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| Isn't it annoying when all people post in their blog entries are online conversations full of inside jokes that no one else could possibly understand? I will never do that. It's only one step above the post about the overpriced handbag they "sooo want to buy." (But no promises on posts about cool waterproof laptop bags with conveniently situated notebook pockets.)
In case you decide to read any of the conversations below, here's some background info: V is a Filipino American. They tend to be Catholic. And Asian. An intelligent and upstanding citizen, V is "in between jobs." In other words, he's a bum. But he kicked ass on the GRE, so according to Career Services, he should be fine.
v: once i get back to working, i'd be back to the gym
me: sweeet
v: too expensive to keep going. $95 a month
me: 4 words: y m c a
v: no gym for me until I get a job
or going out at all
i need to get a job first
me: ah i understand
v: i just need to just start working out at home more
me: this is the catholic side of you coming out
v: you mean pre vatican II side?
where you had to memorize everythnig
speaking latin?
old school strictness?
me: i mean pre molest alter boys side
v: haha
v: yeah...it sucks that I can't do anything
unless I'm worknig atm
i mean I do have money saved up
but i won't spend it unless it's an emergency
me: you're lucky porn is free these days
v: i hate porn
porn bores me
my imagination >>>>>>>>>>>> porn ;)
me: haha
well i'll pass on your imagination
i'll use my own
thanks
haha
v: agreed
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| According to CNN, "Child porn cops arrest Children's Museum exec."
Brings new meaning to the Please Touch Museum.
Aware that only Philadelphians familiar with this museum would get the pun, I have strategically made the museum's name clickable. I wonder what the museum's webmaster will think when he realizes his website hits have gone up by a whopping 3 whole visits.
This image is completely unrelated to my entry, but thanks to Gloomy for posting it not once, but twice:
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| I just got a call from my niece.
"Are there saints online?"
I said to myself, "Shit. The heck are they teaching in Catholic school these days? That saints roam the Internet and can be summoned by logging on to some website?"
So I ask, "What do you mean?"
"You know, saints are people..."
"I know, but what do you want?"
"Information."
She wanted me to print out some information on saints. *sigh of relief*
I thought I was going to have to do one of those "Hey honey, Santa Claus isn't real" sort of deals. And of course, we all know he's the real deal, and is in fact black. But I digress.
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| I was walking to work this morning, when I saw a sign on the door of a decrepit looking building.
It said: "this building is alarmed."
I wonder what the news was that got it all distraught and bent out of shape.
Must be the housing market again.
This original corny joke, brought to you by me. Thanks. I'll be here all week.
If you do not get it, too bad. I hate explaining my bad jokes (of which there are very few).
They do not deserve to be analyzed, or repeated, or read. On that note, my bad.
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| I stumbled upon an article recently about how the main gene for baldness in men may be on the X chromosome, instead of the Y as commonly thought. Upon reading this, I said "shit." I have to admit, because of my dad, I've never been worried about losing my hair. But the maternal side of my family is another story. If this article is right, I'm going to have to be prepared. Rogaine may have to be in my future. But I'm a believer in the "bald is beautiful" mantra. I mean, everyone loves babies, right? So if I ever begin to lose the fight, I'm shaving it. I've done it before; I can do it again.
I don't remember where I read this, but I think this page talks about the same study.
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