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Thursday, August 25, 2011

Who's this?


Darth Vader Backpack Model

In real life, it's unlikely anyone would actually use this backpack anywhere but a comic book convention. Before you buy one, think to yourself, 'Do I really have the guts to wear this in public?' Also, just don't buy it, because it's a stupid product. I like Star Wars a lot, but that doesn't make it cool to look like you have a small, fluffy Darth Vader clinging to your shoulders.

The Darth Vader backpack people had to find an awfully cute girl to model this monstrosity. Just judging from her looks and being completely shallow, I don't think I'd really like her very much as a person. She looks kind of Hot Topic-ish and she sort of reminds me of the woman in Sex Drive, which was such a dumb movie that I didn't even care for the woman in it even though she was pretty.

Yeah, I just couldn't see myself being happy with the Darth Vader Backpack Model. You know what would be awesome though? Is if Darth Vader had a backpack that looked like her. That would probably really freak her out. Darth Vader rules balls.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Who's this?

I feel like I've seen her in something but I can't place it.

i'm dumk

so the thin is that is fyour with your flyer it can't we that i wish i had a girlfrrind. but of course when it's late at night and you always thing about that sort of stuff you are always and with out............................................. but conscriptions are as consricpstions are and if you drunk enought vodka and yho af then it's okay.



Monday, August 22, 2011

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I got nothing. I've been sitting here at the keyboard for a few minutes now trying to think of something witty, or poignant, or stimulating to say about this, but in the end, I got nothing.

EDIT: After a good night's sleep I concluded that what I ought to say is that she's pretty and she's probably really nice and, while her predicament isn't anything to be ashamed of, I hope she didn't feel pressured into going on the Tyra Banks show, because what's going on downstairs is her business that she doesn't have to share with anyone else if she doesn't want to.

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Lacy Chabert

I was 13 when Lost In Space the movie came out. It was a really crappy movie, but I kind of liked it because of the little ways it depicted the future. I mean, things like space ships and aliens and time travel are pretty run-of-the-mill as far as science fiction goes. What captured my interest was things like the fashion, the small gadgets, stuff like that. Few movies depict things like surgery in the distant future.


Lacy Chabert played Penny in the movie, and I thought she was super cool. She was just beginning her awkward teenage years where she was trying to figure out how to be her own person, while still in the clutches of her family, and that was something I could relate to. Plus, Penny is a cool name. She was all alone up there in space with no friends her age, outcast in her own spaceship/home. Her older sister was able to shack up with that one guy, whom she had a crush on, and she really had no-one. They didn't even really do anything with her character in the movie.

And so, in my awkward and unbecoming pubic stupor, I totally had a thing for her. Now I kind of want to see that movie again, except it really sucked and I probably wouldn't enjoy watching it.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Fancis Bean Cobain

First off, I think the name 'Bean' is weird unless you're a British actor with a big pointy nose. Once, I was kicking it with my friend's band The Cysts (from Portland) this girl who called herself Bean started talking to us. She looked to be about 14, if I remember correctly. I talked to her breifly about the movie Shortbus, and she claimed that she felt odd about that movie because she was a dominatrix. Afterwards, we were talking about what a weird person Bean seemed like, and one of the other people said Bean told him she worked with developmentally differently abled people. So either she dominates them or she has two jobs. Or she was lying a lot. I don't know, she was kind of an odd woman.

About a week ago, my whiskermate Mackle, made a post on his blog about a photo set of Francis Bean Cobain. I don't think I'm alone here when I say the whole concept takes some getting used to. A while back I said in a post that Emma Watson would always seem like a young girl to me. With Cobain, it's sort of the same thing, except I was still pretty young when she was born, and I wasn't into music yet, so I didn't know who she was until I was about thirteen or fourteen, and this photo set is the first time I've seen a picture of her since she was a baby.  So it's weird and I'm not sure how I feel about it.

I don't really care for the photo set. It looks like a cross between a mid-90's Calvin Klein ad and Suicide Girls. Both those things I find sort of done-to-death. She's pretty cute. I hope she doesn't become a media darling because of who her parents are. If she gets in the public eye, I hope it's for some meaningful contribution that she's made instead. If that doesn't happen, I'm not that crazy about her. Plus, she's too young for me.

That's pretty inconsistent of me, since I have a crush on Marina Bukowski solely because of who her father was.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

soccer soccer soccer. football football football.

