Two movies chock full of attractive women.

I don't know if I already mentioned this, but my parents have a Netflix instant play box for their TV. At first, I thought it sounded like a waste of money, but in truth, it's really awesome. To that end, I've been watching a lot of movies, and two that I watched recently featured just tons of good looking women.



The first movie was Two Brothers & A Bride (2003), which stars Emily Mortimer, who I've had a thing for ever since she was in Scream 3 (2000). The movie is about two brothers who seek out a 'mail order bride' in Russia, and they wind up meeting many women who were real lookers.



The second movie is The Machine Girl (2008), the plot of which in no way necessitates the abundant amount of attractive women seen on the screen (unlike Two Brothers & A Bride), however, the movie is purposefully ridiculous and outlandish, and to that end the copious amounts of cute girls the film features adds to the film's camp quality.

Mylika Davis et al.

So I haven't updated here in kind of a while, and the reason for that is, as faithful readers will recall, I'm at my parents' ranch in scenic Etna, CA, and there aren't many women I'm into around these parts. I've been staying pretty solitary since I got here, and even if I weren't most of the people who still live around here are my parents' age. Either that or their little kids. I don't play like that.

However, I finally saw some cute girls last night in the astounding film A Good Day to Be Black & Sexy (2008). Many of the women featured in this film were cute, and the cute one that got more of the screen time than any other woman in the film was Tamala, played by Mylika Davis. She kind of doesn't look very cuddly, but she's still really good looking.



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Crazy Ambulance Woman

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I'm glad I don't know this woman, but at the same time, she is pretty cute.

Iguana Woman

It's pretty cool that this is the second reptile-related woman who I like this week.



Iguanas are so cool, and man, I love learning about iguanas from cute girls.

I saw a cute girl at the bank yesterday.

Yup.

Leila K

All I have to do to finish college is to write 1,500 more words on Gadamer. Instead I'm doing this.



When I was ten or eleven, I bought a cassette single of Leila K's Got To Get. I lost the tape shortly thereafter and wasn't able to hear the song again until youtube became a thang. At any rate, she's actually not to bad looking, and Got To Get is still a totally wicked dance tune. Check it out:

Lets Make This Quick.

I'm wicked hella stressed out from finals week. I don't want to spend much time on this.

This morning, Andrew sent me an email with a link to a page about a scarf model he thought was cute and he thought I would think was cute too.



Holy crap! She is cute. If I had more time on my hands, and was a more accountable person in general, I would totally look her up for Andrew like Dwight did for Michael with the chair model in that one episode of The Office.

Second order of business: While she wasn't a woman who I was very attracted to, I was getting an action drink (that's what I call energy drinks) at the gas station this morning and the clerk told me I was cute. I've never had anyone tell me I was cute flat out before, except for the waitress at The Cynch . You know, the one who allegedly used to go around on roller skates. Yeah her, she told me I was cute and then she kissed me on the cheek. I'm not sure if she's a transsexual woman or a drag queen or what, but nevertheless it was a flattering gesture on her part, but I digress. A woman at the gas station told me I was cute this morning, and it was awesome. She was at least 45 and I can't honestly say I was very attracted to her, but my father, who I told about it, thinks I should still go for it. I love my dad.

Finally, on my way home from taking a final, this minivan driven by a soccer mom (It even had those family decals on the back, so I know she had about five kids.) was trying to get into my lane, and I let her in. I'm not sure why, but I'm very often quite attracted to flustered pre-nihilist soccer moms. How that could possibly work itself into a relationship (besides a sordid affair, which is totally not my thing) I'm not sure.

I Quite Enjoy Seeing Cute Girls on Campus.

I was totally planning on listing the cute girls I saw on campus today, but there were about twelve. That's too many to remember. I'll try though.

One was driving a car. One was kind of punkish. One was the secretary of the history department and she was nice and helpful. One had a nose ring and was sort of goth. One was short and kind of frumpy looking and wore a green cardigan. There were others, but that's all I remember.

They Should Build A Statue of Me.

Or they could just name a mountain after me.

Why? Because I'm a twenty five year old man who's never been in a relationship (official or otherwise) with a woman for more than a couple of months. I've been kicked around more times than I care to think about. I've been hurt and stabbed in the back. I've gotten to the point where I would look in the mirror and want to tear my own face off, because I was so sick of being in my body. I survived when, a bright eyed and bushy tailed nineteen year old punk rocker, I came to someone with my heart in my hand, only to have her flip out on me, and two weeks later start screwing the best friend I'd made in Chico by that point. I survived when someone else made it very clear she didn't even respect me or see me as an equal right after one of the most humiliating moments of my life. I've survived after, six years of adolescent longing blossomed into the profound respect of a young adult and allowed me to finally work up the courage to approach a third someone and ask her out, only to have her say she had a boyfriend. I've survived the countless, countless times when friend and friend have picked on my incessantly, calling my every mannerism 'creepy' making me feel like a weak, deplorable, sliver of a man. I've survived more self-hate and loneliness than anyone else I know, and now, tonight, I've come to say 'Fuck you if you don't respect me. I should be your hero' This isn't about my life, or the women in it. This one's for me. I'm more of a man than most will ever be. Most people couldn't imagine going through what I've gone through and still being able to get up in the morning, let alone do the things I've done and make the world a better place in the way I have. I am everything the world needs, and my unimpressive romantic resume hasn't killed me, but has only made me stronger.

Girl on a Checkout Bar Advertisement

You know those plastic bars that they have at the supermarket that you put between your groceries and the groceries of the next person in line at the checkout stand? I don't know if there's an actual name for them. Anyway, at the Dangerousway the bars have little advertisements on them, and I noticed one as I was buying soda this evening that had a cute girl on it. I don't know what the advertisement was for, but she was cute and she had a light bulb going off over her head like she just had a great idea. It would be a really great idea for her to go out with me because I am creative and a good listener and I have rugged good looks.

Molly Gleet

I just got back from the laundromat. They had the (American) football game on the TV in there. During the halftime show, Dr. Pepper was sponsoring some dumb competition. One of the women who they got to compete was kind of cute though. I'm pretty sure her named was Molly Gleet.

A Cute Girl At 7-Eleven

Convenience stores can rarely boast that their late-night clientele are the highest caliber of social class. However, as I've been staying up late trying to watch an Andrei Tarkovsky film, and as Tarkovsky made movies that one has to be very patient to watch, and as I get easily distracted by, say, my desire for a soda, I haven't put a very large dent in the film, and I chose to take a break from movie watching to visit the local 7-Eleven.

