one from the Aeneid in which she falls in love with Aeneas. When he leaves her to continue his journey to Italy, Dido destroys herself on a burning pyre. Well, if that Dido is resurrected from the ashes in the form of this songbird, this is one phoenix whose voice soars on angel’s wings.”
The future used to be all about flying cars, food pills, humanoid robots and faster-than-light travel. Now, it seems, the future is fart-free sheep.
This is a call to arms. Let’s show the world that webloggers are the sexiest bunch of bitches on the planet. Get yourself a picture on amiHOTorNOT.com and then stick the link semi-permanently on your site. Mine’s over on the left. DO YA THINK I’M SEXY!?
I have kept meaning to link to the Mayfly Project over at notosoft.com, but keep getting distracted. The idea is a bloody good one – describe the last year of your life in twenty words. Unfortunately, everyone seems really grumpy about the last year of their lives. My particular entry was no different.