I don't have a thing for female soccer players in particular. I was about to say 'but I love me some soccer.' but in truth, I haven't really followed the game for a couple of years. I found this thing the other day, so maybe I'll get back into it. I make this post because I read an article about the 'Sexiest stars of FIFA' the other  night. Obviously, a physically demanding sport like soccer is home to many in-shape women, and I don't think there's anything wrong about getting the hots for female soccer players. Lord knows there's enough assholes who have the hots for that fucking shithead Cristiano Ronaldo. As long as we recognize footballers as athletes first. Or we don't, I mean, not everyone follows football. If you're not a football fan but you're a good-looking-person fan, it seems pretty natural. Moreover, I'd really like to start making a post or two where I don't feel I need to validate this blog because of the disdain of a few people. I guess it's just a bad habit.

Anyway, I can't think of any female soccer player who I have a crush on, but I've always been endeared to Mia Hamm for her contributions in helping to legitimize women's athletics in the public eye, as well as her sounding like a cool person in general.

Man, football is such a good sport. I'm totally going to start watching it again. And playing. As soon as I stop being fat and lazy, I'm totally going to start playing soccer again.

Monday, August 15, 2011

I love Bob Hoskins and other random crap.


I watched Passed Away last night. It's a really good movie that for whatever reason is out of print. It's a 'big family' comedy like Nothing Like The Holidays. I love movies like that.

Bob Hoskins is the star, and as I watched it, I reflected on how much I like Bob Hoskins. I mean, his acting is great, but I like his demeanor too. He's ugly, but in a cool looking way, and something about his personality instantly makes you like him and feel sorry for him if needs be. That's the sort of man I'd like to be. I'd like it if women of intellect and substance found me a wonderful social partner.

I recently lamented over a series of falling outs ('fallings out?')I had with several friends. More recently, something has triggered me to reflect on these. I think it started when I was feeling blue the other day for no real reason, and then I went to a party and got a little drunk and thought about calling one of the former friends to try and reconcile things with her. Luckily I didn't. So I was feeling really down about all this until about the time I finished Passed Away, which was almost exactly 24 hours ago, and I realized that in order to live a meaningful life and leave an honorable legacy, I don't need to have every friendship work out forever. In life, sometimes people wind up hating you, and perhaps it's best not to focus so closely on the people around you, as they generally let you down, but to recognize one's true path.

Also, I think there's a huge problem with feminism killing itself from the inside. Every day I be the best feminist I can be, and if that's not enough for some people, then what does that say about feminism?

This blog generates a TON of controversy and I'm not exactly sure why. Since when is it controversial to like women? To me, that's a part of my every day experience. I mean, this is like starting a blog about blowing my nose, only the subject matter is more fun. Not that I take women for granted, like I do blowing my nose. This blog doesn't reflect the breadth of female caliber, and it isn't intended to. That doesn't mean I don't recognize the breadth of female caliber.

Sometimes I think that I ought to start dating women who I'm not really that into. I think maybe I'd be able to get some stability in the world of dating if I didn't put so much pressure on myself not to fuck up, and I think I wouldn't put so much pressure on myself if I wasn't that into the women I date. I don't really like that idea too much though. First of all, it's rather two-faced. Or maybe not. I mean, I'm not intending to give dates the false presumption that I'm super into them. I've been on dates with women who I'm not that crazy about before, and it's usually nice but kind of uncomfortable, because for me to not be that into a woman who's not into me, it usually has to mean she's like a juggalo or something.

Also, I'm afraid of finding reasons to like a woman, and then convincing myself that she and I are good for each other when we're really not. My last girlfriend and I totally weren't right for each other, and I was pretty sure that was the case from the beginning, but she was into me so I decided to continue plugging away until I decided I was in the relationship 100%. Then she dumped me because we were too different. If I hadn't been so twitterpated I probably would have noticed that sooner.

One of the former friends from the falling outs I mentioned earlier kind of had a crush on me I think, and I didn't reciprocate because I wasn't that into her, and I knew that if I made any effort to get involved with her, I would quickly get really emotionally dependent on her and then we'd break up. The writing was on the wall. She has a boyfriend now who's probably a dirty asshole and I have to wonder if the falling out we had wasn't at least partially due to a part of her resenting me for not dating her. I know there's women in my life who I resent for not dating me. Well, just one really, and it's not so much that she wouldn't date me as that I got the feeling that no matter what she'd always look down on me, even if she said she wanted to be my friend.

I think that's everything I've been meaning to talk about. If everything goes according to plan, I'll be putting up some lighter, more fun posts in the near future. Thanks for reading! Take care!