Surprisingly, there was a really cute traveling girl there. She had that kind of freckley redhead look, and she looked quite hygienic for a traveling kid. My guess is that her real name is either Hailey or Megan, or maybe Liz. She probably goes by 'Sparrow' or something equally ridiculous.

Kirstie Alley

So I watched Runaway (1984) last night, and that's the first time in a long time that I've seen Kirstie Alley in her heyday. I had completely forgotten that she was, at one time, a very good looking woman. I feel kind of sorry for her, because it seems like she's probably had a pretty stressful life since that time. Also, she gets typecasted as a crazy lady a lot.

Brooke From Whole Foods And A Mom At The Taco Truck

I'm  in kind of a weird mood, because I'm almost totally done with my bachelors degree, and I'm a little apprehensive about my life undergoing such a huge change.

Anyway, today was my last day of classes before finals week, so I went to Whole Foods to stock up on junk food in preparing for finals week. Note that I don't care for Whole Foods. It's an unnecessary evil, as it is the only source of vegan cake that I know of in the bay, and I rarely if ever feel like baking myself. So I went there, and I was checked out by a quite attractive woman named Brooke who looked a little like Jacquetta Wheeler. She was very nice, but (and maybe I'm just looking for reasons to dislike Whole Foods) it seemed to me that she wasn't being nice to be nice. Rather, she was being nice to show off how alternative she was. I mean, the entire Whole Foods establishment is built upon trying to express this image of 'See the Dangerousway? That's not us!' Part of that is showing off how much nicer and more human the clerks are. Fucking hipsters. Besides, I've had some really nice clerks who checked me out at Dangerousway. I want to meet someone who's nice to me because they like being nice, not because they need to prove a point. Dig?

(I call Safeway 'Dangerousway' in case you haven't figured that out yet.)

After going to Whole Foods, I stopped by my favorite taco truck in the bay area, Tacos El Novillo in Fruitvale. When I got there, there was a very pretty woman waiting for her food with her kid. She seemed like she was probably a really good mommy, but she was really tired from a long day and ready to get to bed.

A Girl Who Works at Los Dos Gallos Taqueria and The A Teacher's Assistant

So I had to drive to Union City this morning to get my tires changed (Why couldn't I get it done in Hayward? It's a long story.) and while that was happening, I got breakfast at a hole in the wall place across the street called Los Dos Gallos Taqueria. There was a young lady who was working there who was very cute, and the burritos there were actually really pretty good. Also, there was a cool mural that depicted the cockfight that the restaurant was named after. For a day where I sunk close to three hundred dollars into my car, it was pretty good.

Also, I realized today that one of the assistants in my biology class is really cute. Today was our last class session, so I'll probably never see her again. That's okay, also I was a little embarrassed, because we had to do class evaluations today, and in the section where we were asked to include any comments we had, I drew a picture of a demon with a cool helmet, and the teacher's assistant kind of noticed. Therefore, a cute girl caught me being immature, which is a little crappy.

A look back in long pleated skirts.

Remember when hipster girls were all dressing like little old ladies? While I found the fad to be rather fashionable, I'm sort of glad that it's over, because more than once I found myself at first glance thinking 'Hey, there's a cute hipster girl.' and then proceeding to start checking her out, only to discover that she was actually a little old lady. Did anyone else do this?

Tiffany Hill

This is Tiffany Hill. She's a high schools student (She's 18. I'm not a monster) who recites poetry using ASL. She's kind of cute, ain't she?

2 Cute Girls on the Sidewalk

I saw two cute girls on the sidewalk as I was driving today.

The first one had orange-ish streaked hair and a green sweater and was walking with a man who's probably her boyfriend.

The second had a smart looking leather jacket and a knit cap and was walking alone from the Dangerousway.

Kebibi

So since November 1st, I've been competing in the mother of all beard contests, Whiskerino. Over the past couple of weeks, the contest has been doing some theme days, and this was my submission for A Day At Work day.


Now, there's a simultaneous contest called Vaginarino, that's like Whiskerino, but for women (I'm still a little fuzzy on what they're supposed to be growing). I went to the contests website for the first time just now, lo and behold, there's a woman who liked my idea enough to copy it. Imitation is the highest form of making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.


That's the forth post of today. Am I in the mood for romance or what?

Kathy Ireland's voice in Alien From LA

I just finished watching the MST3K version of Alien From LA.



Kathy Ireland is not a terrific actor, and most people would probably be appalled by her nasal, mousy voice, but I find it kind of endearing. It reminds me of a sheltered, innocent princess who just wants everyone to be friends and gets really sad whenever there's any sort of conflict. I appreciate this, because I realize I have a similar side to my personality.

This is the most attractive woman in the universe.

This is the most attractive woman in the universe.

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ZOMGitsCriss

Let me start off by saying that I am of the opinion that whether one believes in God or not does not really factor into the meaningfulness of their life, and I think that people who make any concerned effort to argue one way or the other on the issue are missing the point.



To that end, I feel like the most intelligent thing this woman says in the video is her suggestion to hand out Bibles with an introduction by Richard Dawkins. After all, turnabout is fair play.

Furthermore, I doubt that the abridged Origin of a Species is going to make much of a difference in the percentage of theists in America. As I noted earlier, one's theism does not guarantee a meaningful life, and finding evolution to be a lie certainly won't in any direct way improve the quality of life for anyone.

Of course, this blog shouldn't discuss such controversial issues. All that really matters to this blog is that the video is of a very good looking woman with an accent that just turns me into butter. Too bad I care very little about what she has to say. She seems nice though.

Here's a fact that neither side of the evolution debate can dispute: Accents are like cruse control for generating romantic interest.

The Women of Dangerousway

I was at the Dangerousway getting delicious foods and beverages, and I saw two cute girls.

One was kind of tough-girl looking. She had jet black hair in a ponytail and a gray hoodie that probably had a logo for a motorsports company on it, and she had some crazy earring thing going on. My guess is she drives a pickup truck and her boyfriend is in a crappy bro metal or bro punk band.

The other girl was talking to someone on her cellphone in a foreign language. She looked kind of like that woman who was in Sideways (2004) and is in Grey's Anatomy. You know who I'm talking about? She looked like her, except she wasn't rail thin like her. The woman in Grey's Anatomy and Sideways woman is quite slender.

