Life? Strange. Very strange. Not only did Hedy Lamarr appear topless in a 1933 Czech film and co-invent frequency hopping, but her collaborator wrote a Ballet Mécanique for sixteen player pianos, xylophones and percussion, articles about romance and endocrinology, and a book: Every Man His Own Detective: A Study of Glandular Endocrinology.
I really thought Hedy Lamarr was going to be the bizarre and interesting part of that story, but it turns out... not.
so clearly you are drawn to stalkers
Drawn to? You told me to make eye contact with every guy. How does this involve me being drawn to anyone?
And weren't you the one warning me off krav guys? (Work guys are still off limits except for love match or hormone poisoning)
Every Man His Own Detective: A Study of Glandular Endocrinology.
I'm not sure I want to know my own body that well. I can live a full and happy life without ever palpating my own pancreas.
Quite the eclectic skillset on that dude, though. Someone will now pop up with ten examples of pro hockey players who also play Mozart and publish works on Derrida.
Actually, I believe it's Hedwig. Huh?
For bon bon
ita, I amended - not everyone since clearly you attract/are drawn to stalkers. since you know a little about krav men, I think that may be a viable option.
(Blazing Saddles joke. I don't remember the whole thing of the joke, but I remember its existence.)
Thank you, Nutty. It sounded familiar, but I couldn't identify it. So I went with the ever-witty "Huh?" But, seriously, Hedwig. Nifty.
msbelle, the caching is a little weird. That link comes up with the same message as mine. I ended up emailing the thing to myself to make sure it had the message I wanted and not my test message, which just happened to be "nipples nipples nipples nipples" and other lines my officemate and I were putting in from overheardinnewyork.com.