Saturday, August 13, 2011

This list is kind of stupid.

I found this list on a message board. I don't know where it comes from originally or who wrote it. Some of the items on it seem pretty common sense, and others seem to be anti-kink/sex negative/separatist. Moreover, it oversimplifies a lot of situations that oughtn't be seen in such black and white perspectives. What say you?

This is a handy guide for women who involve themselves with men. I’ve recently received a bunch of comments from men who say that they aren’t rape supporters because they (1) have never “raped” a woman and/or (2) are gay. If you are around a man who claims to be anti-rape, see how he stacks up.

A man is a rape-supporter if…

He has ever sexually engaged with any woman while she was underage, drunk, high, physically restrained, unconscious, or subjected to psychological, physical, economic, or emotional coercion.
He defends the current legal definition of rape and/or opposes making consent a defense.
He has accused a rape victim of having “buyer’s remorse” or wanting to get money from the man.
He has blamed a woman for “putting herself in a situation” where she “could be” attacked.
He has procured a prostitute.
He characterizes prostitution as a “legitimate” “job” “choice” or defends men who purchase prostitutes.
He has ever revealed he conceives of sex as fundamentally transactional.
He has gone to a strip club.
He is anti-abortion.
He is pro-”choice” because he believes abortion access will make women more sexually available.
He frames discussions of pornography in terms of “freedom of speech.”
He watches pornography in which women are depicted.
He watches any pornography in which sexual acts are depicted as a struggle for power or domination, regardless of whether women are present.
He characterizes the self-sexualizing behavior of some women, such as wearing make-up or high heels, as evidence of women’s desire to “get” a man.
He tells or laughs at jokes involving women being attacked, sexually “hoodwinked,” or sexually harassed.
He expresses enjoyment of movies/musicals/TV shows/plays in which women are sexually demeaned or presented as sexual objects
He mocks women who complain about sexual attacks, sexual harassment, street cat-calls, media depictions of women, or other forms of sexual objectification.
He supports sexual “liberation” and claims women would have more sex with (more) men if society did not “inhibit” them.
He states or implies that women who do not want to have sex with men are “inhibited,” “prudes,” “stuck-up,” “man-haters,” or psychologically ill.
He argues that certain male behaviors towards women are “cultural” and therefore not legitimate subjects of feminist attention.
He ever subordinates the interests of women in a given population to the interests of the men in that population, or proceeds in discussions as if the interests of the women are the same as the interests of the men.
He promotes religious or philosophical views in which a woman’s physical/psychological/emotional/sexual well-being is subordinated to a man’s.
He describes female anatomy in terms of penetration, or uses terms referencing the supposed “emptiness” of female anatomy when describing women.
He defends the physical abuse of women on the grounds of “consent.”
He defends the sexualization or sexual abuse of minor females on the grounds of “consent” or “willingness.”
He promotes the idea that women as a class are happier or more fulfilled if they have children, or that they “should” have children.
He argues that people (or just “men”) have sexual “needs.”
He discusses the “types” of women he finds sexually appealing and/or attempts to demean women by telling them he does not find them sexually appealing.
He sexually objectifies lesbians or lesbian sexual activity.
He defends these actions by saying that some women also engage in them.

Friday, August 12, 2011

This day went from a carpe diem sort of morning to a 'Why don't we have more whiskey and cigarettes?' sort of morning within the space of about five minutes. I went to the store for granola and caffeine after breakfast, because chances are I'm going to be hungry again at some point during the day. I forgot to bring a CD with me, so I was listening to the shitty Top 40's radio and this fucking song came on, and it made me reflect how I've been doing in my love life and made me all fucking depressed.

Then at the store there was this cool girl buying groceries and I wanted to talk to her but I didn't. I spent a long ass time in the cereal aisle, because granola is too fucking expensive. Seriously, if I bought a brand new sports car and filled it with granola, I would have paid more for the granola. So I bought Malt-O-Meal® Cinnamon Toasters® instead. As I was trying to decide upon a cereal to enjoy, I heard her talking to this stupid old guy in line. She was hiking the Pacific Crest Trail. We get a lot of PCT hikers in our little town, stopping to stock up on supplies and R&R before going back. She sounded really nice and I should have talked to her, but I didn't. And now I'm really kind of depressed.


Sunday, August 7, 2011

Weekend of the bees.