Crissy Belle

For some reason I never learn my lesson. I just made a fairly in-depth blog post about how dating websites are the bane of my existence, and then I turn around and find an adorable gal on one. Someone who sounds like she marches to the beat of her own drum, and lives a life full of lovable peculiarities.

And of course I message her. And of course she doesn't message me back.

Really, you think I'd have learned my lesson by now.

Sympathy and condolences in the form of replies to this post graciously accepted.

Woman from 924 Gilman

On Nov. 8th, 2008, I went to see New Thrill Parade at Gilman. Brad was working the show, and apparently I'd mentioned to him that I'd seen New Thrill Parade a couple of times and they stayed at my house and they were cool people, because he called me and offered me a ride and everything. I think he wasn't looking forward to the show (he was volunteering at Gilman at the time, so he had to go) and that's why he invited me. Anyway, I'd been listening to this cheesy podcast about how to meet girls and I thought this would be a chance for me to go out and use the new skills I'd learned to my advantage when approached by any woman at Gilman that night. It wound up being a kind of weird night for me. They were understaffed and I was asked to work the door, which was cool, but for some reason I felt totally anti-social all night, and I spent most of the show in the back corner, reading.

That whole paragraph was totally unnecessary, but the reason I bring up that night, is that the woman who was kind of in charge of the show, (Well, Robert was actually in charge of the show, so I don't know why she was telling everyone what to do, but she was) was this cute girl with green hair and a boyfriend. The other attractive women at the show was this norm who looked kind of like Bridget Fonda and the girls from bands. But the green haired woman (I think her name was Jen.) I found on okcupid.com the other night when I was feeling lonely and desperate. I'm thinking about contacting her, because she's cute and she sounds pretty cool, plus, she's not a norm, and observant readers might remember that I've come to the conclusion I'm not going to be able to make a relationship work with a norm. It'd probably just be better to approach her in the real world though. Dating websites are a nice way to waste time now and then, but as a way to meet people, I feel about dating websites the same way Ebert feels about Xtro (1982) which he describes as 'a completely depressing, nihilistic...exercise in sadness.' I've never interacted with a person on okcupid.com without it ultimately making me feel more lonely than before.

At any rate, after Charlotte stood me up, I've been feeling like I'm never going to find someone. It's a horrible feeling, but I know from experience that hooking up with the first woman who pays attention to you is NOT a way to get oneself out of this manner of funk. I'm not sure what the answer is. Now I'm feeling way more depressed than when I started this post. Oy vey! I hope y'all are feeling okay now that you've read this whole thing. I hope this hasn't been a depressing, nihilistic exercise in sadness for you. Thanks for reading! Go think about unicorns or whatever makes you happy.

Vulverine

This is one of my favorite music videos ever. I saw it for the first time the other day. I really like the idea of a female comic book character type person who plays baseball and fights robots and will at times team up with grim reapers to fight robots but otherwise has it in for grim reapers. Also, Vulverine is an awesome name for a female super-hero. Really, if this was a comic book and not a music video pretending to be a comic book, it would be a totally awesome comic book.

Plus, she's really cute.

North Caronlina, Charlotte part 2, A Girl at Safeway.

The other day, I made a post on my other blog about how I wanted to have kids and be a post-punk parent like some of the people I know, because it seems really fun. An 18-year-old girl from North Carolina offered to role play the scenario that I described. The thing is, my tongue was firmly planted in my cheek. She sounds like she's actually kind of serious. Also, I have no idea who she is. Also, I'm wondering if this means she has kids. Also, I'm wondering if she wants to have my kids. Also, she sounds nice, and I might think about it if there weren't about a thousand reasons why it's a really bad idea.

A few months ago, I hung out with a woman named Charlotte at a couple of shows. Yesterday, one of my very most favorite musicians and a personal hero, James Kochalka was at an art show opening of his in the city. I was going to go with my brother, but he bailed at the last minute. I hate going all the way to San Francisco to an event where I don't know anyone. I called a couple of friends to see if they wanted to go, and they both had other plans. Then I said to myself, 'Why not?' and called Charlotte. She said she didn't have plans and would be down, except the Kochalka show happened kind of early, and she was having a band practice and she wasn't sure if she could make it. She told me she'd call me after practice and we'd figure it out.

She didn't call. I'm not too beat up about it, because I still got to meet James Kochalka,and seriously, that's such a huge thing for me.

I also saw a cute girl at Safeway the other day when I was getting soymilk. Can I just be xenophobic for a moment and say I have no idea how to connect with foreign women who I like? I mean, it's not like I introduce myself to a lot of domestic girls or anything, but there's an overbearing stereotype that foreign exchange students and the like are either laid back about sexuality, or are enthusiastic and responsive toward fun, funny guys. This stereotype is surely an oversimplification at best, and I'm sure any attempt to apply it to my own life would end in tears. Yet I think a lot of foreign exchange students are looking to meet domestic people, just to get the full experience. Still, foreign or domestic, I have no reason to introduce myself to a cute girl at Safeway. Finding an excuse to talk to cute girls is definitely the trickiest part of the whole ordeal. In conclusion: Same shit, different country of origin.

Documented Longing Part 2

Sheesh! I was so distraught by the picture that I made a blog post about it but I forgot to link to it. Boom.

Of course, this whole blog could be considered documented longing. Couldn't it?

Documented Longing

I've been looking through some pictures of the NorCal Noisefest. Lo and behold, there's a somewhat unflattering picture of me giving Bjorn a somewhat creepy stare. I've heard that keeping one's hands in one's pockets gives off the vibe that you're uncomfortable. Whatever. I'm not that sketchy in real life, I just find girls in awesome bands intimidating.

Hey, eat shit, okay!

What a Day. What a Day.

I saw a cute girl on campus today with double lip rings and an all around punker look. Kind of a bad time to see her, because I'm dressed pretty conventional today, in one of those silly pre-faded polo shirts (Ironically, I found the shirt in a dumpster, so in reality it's more punk than most of my other shirts).

I also saw two cute girls yesterday at the laundry mat. One was dressed in sweats and had her hair back and had glasses on, as if she'd been hanging around the house all day and didn't much care what she looked like. I'm a big fan of the just rolled out of bed look.

The other cute girl was dressed to kill. She had on a very smart looking leather jacked and plaid sweater, and knee high boots which were too elegant to be blatantly sexual. The dressed to the nines look is also one that I'm a fan of, sometimes, though usually not as much as the just rolled out of bed look.

