“Where are we going to go? To the magical land of vaginas and cake?”
Yeah yeah yeah, I know I’m reblogging my own blog but this is one of the things that she says that for some reason gets me every time. In one phrase she skewers my self pity but redirects me to some kind of Xanadu so I don’t noticed the evisceration.
Then I remember that I don’t much care for cake.
Says he who ate not one but TWO giant pieces of chocolate cake at a birthday party last weekend.
I am constantly campaigning for Ingrid to join Tumblr … then every now and again I think, “maybe it’s not so bad she doesn’t join”
“The lobster caught by Alan Robinson in Dyer’s Bay that is a typical mottled green on one side; the other side is a shade of orange that looks cooked.
Robinson, of Steuben, donated the lobster to the Mount Desert Oceanarium. Staff members say the odds or finding a half-and-half lobster are 1 in 50 million to 100 million. By comparison, the odds of finding a blue lobster are about 1 in a million.
Bette Spurling, who works at the oceanarium, said lobster shells are usually a blend of the three primary colors: red, yellow and blue. Those colors mix to form the greenish-brown color of most lobsters. This lobster, though, has no blue in half of its shell, she said.”
This looks to my incredibly uniformed eye to be chimerism, “The occurrence in an individual of two or more cell populations of different chromosomal constitutions, derived from different individuals. This contrasts with mosaicism in which the different cell populations are derived from a single individual. ”
Thanks, Discovery Channel, for filling my brain with this useless information. On this particular special, they featured a person with human chimerism, which is extremely rare. This person had a checkerboard pattern of light and dark skin alternating down the center of their chest. Wish I could find a picture, but alas, Google images lets me down.
I will NEVER get my head around the whole wear-your-daks-round-your-knees-thing. I went to the supermarket yesterday with India and we saw a guy on his teeny weeny clown bike with his undies clad arse hanging well above his jeans and I looked at India and rolled my eyes and she says ‘He’s hot mum’
I can get my head around just about all fashion trends and have been through many myself but this? Am I so very old that I’m missing something?
I saw a presentation once by a comparative anatomist that explained this pretty well.
In terms of bone structure, the biggest difference between men and women is that women tend to have wider, rounder hips that rise higher than on men. This fact alone accounts for many of the traits that consciously or unconsciously are considered “attractive” in women. Because the hips are wider, the femur is attached at the hips at a much more slanted angle than it is in men. This creates a balance issue for women that manifests in cute “toddling” and sexy swishy hip movement. Because the hips rise higher, this gives the illusion of longer legs and shorter waist.
Combined with narrower shoulders, the basic sexual dimorphism in humans that’s hardwired in—either literally, or as a sensitivity to these particular perceptual cues— suggests then that men are distinguished as having a long torso and short straight legs. This look reinforces that illusion. But why so extreme?
Remember that this hip-hugger fashion trend started at the same time for both sexes. When young women lowered the tops of their jeans, it also lengthened their torso, so to maintain the “feminine” dimorphism, they countered it with short tops, leading to the “midriff” look. But when young women lowered their jeans, young men had no choice—in order to obey their neurobiology—they had to lower their jeans even further.
So then combining it all with teenage hormones… we now have a new archetype of masculinity, which your daughter apparently considers ‘hot’. But as you can see, it’s completely natural.
I went back 50 pages, but am too tired to go back further.
Work has been torturous. Especially since the 6 project managers I am dealing with all suddenly realised that I am going on leave as of Friday and had that “oh shit can we just get this done before you go?” moment.
Also, to the many, many (surprisingly young and female) bloggers who I apparently followed because I found you interesting but have recently become soft porn distributors of the highest quality … thank you. If I did have porn subscriptions, I would now cancel them due to your high quality research, filtering and re-publication.
While I am sure it is doing absolute wonders for your respective Tumblarity scores (and as I have already said, is a lovely collection of eye candy), I would like to see some posts from you again, because you know, that’s who I started following.
Finally, I’ll be heading off on a road trip beginning Friday morning to visit friends across NSW (Wollongong, Sydney, Gosford, Terrigal, Nowra) and while most have their own internet, I am not the mooch-off type. So my interaction on tumblr will be very light on.
I will have my phone connected to twitter, eMail and gTalk wherever 3G services exist, and I will check tumblr occasionally, but will probably just do a search against my name to see if anyone wants me, loves me or dissed me. Mostly for the butthurt value :P
Don’t be clicking on this if you aren’t into spiders.
When showing this to my Mrs and drawing out on paper what the span of the legs and body would reach her reaction was to cringe, make panic-like whimper sounds and then declare she would need both of my shoes* to kill it.
