Just found out a Cuban restaurant is moving to my neighborhood.
Oooh?
First day back at running a report, and of course I include the wrong attachements. Sigh.
T-minus 1 hour to sheer craziness.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Just found out a Cuban restaurant is moving to my neighborhood.
Oooh?
First day back at running a report, and of course I include the wrong attachements. Sigh.
T-minus 1 hour to sheer craziness.
It's the sort of thing that doesn't score a lot of points with high school girls, but becomes more attractive with age. That might explain why the girls I could have gone out with in high school tended to the troubled and needy. I mean getting treatment and suicide attempt troubled, not just slightly off. Maybe not having a serious girlfriend in high school wasn't a bad thing.
I had a serious girlfriend in high school. She asked me out. I never considered asking her out because she was seeing someone. Turns out she asked me out to make her boyfriend jealous, but we ended up going out together for a year and a half. (Of course, she cheated on me multiple times during while we were going out.)
Oooh?
You know where Grano is on the corner of Falls & Hickory? It's moving to where the pie place was on Chestnut and the Cuban place is moving in. Fun!
Ta-Nehisi Coates and commenters discuss the "nice guy" thing: [link]
I was scared to read the comments (Comments on the Internet aieeee) but they were actually pretty thoughtful and interesting.
I did have an amazingly bad date in high school once. I had several dates, because dances were like a free pass for asking girls out. I took a girl out for dinner and the inaugural ball for the new governor of Kansas (they had two, one for youth, and the grown up one). Pretty damn good setup for a date. Two problems One, they totally screwed up the facilities for the dance so we ended up standing around with a bunch of other teenagers waiting for the damn thing to start. Two, she wouldn't talk, at all. OMG, it was awful.
Silver lining though, I heard later that she took a baseball bat to her boyfriend, so really all for the best that it didn't work out.
I was scared to read the comments (Comments on the Internet aieeee) but they were actually pretty thoughtful and interesting.
I guess he moderates fairly heavily, but the comments on his posts are almost always excellent.
This morning at Chez Zmayhem: I am writing up a brief profile on Jack Kirby for a website (yesterday I did Ted Hughes), Emmett is playing with Legos, I'm eating cinnamon toast and drinking coffee. When I'm done with my writing we will finish watching The Matrix. This afternoon we start our last baseball tournament of the season in Alameda. This is the one where we'll play some games with our regular team, and some games mixing and matching with other teams (including an Australian team).
In sum: Jack Kirby! Cinnamon Toast! The Red Pill!
A completely unrelated blog post, but also with good comments (amusing, in this case): [link]
Ta-Nehisi Coates and commenters discuss the "nice guy" thing: [link]
I meant to post something last night in response to billytea, who said something about there being nothing wrong with being nice, but if that's all you bring to the table, don't be surprised to be overlooked.
And what I was going to say was: there's a WORLD of difference between a nice guy and a "nice guy." The quotes are there for a reason. A nice guy is, simply, a guy who is actually nice.
A "nice guy" is a passive-aggressive self-entitled asshole who whines and complains that the girls he likes never like him back, because they don't like "nice guys." They aren't, actually, nice guys.
Sounds like a pretty great day.