About a week ago, I was sitting behind the cute motorcycle girl and her stomach started grumbling. It was cute in a visceral sort of way. I kind of like that women are human and have normal human bodily functions. After all, it's not like this blog is called Mannequins That Chuck Likes.

I was having kind of a poop-o day today, and as I was walking to my car after class, I spied this nerdy guy out of the corner of my eye. He often wears a trench coat and a flat cap and he's been in a couple of my classes and he brought up Godwin's law once when someone used it in an ethical debate. All said and done, I like him. Anyway, I noticed he was talking to a girl, and my first thought was 'Woah! Way to go, geek!' Then I looked over at what girl he was talking to. It was fucking Irene. I walked right past them, and I felt weird about saying 'Hi.' to Irene. I'm sure she didn't notice me. I'm hoping that if I walk back on a similar path to my car, I'll run into her again, as for today, I was tired and feeling lousy and I just wanted to go home and take a nap. Still, Mazel Tov to the nerd!

Irene From a Therepy Group

So back in the day, I was seeing a woman named Lauren. Now Lauren felt that I ought to learn to be more assertive, and being the dutiful boyfriend that I was, I decided to take a course that was being offered by the CSU East Bay Counseling and Psychological Services center that promised to deal with, among other things, assertiveness. As fate would have it, Lauren dumped me the night before the group was going to go over assertiveness. I went anyway, because it was better than crying into my pillow, and because, while originally I made it sound otherwise, Lauren wasn't my sole inspiration for joining the group (I'm bitter you see.).

At any rate, in the group, I met a woman named Irene. Irene seemed to still be finding herself after a huge breakup of her own, and neither of us were ready to date during the time while the group sessions were going on, However, both having come out of similar dark place, we had kind of a connection, and after the last meeting she gave me her phone number, telling me to call if I ever needed someone to talk to. I called her once or twice, because there were many points in the following months that I did in fact need someone to talk to, and I liked Irene.

Lauren and I broke up about six months ago. I got a call from Irene the other day asking how I was doing. I called her back yesterday afternoon, telling her I was doing fine and I was over Lauren and I was moving on with my life. She said she was glad to hear that. We chatted, and I asked her about her life. She said she was busy but otherwise doing well. We talked about relationships for a bit, and I asked her if she'd started dating again. She said that she was really not looking to start dating, not because she wasn't over her ex, but because she was enjoying being single and wanted to keep it that way. Bummer-o-rama.

I guess it's okay that this happened, because while she seems sort of interesting, I get the feeling that Irene, like Lauren, is just interesting enough for me to want to get involved, and then once the relationship starts to get serious, things begin falling apart. I'm really making a concerned effort to stay away from women who aren't weird enough to get me. Y'know, so that I hopefully don't get hurt so often.

Of course, if Irene called me right now and said she wanted to go out for coffee, 'I can't. You're normal.' would be the last thing I'd say.

Woman in Taget Commercial

I just saw a commercial for the Target chain of big box stores. She was flustered but happy in her pursuit of making her home and family look socially acceptable by the time it was to be presented to others at Thanksgiving. It was sort of a commercial for everything I hate, but the woman in it was so adorable in her being flustered, that I want her like a sperm whale wants giant squid. I tried to find the commercial online, and I was not able to.

Kyoko Enami

I was going to crop this image so it was just the picture of Kyoko Enami, but then I realized, cropping out a picture of a giant chameleon-like kaiju shooting a rainbow out of its spine would be against everything I stand for.

Kyoko Enami played the female lead in Gamera vs. Barugon, which I just finished watching. It was awesome, and she's super cute. I mean, holy crap. I really wish she wasn't 67 years old now (I just looked it up).


Here's another picture of Barugon, y'know, for good measure.

Sarah-Jane Potts and Jemima Rooper

I watched Kinky Boots (2005) yesterday, and both large parts played by cisgender women were played by very cute actresses.

This is Jemima Rooper. She played the woman who was wrong for the male lead.


This is Sarah-Jane Potts (on the left in the front). She played the woman who was right for the male lead.


I love the fashionable European look, with the cute accent and everything. Seriously. I love it. It's all I want for Christmas.

Night of the Living Melt-Banana

Last night, I saw what was indubitably one of the best shows in my entire life.



Melt-Banana (AKA MxBx) has been one of my favorite bands for years now, but they've never been my very most favorite. I feel like that has changed as of last night.

Trying to keep this focused on women: I've met very few girls who like Melt-Banana, and those that I have met are mostly into the band because they're boyfriend turned them onto them. Last night, old friends from Chico and newer friends from Sacramento were at the show, and I had to navigate between three different groups of friends. Of those groups, there were four girls. All of them were there with their boyfriend. There's only one who I can say for sure would have shown up even if her boyfriend didn't want to go.

So that sucks. It would be nice to go to a place where there's girls to be met, and not have to put up with lousy music for my efforts. Furthermore, I'm done dating women with differing taste in music. It may seem shallow or callous or misguided, but I'd say almost everyone I know who gets me also gets the music that I listen to, and almost everyone who doesn't get the music I listen to doesn't get me. There's definitely exceptions, but relationships are a lot of work, and taking a gamble on a girl who says things like 'I don't see why you like Nick Drake so much more than Jack Johnson. It's basically the same thing.' to my mind, is just asking to get hurt.

But hey, you know who's cute, and ostensibly gets the music that I listen to? Yasuko Onuki, of Melt-Banana.



I have a crush on her just for owning such a cool sweater.

I certainly don't mean to imply I don't also have a crush on bassist Rika Hamamoto, but at both MxBx shows I've been to, she hasn't made any audience banter, and so I don't feel like I know her as well. She's still really cute and plays rad music though.

On a 'personal victories' digression, I'm 25, unemployed, with no girlfriend, and no band, but instead of standing toward the back and feeling dorky during MxBx's set, I got right into the most pit, and had a blast. It was a really meaningful experience for me. It reminded me that in spite of everything, I haven't given up. It reminded me of what a really exciting, special, P.F.R. person I really am.

Happy Halloween!

Yet Another Cluster Post

Man, I keep getting apathetic to update this. It's not good.

So I just watched Xtro (1982) and overall the film was pretty terrible, but Maryam d'Abo, who was also in The Living Daylights (1987) as the woman who plays the cello, was very good looking.



