Thanks for the COMM, Steph!

Thanks for the COMM, Steph!

You've got me giggling about Arrested Development all over again, so thank YOU.

Y'know, it just now occurred to me that the Purity Ball is the exact opposite of Motherboy.

HA!

And ouch, that laugh hurt my sinuses.

OK. I have done some dribs and drabs of work for the paper -- mostly getting the stuff I need. Tomorrow will be HARD CORE DAY. I swear.

The tacos I'm eating for lunch are like the Platonic ideal of tacodom. Fresh homemade tortillas, steak, onions, cilantro, and nada else. Mmmmmmmmmm.

Those purity dads? Obviously never worked on a stud farm. They need to reword that pledge to eliminate the phrase "cover my daughter," unless that's what they're bragging about.

Yick. Even then.

Dept. of Random, and also HAR:

One of the doctors I used to work for just stuck his head in the door and said, "So, I know this is completely insane and improbable because you never take vacation, but last Friday my family and I were stuck in the Las Vegas airport and someone who looked exactly like you walked right past us."

It's a big huge world, except for the part where it's frequently ridiculously tiny.

British study finds that hot chicks are distracting:

Catching sight of a pretty woman really is enough to throw a man's decision-making skills into disarray, a study suggests.

The more testosterone he has, the stronger the effect, according to work by Belgian researchers.

Men about to play a financial game were shown images of sexy women or lingerie.

The Proceedings of the Royal Society B study found they were more likely to accept unfair offers than men not been exposed to the alluring images.

I have a couple reactions to that study:

• Duh
• Nah, not that simple

And then there's this:

The men's testosterone levels were also tested - by comparing the length of the men's index finger compared to their ring finger.

If the ring finger is longest, it indicates a high testosterone level.

Really?

And they call this a confirmed suspicion:

If a man is being asked to choose between something being presented by an attractive woman and an ugly men, they might not be as dispassionate as they could be.

I don't think it was so much a suspicion as something being bargained on throughout advertising.

It's a big huge world, except for the part where it's frequently ridiculously tiny.

Reminds me of two similar instances: (1) ex-girlfriend (from his h.s. years) of my brother's calls my mom four years after they graduated from h.s., "Was Kip in Walt Disney World last week?" She saw him standing in a ride line; (2) while in college, a h.s. friend of my sister's was in London with a friend who had won the trip from MTV, and they were lost just outside of the central district, when out of the blue she hears, "Liz? Liz Dillon?!" Turns out a h.s. classmate was in London on a work visa.