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October 2006

How to date a geek guy

“I'mI haven't written about my love life in awhile, mostly because I have yet to acquire one. I have been told, though, that people enjoy reading about how I am lonely and destined to die alone and so for you, dear reader, I write about my lamentable loveless live.

Actually, I'm just going to point to How to date a geek guy?, and quote a passage from point #2:

Subtlety and coyness completely fails with geeks; they'll be confused and expect that you're not on Pon Farr or are a nun or something. Where other guys need no provocation, a geek guy has to be brained on the noggin a couple of times, then he'll get the idea.

That is so true it is scary. I do believe I have mentioned before that I don't really pick up on 'signs.' Now, I know some people probably think that I am just saying that and obviously I should be able to tell when someone is interested in me, but not so much. When I was in college, and I had a love life, there are a woman by the name of Fran. Fran was nice enough, but I never thought that she was interested in me and besides I was in a relationship so even if she was it didn't matter. Elisa told me, after the first time that she met Fran, that Fran had a crush on me. Piffle, thought I, she is just a friend. Then a few other people told me the same thing and it dawned on me that they were probably right.

I tell you this story to illumniate the fact that I haven't become any more savvy in regards to women then when I was in college. The only way I can tell that someone is interested in me is either:

  1. They tell me.
  2. Numerous people, indepently, are like, 'Dude she is totally into you.'

Ah, the elaborate dance of life.


Moleskine City Notebooks

MoleskinecitybookI'm a card carrying member of the cult of the Moleskine notebook. Sure, they are over priced and just a tad pretenious, but then again so am I. It is a match made in heaven.

Imagine my glee when I read about the Moleskine City Notebook. It is billed as 'the first guidebook you write yourself,' and has a number of clever features. They are each city specific and feature a map of the city, zone maps, a bunch of note taking space, tabbed pages, and removable sheets (for handing out your phone number, no doubt). At the moment they are available for a number of European cities including:

  • Amsterdam
  • Berlin
  • Dublin (I so want to go to Dublin)
  • Paris

You get the idea. However, starting in the Spring of 2007 US cities will get their very own Moleskine Citybooks. The US cities are:

  • Boston
  • Chicago
  • Los Angeles
  • Miami
  • New York
  • San Francisco
  • Washington

I have been to each of those cities (expect LA) and they have their charms, but where the heck is Philly? Come on! We have the Liberty Bell, Blankbaby Manor, Independence Hall, and cheese steaks! Surely, the Nation's first Capitol deserves a frickin' City Notebook.


On Tuesday nights I turn into a girl

KristenbellI watch the Gilmore Girls, and I have for a long time. I'm not ashamed to admit this, however, it is clear from the commercials that accompany GG (or 'The Girls') that I am not exactly the target market for this show. Sadly, it seems I am now watching another girly show: Veronica Mars.

It is on directly after GG, so the other week I just left the TV on, and now I'm hooked. I used to be so manly (Hey! No laughing at that). Though there is a common theme, both show feature attractive women. I wonder if Kristen Bell is single.. and perhaps just a little desperate?


White House Photo 'blog'

It pleases me to no end when I see 'old media' companies blogging.  The White House Photo of the Day from Time is a great idea.  Have your White House photographer post a photo a day from the stack of shots that she takes but aren't used.  What a great idea!

Too bad it isn't really a blog.  Why not?  Well, it is missing two things that most people take as the baseline for something being considered a blog:

  • Comments (this one is debatable, since many blogs don't have comments.  Gruber, I'm looking at you).
  • No feed.  This one, I'm afraid, I will not budge on.  If you don't have a feed, you have a website not a blog.


30 pounds less of me to love

Modellook
30 pounds in 3 months isn't too shabby at all. I honestly didn't think I would lose any weight since I do like to eat (shocking, I know). However, I enjoy life more than food (it was a close race but life edged out cheese in the final moments) so moderation is the order of the day.

Lots of people have told me that I am looking slimmer, which is a very nice thing to say. I haven't really noticed it myself, but people tell me that makes sense since I see myself all the time. It would seem to me that since I see myself all the time I would be the first person to notice a change, but once again my logic fails me.

I'll tell you how I know this weight lose isn't al in my head: pants. The last few weeks have been a fight between my pants and gravity. Gravity was winning, and it was just a matter of time before I mooned someone important. Therefore, I went to Casual Male whilst I was visiting Glenn to purchase some new pants.

Now, the nice thing about Casual Male, when you are a fat man (besides the fact that they carry clothes that fit you) is that no matter what there will always be someone fatter than you in there. I was minding my own business looking at the XXXL shirts (formerly XXXXL) when I heard some very heavy breathing. I looked up and I saw a dude ask the cashier, 'You don't carry 6XL anymore?' Then more heavy breathing.

Folks, there is a very small segment of the population that I could beat in a foot race, but this guy was one of them. It would seem that 6XL is the most popular size in the store (who knew?).

Anyway, after I was done eavesdropping I took off my pants and tried some others on. Guess what? That's right, my new pants are one size smaller than my old pants (and my belt is a size smaller too).

Wow, that was a long post about needing smaller pants.

Isn't that dude doing the most intense model look ever?