Yesterday, I got a vaccine for H1N1, and I discovered that all the women there were really cute. I don't know why, but nurses are all cute. It makes me wish I was in the nursing program, instead of stupid philosophy.

Although, and this is the third subject of this post, there was a really cute girl in my Roots of Contemporary Philosophy class. I think I didn't notice her before because she doesn't show up to class very often and neither do I. She had little motorcycle earrings and a Harley Davidson hoodie, which leads me to believe we wouldn't be compatible. I think motorcycles are a great idea, but Harleys are intentionally louder than they need to be and my neighbor owns a Harley and he drives it when I'm trying to sleep and I hate it. Other than that, she seemed nice.

Japanese Cheese Curry Commercial Woman

This woman is pretty, though the commercial doesn't really register very high on the Japanese far out television scale.

I Rememberd What I Forgot & Cute Girl Outside Grocery Store

So last Sunday, October 25th, I went to my cousin's son's (I think that makes him my cousin once removed.) first birthday party. On the way there, I stopped at a Target to get a card. The woman who rang me up was very cute, but in a way that you know every boy within 100 feet of her has picked up on. She was the kind of girl who could get any boy she wants. I kind of can't get into girls like that. See, what I have to offer a woman is something very genuine, and I'm not willing to battle it out with every other person who likes girls in order to demonstrate that. I hate that whole scene. I mean, I think we should try to move past this sort of 'bucks ramming their antlers together to impress the does' philosophy of dating and relationships. I'm not a polyamorist either. Not that I have a problem with polyamory, but I really don't think I could enjoy a relationship like that. Modern romance fiction has tried to suggest a scenario where a woman is beautiful in her own way, and nobody sees why she is special, until a man shows up and realizes is able to see the real her. Sometimes I think this kind of setup to a romantic relationship is unlikely in the real world. If you notice a girl is special, chances are you're not the first, even if she's special in a peculiar, quirky way. Furthermore, I think a hope for this kind of romantic setup can cause men to prey vampirically on women with low self esteem, exploiting their poor self image to gain a relationship from them, and I don't mean to imply that these men are trying to do something wrong. I just think 'She has low self esteem and I need to be the one to save her' is setting oneself up for a horrid relationship.

I was walking to the grocery store a couple of hours ago and I saw a cute girl. She was really thin. Some guys don't like thin women. I had a friend tell me that he felt skinny women looked 'sickly.' I'm certainly not implying that I'd be more attracted to women in a world where anorexia was a rule. I think there's a lot of really cute women who are hardly rail thin, even obese. However, there are some really cute skinny minnys out there.

So much to cover.

I've been quite busy as of late. I haven't updated here when I really ought to have.

First off, long time WWCL reader, Devon Turner, or Socorro, NM, notified me that I would probably have a thing for Terri Wahl, who used to be in Red Aunts and now has a cooking show.


He's right!

Additionally, I thought I had a Red Aunts album, and I was saying to myself 'Hey, wasn't Exene Cervenka (of X fame) in that band? Turns out I was thinking of Auntie Christ. So maybe I don't know who Red Aunts are. I'm not sure though. Thanks to the Punk-O-Rama series, I've heard most bands on Epitaph from around that time, but I digress.

Secondly, about ten minutes ago someone alerted me to a new video/song by the female comedy music duo Garfunkel and Oates. I've had a crush on both of them ever since I first heard them (it was the song about pregnant women).



I'm kind of bummed out by this one, because Don't Stop 'til You Get Enough is my favorite Michael Jackson song, next to Smooth Criminal, and now I will probably be seen as less attractive in the band's collective eyes.

Earlier today, I asked my lab partner, Jennifer for her phone number, so that if I had a question concerning our homework I could ask her. Was I being genuine? You bet. Sure she's really cute and fun to talk to, but that doesn't change the fact that I'm kind of drifting off into space in the class and could use the help. She told me she didn't want to give me her number, because she was just as confused in class as I was, and she didn't want to lead me astray. I should have told her that in any case, two heads would be better than one, but I didn't think to say that until a second ago when I was getting a glass of water.

I think she said 'no' because I'm growing my beard out. I know very little about what girls like and dislike, but I get the feeling that the overwhelming majority of women dislike beards.

I know there's more women who I wanted to talk about, but I can't remember who now.

The Women of Cafe du Nord

Tonight I made a new rule for myself: no more going to shows where I won't know anybody. Even though musically the show tonight was off the hook, the whole process of driving to San Francisco, parking in San Francisco, and hanging around rich San Francisco bohemians was distressing. If I had a mate there to chop it up with, things might have been okay, but otherwise it's more trouble than it's worth.

With this backdrop in mind, let me say that rich San Francisco bohemian women are, seemingly without exception, absolutely gorgeous. Everyone was all dressed up in formal evening wear, and women were classy and fashionable. You know the expression 'She's out of your league.' Well, this is the league that all those women play it. A League of Their Own.

The band I was at Cafe du Nord for was Rykarda Parasol & The Tower Ravens. Parasol herself is quite the knockout.



The reason I know about the band is because I interviewed her for the Chico News & Review a couple of years ago. You can read that interview here. I suppose that if I worked really hard at it, I could hoist myself up into the world of cool that she lives in, but I'm not terribly sure that I would be happy in that life.

This post has little to do with cute girls. Sorry about that. There were an abundance of cute girls at the show. I also saw a cute girl in the parking lot at the bank today. Or maybe it was yesterday. I can't remember.

Aunt Kelly

Yesterday, I found out about a children's book called 'Walter The Farting Dog' by William Kotzwinkle. In my research, I discovered a woman who read the book as though she were an elementary school librarian, and spiced up the video with a bevy of farting noises, which, while kind of dumb, leaves me endeared to her immaturity. Also, she's cute and she has cute glasses. Immature potty humor is always going to be a good thing in my book, which perhaps Aunt Kelly will read on youtube some day.

Jennifer Eagan

I visited my philosophy adviser, one Jennifer Eagan, today. Suffice to say that I am of the opinion that she is a quite handsome woman.

I read this story once about a guy who had a teacher that he thought was a major babe, we'll say her name was Teresa Graves, and he forgot his password to get into some online thing, so he asked her to look it up for him. It turns out that his password was something like 'iwanttobangmrsgraves.' This is an example of something that one should not do.

Although if Teresa Graves was my professor, I would certainly look forward to getting to know her better.

