Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Um, yeah

"...men chat less than females and struggle to express their emotions to the same extent...the area responsible for sexual thoughts is twice as big in male brains."

Why is this news? I can't believe people have jobs telling other people what they already know, and that money is spent researching topics and facts that are pretty much universally accepted.

You'd think that money could be better spent on finding out new facts and discoveries rather than continuing to prove and re-prove stuff that no one argues.

Best Song Ever?

As you probably know by now, Britney has finally dumped her trailer-trash husband and is seeking a return to her rightful place atop the pop scene.

And what better person to turn to than the current pop star turning heads with her fabulous skills as a musician and artist? I'm talking, of course, about Paris Hilton.

Yes, it's true! Paris and Britney have become fast friends and have been spotted everywhere together since the divorce announcement. Can you just imagine the incredible songs that these two could record together? I'm not sure if the world is ready for it. I, for one, eagerly await the duet.

In other pop news, Veronica Mars (the best show on television) has been extended to a full season (although for some reason, "full" this year means 20 episodes instead of 22). If you haven't seen it yet, you're really missing out. Tuesdays on the CW at 8pm.

Sunday, November 26, 2006

Creepy

My sister said her relationship with her boyfriend is very similar to my parents' relationship.

She also said her boyfriend is very similar to our dad (in terms of personality, interests, etc).

If I ever get into a serious relationship (and that's a pretty big if), I really hope it's not with someone like my mom.
But as Eminem so eloquently put it: "They say that every man grows up to marry his own mother/Which would explain why you're such a motherfucking bitch." Well, I wouldn't go that far in describing my own mother, but I definitely don't need another one of her in my life. One is more than enough.

The rest of the Thanksgiving break was pretty much as I expected: mostly uneventful and demoralizing with the exception of a carpet-ripping afternoon at my uncle's townhouse (half of his basement flooded due to a leaky toilet).

Sunday, November 19, 2006

Karaoke and Moving (on the same day!)

Helped a friend move into a new apartment yesterday. I realized how much of a snotty, pretentious person I've become when we pulled up to the place and the first thing I thought was, I can't believe he'll be associating with these types of people.

Seriously, though, he'll be living in the middle of the ghetto. If someone were to say, "Hey, meet me in the ghetto," people would go to his apartment complex first. The important thing is that he seemed to be happy with it, and it met the conditions he was looking for (cheap rent, close to everything he needs, free yoga and meditation classes).

Moving took far longer than anyone anticipated. We started around noon and didn't finish until like 5pm. Crazy. Part of it was because we had to make multiple trips, since we only had an SUV and not a full-size UHaul.

In the evening (2 hours after we finished the move), we had karaoke at another friend's place. If there was ever any doubt of how bad a singer I am, there's now a video game (Karaoke Revolution on the PS2) which quantifies it. Yes, you're lousy. But not just kinda lousy. 75% lousy, 22% poor, and 3% ok.

It was still a really fun night. I think if I practiced a little more, I could be alright at the game. It was great to see some people who haven't come to hang out in awhile too (yeah, they're co-workers who I see everyday, but it's different seeing them outside of work).

Monday, November 13, 2006

Unmemorable

I'm always surprised when strangers remember me. I try to keep a low profile when I first meet people.
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"Hey, do you remember <some name> from that dinner several months ago? Cause she remembers you."
Really? She remembers me? It was only a couple of hours and I hardly said a word.
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"One of them remembered you. She asked me, 'weren't you with that really drunk Indian guy who was belting Britney Spears?'"
Well, that's embarrassing. I'll probably never see that person again, and that's the only memory she'll have of me. That was a fun night though. Karaoke in NYC to ring in 2006.
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Women seem to remember everyone they meet, no matter how brief the conversation is or how long it's been since they've seen the person. Men have a much more selective memory. Personally, I tend to remember the hot girls (by "hot", I mean personality-wise since I'm not shallow) or people that I have conversations with.

Thursday, November 09, 2006

The World's Greatest Dessert

Any happy hour that ends with gelato is a success in my book.

The group was a little smaller this time, but as I like to say, it's quality, not quantity that matters. (I also like to say the more the merrier, depending on the occasion.)

The six degrees principle was proven yet again, as new people already knew some of the regulars.

Good times.

Thursday, November 02, 2006

woohoo for alcohol!

I'm living in Prohibition-era America, aka Richardson, TX where selling alcohol is the work of the devil and is thus illegal.

I got this flyer in the mail today urging me to vote NO on the sale of "the legal sale of beer and wine for off-premise consumption only." I was contemplating whether or not I should vote because I didn't think there were any major issues/offices on the ballot. Now I'm definitely going to vote YES!

It's about time this city emerged from the Stone Age and joined the rest of America. Maybe next the city will decide that it's ok to use fire, or better yet, the wheel! Just think of the craziness!

So long, R & R

After seven years of (mostly rocky) marriage, Reese Witherspoon and Ryan Phillipe have decided to part ways.

It's about time Reese got rid of that loser.  She could do a lot better.  Like me, for example.

Think about it.  We're both ridiculously talented, unimaginably attractive, and wise beyond our years.

I also don't mind being whipped (since it comes with the perks of living in a mansion and going to the hottest Hollywood parties).  And, if in seven years, she decides it's just not working out, that's cool.  I'll just take a Bentley or two on my way out.