There’s an old game in town that is creating a new class of celebrities: “speed cubers” who can solve the Rubik’s Cube puzzle blindfolded, one-handed or even with their feet.
I remember being in love with this puzzle circa 1981. Everybody who was anybody in the sixth grade had them and a second, miniature one on their key chain. At first it was amusing. Then frustrating. Then you learned to take it apart and put back together again. Then somebody showed you that there’s a trick to it. Then it was an all out snooze fest.
“Yeah, but!” you exclaim, “can you do it with with your feet?!”
Mao, Makisumi and Lo insist speed cubing is not as hard as it looks. In fact, they say they are surprised people admire them so much for something they say simply takes a lot of practice.
I attended a focus group last night. Two hours sitting in a room with a group of women talking about grocery shopping and coupon clipping, giving opinions on various junk mailers.
Nothing for nothing but, I couldn’t believe this session was a grouping of women in my age group. Many of them looked like they were my mother’s age. Only more wrinkly, out of shape and sporting some serious mom pants.
I prefer to think of 37 as being this or this. In fact, I like to think of myself as being “that 37” but I should probably look in the mirror once in awhile, it’s just not the reality.
But it motivated me to hit the gym a little harder and stock up on sunscreen. I don’t want to look 20 again, and I’m not even afraid of wrinkles. But I’ll be damned if I’m going to start clipping coupons and organizing them in a three ring binder.
When I was in college, my roomate—a tough old gal from New Jersey, used to always say “You’re too fucking friendly.” It annoyed her. She spent three years fielding calls from the “poor saps” I’d give my phone number to with no intention of ever talking with them again. I was that girl, I know. I know.
I still have a habit of being overly friendly. Like, I make it a habit to introduce myself to all of my neighbors if I see them out and about. They are incredibly friendly people.
I was walking with my building-neighbor last night and she mentioned that her husband reprimanded her because we’ve been so friendly—that there are a number of sex offenders in the immediate vicinity.
Those types of things never cross my mind. I’m offering up all kinds of information like, “I work from home. I live right there.” Hi, just call me TARGET.
So I’m discussing this with my interweb homies and it was decided that it’s not a bad thing to be friendly. But I may want to think about safety a little bit, hello.
Mace everyone when you meet them. If they talk to after that they’re probably ok.
It think it’s good to cautious but be wary of allowing paranoia to creep into your reasoning. Chances are that it’s harmless. At lot of creepy guys out there - and most aren’t sex offenders. There are lots of nice guys too - I like to think we outnumber the result of them. We just never get any action.
Get an attack monkey. Those things are vicious.
I said:
I would love an attack monkey, where do I get one of those?
Here’s how it works. Read the list below and the first thing that comes in to your mind, search for it on google images. Then, link to one of the images from results of the first page. (Please turn your porn filter on! lol)
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