I know posting this could get me in a really uncomfortable situation with the CSU East Bay staff, and I'm rather worried that Dr. Eagan will be googling herself one day or something. I think this post demonstrates how dedicated I am to this blog, since I'm still posting this in spite of all the dangers.

I need to start being more breif.

I just realized that last post was approximately 900 words. I want to supplement this blog with some shorter posts in the future.

Exposé: Girls in Bands

I think the topic of girls in bands deserves some further examination. Also, it's midnight on a Monday (technically a Tuesday) and I'm still crushing on Bjorn something fierce.

The truth is, I've never been in a band or other musical project that I felt really satisfied with. I'm somewhat bad with money (though I've gotten a lot better about it) and most of the technique and tactile skills required to play music are Greek to me, and I'm also the kind of person that gets easily bored with creative projects if I can't produce the results I want in a short amount of time (I'm also getting better about this). When I was talking to Bjorn the other day, I pretended to myself that I was in a really cool band so that I'd be more confident. It worked pretty well.

Maybe my lacking band resumé is a blessing in disguise, because I find 'band girlfriend' relationships abominable. I don't want to be in a relationship with someone who lacks passions of her own and adopts whatever the guy she's with as her interests. It's fine if your partner turns you on to a good band or whatever, but I've seen so many women who begin to live vicariously through their boyfriend's band, and that's neither healthy or rewarding for either person in that relationship. It's really not.

I bring this up, because while I know this format for a relationship is cursed at best, the world we live in is set up where men are supposed to impress women with something. If a girl is cute, and fun to be around, and in an awesome band, how the heck am I supposed to impress her? I noticed that after I saw Kawaiietly Please's set at the NoiseFest, I immediately was flooded with self hate. 'If I could just be in a band that was equal or greater to the awesome of Bjorn's band, then maybe she'd want to talk to me more. If I could just act more charming and charismatic. If I could just loose thirty pounds and grow at least six inches taller...'

This sort of reaction certainly isn't unique to women in awesome bands, but it happens a lot. I think I was able to collect myself rather well with Bjorn. I was going to tell her straight up that I'd really like to get to know her better, but I didn't, and it's because I chickened out, but it's also because by the time I was chatting with her she was drunk. Also, if I lay myself at her feet like that and she laughed in my face, that would make the long drive back to the bay area a really unpleasant one. My car doesn't have a working radio, so I wouldn't even have that to distract me from the rejection blues.

So that was a long-winded way of saying that cute girls in bands are very intimidating.

There's two cute girls in bands that I got crushes on in my life that really stand out to me.

The first is Keely from The Gay Science. They jumped onto a show at The Broken Glass House right after I'd changed the name to The Langolier. The show had a bunch of high school metal bands on it and about two hundred people showed up. The Gay Science and the other bands they were touring with and I really hit it off, because while we appreciated high school metal, none of us were really of that scene. I'm listening to that YouTube video I linked to right now, and it's a really poor example of The Gay Science's music. I still listen to their album pretty regularly, and I love it to death. Keely and co. were just super cool and she was really damn cute.

The second is Kia from Mixel Pixel. They played at a bar and I think I was the only one who showed up who knew who they were. They put on a really awesome show and I offered to let them crash at my place. We all went back to my house and one of my roommates was still up and everyone smoked pot except me because I was Straight Edge at the time. Kia was really nice. I don't think we really saw eye-to-eye, because she was excited to do the Chico thing (i.e. She was hoping to go to a frat party.) and at the time (and to this day) I viewed the Chico party scene as detrimental to what is great about the town, and I hated it for this reason. Still, she was a very high-on-life individual, who was genuinely happy to have a place to stay and excited to meet someone who was into what her band was doing. She gave me some soap and lip balm that she made herself ('and it's vegan!' she exclaimed when she presented it to me) and I still have the lip balm. I actually just took it out to give it a sniff and describe the scent, and I think it's gone bad. I didn't know lip balm could do that.

I should stress that Kia and Keely are far from the only women in bands who I've had crushes on. They're just the two most quintessential examples of such.

The Women of NorCal NoiseFest

I just got done spending the last three days at NorCal NoiseFest. I've wanted to go to it for a long time, and this was one of those weekends where I really needed to get away from everything in my life. I'd like to talk about how incredible the experience was, but that isn't the nature of this blog.

The first night, after the show was over, there was a party in this guy's office, and I mentioned to Andrew that we should go in case any cute girls were there. Andrew lamented 'The only cute girl who ever comes to NoiseFest is Bjorn.'

While the afterparty itself was certainly a cute girl free zone (I think there was one woman there, and she was seeing someone, and there was an age difference thing that was very pronounced), it became very apparent the next morning that Andrew's observation was about to be turned on its head. I lost count, but a rough estimate of somewhere between twelve and fifteen cute girls were present. A few were there to support their boyfriend's band, but at least three or four were actually doing noise projects themselves, and I know I'm not alone when I say that there are few qualities in a woman more attractive than being in an awesome band. Especially if they're in an awesome band because they like doing music. I've seen a few bands where someone in the band had a crush on a girl, and invited her to play bass in his band, hoping that if he made her part of a cool band she'd be into him. That's not as attractive.

On the third day, around eighteen thirty in the evening, I met Bjorn.



Bjron is the proprietor of a band called 'Kawaiietly Please.' Spelling 'quietly' this way makes me feel like pronouncing the word the way Nina Hagen might say it. The band consists of her creating tones and loops and stuff with effects pedals and the like (In case you're not familiar, this is a common noise setup.) with a drummer beat-blasting. At the show they did yesterday, Bjorn presented the audience with several boxes of cheaply made stuffed animals, which the audience were then allowed to fling around the room, or tear to pieces, or create any and all other mayhem with. Oh, and she made herself up like some kind of combo between Raggedy Ann and Rainbow Bright if they both had taken up a life of crime to fuel their cocaine habits. So it was a pretty fun and intense show.

There were many cute girls, but all my crushes very quickly (Kawiickly) went to Bjorn. She's adorable, and extreme, and the short conversation with her that I had before she was drunk made it seem like she was probably pretty cool. Still, a couple of red flags went off:
A: She's from LA, and I could go on for a while about how much I loathe LA.
B: Sometimes, I feel like people who perform with an over-the-top visual display, are actually covering up for the fact that deep down inside, they're really boring. This has been my big complaint about Marilyn Manson. I didn't get a chance to sit down and chat with Bjorn enough to make sure that she's not just another Marilyn Manson. That would stink if she was.