I mentioned in the previous post that I felt I ought to spend more time socializing. Last Thursday, my father and I went out to the pub. Mac was there with a young and pretty friend of his. I was a little drunk so I told her I was going to give her a beehive haircut.

I tried to look up how to do it on Mac's iphone, but again, I was a little drunk. In the end, no, we did not complete the beehive. First off, you need a lot more equipment than we had: hair spray, combs, hair pins, etc. I did not have any of these things. I went home and got some, and then Mac and his friend The Mayan Cobra picked me up to take me to a party. I figured since the girl was a friend of Mac's she would be at the party, but she had already gone to bed, and I haven't seen her since, but I told her before I left that next time I saw her, it was on.

And I wasn't kidding either. I think styling beehives is going to be my new thing that I do. It takes skill, and it's impressive, and it's fun.

The 'party' that we wound up going to was really crappy. It was four kids sitting around a campfire drinking lousy beer and listening to Slipknot.  We left after a while and we all played video games at Mac's house.

The next day, I went into town to run some errands, and I saw a super-foxy woman. She was wearing rubber boots suitable for working, which I thought was an impressively bold choice, and she had a sticker of a soccer ball on her car, and soccer is my favorite sport. I think there was another reason I liked her, but I can't remember now.

She went into the library, so after I was done with errands, I went in there too. I saw her seated at a table working on her laptop, and I chose not to talk to her, because it looked like she was busy and stuff. I didn't have any reason to go to the library, so I checked out a couple of crappy videos and left. One was It Takes Two which was this really shitty movie about how teens shouldn't hook up on prom night put out by the San Benito Superior Court. I don't think the government should put out these kind of videos. I want my taxes to go to something better. Plus, the movie just really sucked balls.

Thursday, August 4, 2011

The Gospel According to Bunny

I don't keep it a secret that I'm a pretty avid reader of Lady Bunny Blog. I don't know how she has time to keep up such a fun, insightful, raunchy, and funny blog and be one of the biggest names in drag ever.

I bring this up now, because of a recent post of her's where she talks about having a difficult time convincing an Internet hook-up partner of hers to wear protection.

This post was interesting for a few reasons:

1. Bunny seems shocked that some people really dislike wearing condoms. I don't like condoms that much myself, but I like not getting/spreading disease, and I also like not having kids, so the good outweighs the bad to my mind. Still, I've always known there's a pretty strong movement, both among men who have sex with women, and men who have sex with men, of sincere contempt for condoms. I'm not saying it's a good idea, all I'm saying is that I get how safety could be a turn off for some people. It seems weird that Lady Bunny would be so surprised by all this. Or maybe she's not so much surprised as plain old sick and tired of whiny barebackers.
2. The great Lady Bunny gets laid online? There's an obvious stigma about online dating (or fucking) and I certainly would assume that Bunny wouldn't have to stoop that low. I believe there was a recent article in Village Voice that named her one of the most eligible gay bachelors in New York City. I would think that Lady Bunny could get all the sex she needs without trying to awfully hard. All this makes me think about taking a crack at this online dating stuff. I know a lot of people who do it and are pleased with the results. All my previous attempts at online dating have ended so disastrously that I pretty much concluded that it wasn't for me, but damn, I could stand to go out more.
3. To that end, I can't help but wonder if the lack of sex/relating that is my life is atypical. I mean, I was really reluctant to get involved with anyone while I was unemployed, but I have a job now, and I could stand to spend some time with some people. I know the reclusive shit can be bad for my health and what-have-you. One thing I've been wondering, is what is the average amount of dating/sex that a person has. I've been watching a lot of James Bond movies lately, and I have to assume that James Bond has an above-average amount of sex, but then my friends talking about getting laid now and then, and I think 'That seems like more than average, but how could it be, since the person who's doing it is pretty average.' I don't know. I feel like my approach to dating/sex/women is so fundamentally flawed, that I won't be able to come close to a normal sex/relationship life until I've gone through much introspection and years of expensive therapy. Until then, I have a blog.

On an unrelated note, I saw what is purported to be a recent picture of Casey Anthony.
I still think she's totally cute. I wish I could say that I was less shallow and her controversial past made me turned off to her, but alas. Perhaps the problem is that I didn't in any way follow her court case, and the only reason I know who she is at all is because I would see her picture and say 'Hey, who's that cute woman?' and google her. I'm not even clear on the details of the case. Sometimes it's hard to not care about relatively unimportant mass media hysteria topics, while at the same time having a shallow interest in the people said topics involve. Whatever. This post is to fucking long.