I have no idea what the point of Hex is. The episodes don't seem to hang together individually, and the arc's kinda wandering.
Now this is tight scientific reporting.
Objective: This paper seeks to examine the degree to which a major aesthetic procedure affects the patient's postoperative psychosexual life.
[...]
Conclusions: The results of this study affirm that cosmetic surgery patients overwhelmingly tend to feel better about their body after surgery. The sex lives of both patients and their sexual partners can be strikingly enhanced after elective cosmetic surgery, particularly if the surgery is focused on the breasts, abdomen, and thighs.
Wired links to it with the following headline: Cosmetic surgery leads to better sex, according to cosmetic surgeons
Well, yeah, for
people who have it.
Which is evident from the summary on the
Aesthetic Surgery Journal
site.
Okay, by tight I mean "attention-grabbing" and "suited to Wired." Actually, the fact that they link to the report is pretty cool. And it's not like the blog entry is summed up by the headline either.
Clickthroughs, baby, clickthroughs.
Hmm. I've been clicking randomly through these RPG-themed unmotivational posters. So far this supremely geeky entry has given me the biggest laugh.
I want a cupcake. Can I have a cupcake? The metallic tingling's back, and I think a chocolate cupcake could fix it.
You should definitely have a cupcake. Particularly if there are sprinkles.
How come ita gets a cupcake, and I didn't?
Is it because I gave up on Hex?
You may have a cupcake as well.
Cupcakes for all!
Sprinkles for them what wants 'em!
Beer for me!
I suspect Strega has more beer than I have cupcakes. By any useful measure. However, I think I have some chocolates left over from Christmas. Which was way too long ago.
Or I could go all the way to the kitchen and get, like, Horlicks or hot chocolate or even Milo.
You could order some Oh Chocolate chocolates, but that wouldn't help you right now.
I suspect Strega has more beer than I have cupcakes.
Nuh uh! I mean... well, once I start digesting it, it's not beer anymore, right? So I have no beer at all now. It's very sad. But probably for the best.
I do have half a... cannister-y thing... of German chocolate though. I'll give it to you if someone will bring me more beer.
The other Oh Chocolate brother was in town a couple weeks ago, and the Intro Fight instructor had us spar each other since we were both not introductory.
Sheeit. Dude knocked me around. It's hard to explain, since I didn't leave in pain or anything. But he knocked me around. When I grumbled about it to the instructor he pointed out that the guy was 90lbs heavier than me.
All I can think--least he could have done was give me chocolate. Before, after, during. Just give me chocolate.
I had a Ghirardelli chocolate. There was mint. It was...well, so sweet I don't want a cupcake anymore.