As long as I'm in the bay area, I guess I shouldn't worry about it.

Oh, and we were having breakfast on somebody's porch on Saturday, and a cute girl at an autobody shop across the street started setting off firecrackers. Reckless behavior is sort of attractive, I guess.

Many Attractive Women Sighted on Campus

I don't know why, but for the first time in a while I noticed that there's a lot of cute girls on campus while I was heading to class earlier today (today being Thursday the 15th). I usually don't pay attention. I'm pretty jaded toward the whole school thing at this point.

This was one of those 'God, I hate being single' days that creep up on you every now and then. I could go into detail, but y'all don't want to hear that. If it wasn't for days like this, my life would be pretty perfect, really.

Ashley Dollar Tree

I think I should start hanging out at the Dollar Tree more often, or perhaps even get a job at one. The reason I say this is based on two things I noticed today when I was getting windmill cookies (The Dollar Tree is the only place I know of that has vegan windmill cookies).

1. Typically, the only people at the Dollar Tree are elderly.
2. Typically, the people who work at the Dollar Tree are really cute girls.

The first observation isn't very surprising. Old people usually aren't working the nine to five, and they love to make a penny scream. The second observation, however, baffles me. Ostensibly, there's no feature of being a cute girl that would lend itself to working at the Dollar Tree. It's not like coffee shops.

Anyway, a clerk named Ashley and I had a flirty exchange today as I was getting two packages of cookies. Ashley noticed a couple of bills on the ground behind an older woman, she chased down the woman, and asked her if she'd dropped the bills. The elderly woman accepted the bills in a way that seemed sort of sly and shady. When Ashley got back to the register, the conversation went as follows:

Ashley: I don't think that was her money.
Chuck: She's old. She can get away with it.
Ashley: (laughs) Well, if I kept it I'd get fired, so I might as well give it to someone. I should have given it to you. Your total is two dollars anyway.

And the conversation went on from there. I enjoyed myself immensely. Have you ever noticed that there's a lot of cute redheads named 'Ashley' out there? I don't know how this name/hair combo could have been orchestrated, but I'm for it.

Jennifer, My Lab Partner

I'm been spending the last few weeks trying to decide if I like my lab partner, Jennifer or not. Today I decided that I probably do, and at the very least, I'd like to get to know her in a situation where we could chop it up about this and that and my utter incompetence with a microscope wasn't the presiding tension between our interaction. She's cute, and she gets my jokes about 60% of the time, which is better than most. Today during the lab, our instructor was wearing a sleeveless raincoat, and I told Jennifer I should get one of those for when I want my arms to get wet and my torso to stay dry. I don't think she got that I was joking, but then she kind of realized that I was probably joking and smiled like she wasn't sure if she should be smiling or not and she was kind of confused.

I've asked out girls that I had a class with before. It's tricky, because if they say 'Gross! No!' then the rest of the semester is going to be decidedly uncomfortable every time you see each-other during class. On the other hand, you can't wait until after the final to ask them out, because unless the both of you finish at the same time, one of you will have turned in the final and left before the other. In conclusion, I'm about as good at asking out girls I have a class with as I am at using a microscope.

Woman at the bank.

I saw the most adorable woman at the bank today. I was filling out a withdrawl slip, and she came over and asked if I knew the date. She was tallish, with shoulder-length red hair, and she was dressed in a way that was flamboyant but authentic, like she was dressing slightly colourfully because she enjoyed it, as opposed to because she needed to impress hipsters. I don't meet many women like that anymore.

She asked me if I knew the date. 'I believe it's the ninth.' I said. 'That'll work.' she replied.

She had a big personality, and I loved it. I imagine she probably brightened up the day of the bank clerk by being friendly and possessing a vigor for life. It's always nice to meet people like that. I try to display a similar character, after all, who doesn't love those kinds of people, and I could stand to get loved now and then. It's a hard personality to manage in trying times though.

Anna Karina

I feel bad because I haven't posted on here in a while. I suppose it's for a couple of reasons.

A: I came to the realization, that if I made sure to record any time I found anything attractive in a woman, then every time I went out for the weekend, there'd be about a billion posts of 'I just saw a girl with sort of 1920's style short haircut and cute socks.' Some people may want to read that, but I don't want to write all that. It's bloody exhausting, so I've been using a little bit of discretion.
B: I really just haven't ran into that many women as of late. I haven't been going out that much, and I go through bouts of introversion sometimes, where I would just rather sit at home and read and write and do other nonsocial activities than even talk to the clerk at the grocery store. However, now that I think about it, I did have a pretty cool conversation with the clerk at the Dollar Tree this morning. I was buying a dozen toy swords for a project I'm working on, and she mentioned that they were pretty cool toy swords for just a dollar. I agreed. It wasn't much of an interaction, but like I say, I've been feeling antisocial.

So, since I haven't posted anything, I decided I'd mention that I just watched Alphaville (1965) and I liked Anna Karina in it and she's cute.



Still, I wasn't super excited by how cute she was. Maybe I'm just going through a phase where I'm not interested in women like I usually am. I suppose it's possible. Honestly, it's been a weird day, and any further analysis as to why this blog has hit a slump would simply be TL;DR.

Lenore Skenazy

Sometimes I wonder, 'Do I have a thing for X type of women?' and I usually resolve that, no, I don't have a thing for X type of women in particular, but there are some attractive women who happen to be X type, and I really like women, so I pick up on that.

Enter Lenore Skenazy, she's the New York Sun (RIP) writer who made waves by letting her kid ride the subway by himself. She's a very New York City woman with a very New York City accent, and I would be a little surprised if I found out she's a goy.

Do I like New York girls? Do I like New York probably Jewish girls? It's a tricky question to answer, because I don't really know any. The first example of New York girls that comes to my mind is Sex And The City, and I'm pretty sure that I don't want to get involved with any of the women on that show after watching the first four seasons or so, and watching them dump hundreds of guys for superficial reasons. However, all the women on that show are sort of insightful in a neat way. Except Charlotte. Nobody likes Charlotte. I feel bad for Charlotte because nobody likes her. I'd date Charlotte, but only if she doesn't try to change me.

But imagine, if you will, the case of Lenore Skenazy. I just watched an interview with her, and she seemed like a great conversationalist and she thought about stuff all the time and had interesting things to say about it, and I bet she knows where all the good food is in New York, and maybe we could go ice skating at 30 Rock and catch a play on Broadway before rounding out the night with bagels. And getting Mohawks and killing pimps for Jodie Foster, because that's what people in New York are like.

