Monday, June 14, 2004

How to turn your PC into a Mac. Future articles will explain how to turn your Porsche into a Ford Escort, and how to make your Rolex look like a Swatch.

Things you find on the web: I'm not much of a communist, but I've always had a soft spot for socialist realism. I think it's socialist realism. That's the artistic style of the Soviet propaganda posters and whatnot, right? Anyway, who knew that Bolsheviks were alive and, um kicking? (Ganked from Apostropher)

Lastly- Men are so cute, psychologically speaking.
If anyone gives me any lip this week, I'm beating their ass. If any car cuts me off while I'm driving, I'm running them off the road and beating their ass. If anyone pushes their cart in front of mine at the checkout lane at the supermarket...You guessed it, a grocery-spewing ass beating is going to ensue. Why? Because yesterday Cynthia and I went Paragliding. For 15 minutes I flew: Riding the wind and gentle updrafts. Enjoying ultimate freedom as we swooped over the beautiful hills of Puli.
I have never been so terrified in my whole life.
I am still waiting for my balls to drop back into their dangling non-panic position. I didn't puke, but it was pretty close there at the end. Cynthia thought it was great fun and can't wait to do it again.
So you see, my subconscious is demanding a settling of scores for this horrifying emasculation. If I don't do something to balance my manliness back to normal, I'll have to start wearing a dress and doing pottery.

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