Sainthood = Angela

I’m an ass. Hands down, I’m an ass. OH! HANDS DOWN MY ASS! No, no…I can’t stand taking pictures. I really hate them. I feel stupid standing there waiting for a picture to be taken. So, I reckon that if I’m going to feel stupid then I may as well act stupid. I don’t think […]

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What would it be like to be a woman?

You know, I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be a woman. Think about it: in the war of the sexes throughout the ages there used to be only a very few people who actually knew what it would have been like to be both a woman and a man (the prime example is the Oracle Tieresias). Of course medical science has come a long way and these days it is relatively easy for someone to change their gender. But that’s not what I’m talking about. What I’m talking about is what would I be like if I were born a girl?

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Another one bites the dust

So, a friend of mine celebrated his getting married today. Hmmm. Let’s keep him anonymous and we’ll call him “Sam Sadeghi”. Yes, that will do. He finally stopped playing with his Mr. Happy long enough to actually get hitched to his girlfriend of the past few years. This was all well and good and it was great to see him and his new wife. The thing that was fascinating to observe, though, was how different cultures behave in get togethers.

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Sleep Combat

Many of you know that I have the sleeping habits of a bat and that I can get by on only a few hours a night. When I say ‘few’, it can be as little as two. Don’t get me wrong – I like sleep. Some of my best friends sleep. I think my parents often sleep, too. But me? Meh. I feel like the world is going by without me if I’m asleep. When I do sleep I find it to be one of those very nice, peaceful places where I can just relax. Well, you would think so. I never knew that going to sleep would actually require The Ancient Arts of Sleep Combat.

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Why do teenagers exist?

The mall. We went to the mall. This place is virtually a Bunny Buffet. The only bad thing about it? Most of the time ogling a bunny at the mall would land you in jail as they are typically teens. And the worst part of this teen age phenomenon? For the most part I CAN’T TELL HOW OLD THE YOUNG GIRLS ACTUALLY ARE! Which makes me feel like a dirty old man at times. A dirty, old man who is paranoid that just by thinking a young woman is attractive the FBI is about to pounce on me.

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C’mon – give a girl a break

So, I was scanning the news the other day because, well, I’m still unemployed. That’s what we do. It is just that in this day and age of computers and the internet I no longer have to go walk to a park and try and bum a paper off someone walking by. Back on topic. […]

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Every time we say goodbye…

Shhhhhhhhh…come here. Let’s have a nice, quiet conversation, shall we? You know – just you and me all nice and intimate because we’re friends. I want to let you in on a little secret: Today is my last day of work. No, no, silly. That isn’t the secret. The secret is that while I’m here […]

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The Age Old/Old Age Question

Angela and I went out to dinner tonight. Oh, it was interesting to say the least. Let’s just get some info out in the open: I like women. Keep in mind, I’m not a perv and I’m sure every other guy out there is saying ‘duh, dumbshit’. But no, I love women.

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