I've also noticed that pretty much every woman who's in the media that I talk about on here is significantly older than I am (I turned 25 yesterday). I think this is because the media doesn't depict many twenty-something women who are smart, intellectual, and genuine. Or maybe I have a thing for women in their thirties and forties. I'm cool with that.

Anna Gaskell

I don't pay much attention to photography. However, I do notice the Gap advertisements that take place during The Office. That's how I know about Anna Gaskell, and what do I know about Anna Gaskell? She's cute and she either has large feet or wears shoes that are uncomfortable (and without socks?). That's all I need to know for this blog.

Cute Girl in an SUV

I was driving to the post office to turn in my Netflix, and in the next lane there was a cute girl. Judging from her bumper stickers, she's a psudeo-alternative Snot Topic shopper who is the weird one in her friend group, but all her friends are perfectly normal, and so's her boyfriend (I got all that from a generic Skull & Crossbones bumper sticker and a sticker for some band I hadn't heard of, I'm quick to judge like that). She was short and driving a tall car, so I could only see the top half of her head, but it was a cute top half. Also, she kind noticed when I tried to check her out, so I did that whole 'Hum-de-dum, I'm just looking in that general direction and it has nothing to do with you being there.' thing, so there's another reason why I couldn't tell exactly how cute she was beneath about the ridge of her nose.

Heidi Hollis

I don't keep it a secret that I'm a big fan of people with outlandish beliefs. I've been watching some of this woman's videos for a bit now, and how could I not love her? Listen to the authoritative and helpful tone she has while talking about shadow people and UFOs. I just wish she had more to say about bigfoot.

Fortune Cookie

I just ate a fortune cookie and the fortune was 'You will be attracted to an older, more experienced person!'

In ironic news, Oingo Boingo's 'Little Girls' has been stuck in my head all afternoon.

Cute Girl in Bio Class

There was a cute girl in my Biology Class yesterday. I didn't get around to posting it until today.

She looked like she was probably in her early to mid-thirties. She had a ponytail and cool glasses and a shirt with a whale on it. She also had hoop earrings. God I love hoop earrings.

Digression

I sent out a mass e-mail telling friends and family about my new blog earlier today, and I got an e-mail back from a friend who had this to say.

Men who constantly talk about "attractive" points about women sort of make me sick. I don't care about you wanting to see some woman's legs. You can take me off this mass mailing list now.

This kind of attitude toward the way men approach their sexuality is one of the things that I'm trying to tackle with this blog. I'm trying to show how a person can come across women, either in real life or in the media, and appreciate qualities that they have. It's simple; it's sincere, and it's unobtrusive. At least that's how I'm trying to portray it. Getting this kind of feedback makes me worry that I'm not explaining myself very well (and admittedly, I wasn't totally satisfied with my post on Franka Potente from the moment I published it). Still, I think boys liking girls needs to be de-villainized. I'm recording the times when I get attracted to someone. I'm not sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent. I think it's important to recognize you can be into girls, even comment on their physical beauty, without being a pervert or a misogynist. Attraction to others in this sense happens to most people. The way I see it, the way I find myself attracted to women is, if not completely unique, at least done out of my own alterity. Some would make one think that this is a abominable way to function, and people should hate themselves for noticing that Potente has great legs. This blog is intended as my way of showing that not only is there no reason for anyone to hate theirself for this, but as a matter of fact, when you realize that finding someone attractive stems from a genuine, authentic, compassionate self, you can't help but love yourself for the way you feel.

I want to round this thought out with a poem, which just happens to be my favorite poem in the whole world, that I feel does a nice job of explaining what I'm trying to say here.

In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said: "Is it good, friend?"
"It is bitter - bitter," he answered;
"But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart."

-Stephen Crane, 1905

Charlotte vs. The Shankers

I went to a noise show in San Francisco this morning and there was probably 4 girls there. They were all pretty cute. The one who I thought was the cutest was handing out flyers for a show on October 3rd. She was talking about a show tonight at someplace called the Razorwire. I asked her about it, and she was talking about it and I asked her if I could look up where the Razorwire was and it would tell me. She said probably, but then she gave me her number so that I could just call her for directions. I got a cute girl's number today, which is pretty awesome.

The only thing is, my friends The Shankers are playing tonight at Gilman. I feel like I ought to see them, since they've always been super good friends of mine and all. On the other hand, I don't want to miss an opportunity to get to know a cool girl. On the other hand, for all I know she's seeing someone, or she's gay, or she's just not interested, or whatever, and then I'll be at a cool noise show, but all the cool noise in the world will still leave me feeling disappointed because I was hoping to get to know a cool girl in that way. I'm not sure what I should do.

Jacqueline McKenzie

So I've been watching the last season of the 4400. First of all, it's such a bummer that they canceled that show. It's like X-Files, X-Men, The Matrix, and Heroes all rolled into one. I loved it how in almost every episode things would get considerably weirder.

But on a note more relevant to this blog, Jacqueline McKenzie as Diana Skouris is a woman who I have a hundred crushes on at the same time. She's all cool and shooting people and she gets to walk around and flash a badge and it's her job to make sure that bad guys get the fuck beaten out of them, but at the same time she's a mom and she's all sensitive and crap. Also, she seems pretty bright. I was really hoping that she'd be seeing Marco Pacella and fall in love with him, because the nice, goofy guys of the world need to win one for a change, but she dumped his ass hardcore for this dork named Ben who's not even really that cool, and he has this lame Kenny Loggins beard. Anyway, she's a very cool, competent and capable agent, and I like her.

Franka Potente's legs

I just watched The Princess and The Warrior (2000) and as a whole I liked the movie okay, but I wasn't super into it. Franka Potente however, is really good in it, and she's also super cute. She has the very wide mouth, and when she smiles it's really cute. Also, I think she has my favorite legs of anyone. She's got that sort of stocky thickness that's just adorable. Kind of like Thora Birch in Ghost World (2001). I was hoping I could get a picture of her where you can see her legs, but this was the best I could come up with on a Google image search. Still, she's a real looker, and she's a really good actor too.

This is the begining.

Hello and welcome to Women who Chuck likes. In this blog I'm going to chronicle girls who I think are cute or spark my interest in some manner.

To start us off here, this is a video about a tiger that's afraid to come off a tower. The zookeeper that they interview is a really cute girl.