* We have already determined from earlier conversations that my shoes are far better killing instruments than her shoes because:
— My shoes are larger (Mens Size 12 vs her dainty Womens Size 7s)
— My shoes are heavier
and I think this is most important
— she doesn’t like spider “ick" on her shoes
Please know and understand that if I ever do have an issue with someone, I am not the type to publicly humiliate or confront them - always preferring to deal with the person one on one.
My earlier posts were not actually about anyone in particular, but attacking concepts and attitudes.
Quite often it’s simply my very strange and twisted sense of humour being misunderstood.
If ever in doubt, just ask, I will not lie.
As for the butt hurt post, it uses “cold reading” language for a reason - it can refer to any one (if not all) of you, but in fact does not. All these secret tumblr messages are just a waste of electrons and I hope that point has been illustrated.
My phone is part of the rotary dial as I am indeed a certified First Aid Officer.
My day was interrupted by a call on the number a few hours back with a panicked voice stating they had an emergency just outside the meeting rooms.
I ran there to find a colleague collapsed, not breathing, white as bleach commercial sheet.
Luckily, merely repositioning them had them breathing on their own in a few moments and regaining consciousness quite quickly.
Something had initiated a shock reaction in their body. They had no recollection of a trigger - no stress, had eaten breakfast, was drinking plenty of fluids, had slept soundly last few nights, responded well to the stroke set of questions, rapidly returned lucidity, no anomalous heart rate, steady pulse, etc.
In less than a minute, they went from talking to their colleagues in a meeting to walking out and collapsing.
Looked after them, called their spouse and had them picked up to be taken to the doctor as they refused to allow us to call an ambulance and send them directly to hospital.
I t’s just a reminder at how transient our lives are, just how fragile and how quickly things can change.
I was in therapy for the better part of ten years. Free county mental health counselors, PhD psychologists, psychiatrists, LCSWs and everything in between. Here are two statements that stand out. They were said by different counselors in different states years apart, and related to different people.
1. Do not tell him you are leaving him by yourself. It isn’t safe.
2. You don’t need a witness. You were there and that’s enough.
In my experience, the only thing worse than going to therapy is not going when you need it. If you think I’m weird now, you should have seen me at 17. I’ve come a long way, baby.
You will too, Mary.
I full heartedly agree and reiterate that last sentiment. I’m coming out of a 2 year cycle of the same.
That was one psychologist every single week + one psychiatrist once a month ongoing for two years
In my case, I had to pay for it so that is $160*104=$16,640 + $240*24=$5,760 = $22,400.00
You want to know something? I’d go back and start even earlier and spend twice as much if I could.
Mary, I think I have offered it before, but if you want it I can be an ear. I can show you my diaries if it will help, but most of all, I, like so many people in this community, understand. We understand and we don’t judge. We don’t judge because we have all been there in one shape or another.
Just because you change the label of the box doesn’t mean the contents are different.
umn, I couldn’t decide whether I wanted to be serious or not, then I ended up being crazy so, umn, here’s some of my oh so many responses …
* no context for you!
* [box] can also equal [bucket] when talking jobs
* that’s what she said
* Just their name changes
* You still end up cleaning the same mess
* stop box bashing.
* tee hee you said box.
Your point of view is valid, but if they were to do that, then they would be absolutists. If the world was filled with nothing but absolutists, then who would take the role of diplomats? Who would build the fences? Who would be the scapegoats?
there’s so much talk wherever you go of God and religion. i don’t see the appeal. sooner or later you just figure out there are some people who don’t believe in God and they can prove He doesn’t exist, and some other people who do believe in God and they can prove He does exist. well the argument stopped being about God a long time ago. we all know that now-days it’s about who is smarter, and honestly. i don’t care.
Oh, wow, will you stop making intellectual love to me.
$5.00 says that 1) you thought this song was actually called “The Numa Numa Song” (its not) and 2) you had no idea that it was written in Romanian by a Moldovan pop group.
I am ashamed to say I did know that. Further, that until my recent mp3 hard drive crash I had the full album as well.
Of course by “I” I mean my wife made me download it for a roadtrip two years back.
Which reminds me - if you want a really fun time? Try this: put together a disc of music for your partner based off a list they give which is not indeed the songs or artists that they are actually after but instead are a set of cryptic crossword clues that you must decipher.
Allow me to demonstrate:
"That song that goes numa numa hey!""
"The Theme from Dr House. The second series"
"David Bowie I can Dance" … This was a trick, apparently she actually wanted "Safety Dance" (which is MEN IN HATS not Mr Bowie!)
"That song about a robot boy"
It’s like pictionary charades, without the drinking. O_O