In the words of Aeris...

...BY THE MATRIX!

Voltron the movie? Woot. THIS version? KILL ME NOW:

Marks' take is described as a post-apocalyptic tale of survival set in New York City and Mexico.

Friday Poll Time!

Of course, my vanity demands you talk about a subject nearer and dearer to me than y'alls, but have at it anyway.

[Poll #1044566]

I forgot how bad bed head with short-short hair looks. I found out this morning. I also realize that it will never look so good as when I got it cut. I need to pay more attention next time and figure out how the lady cutting it used the round brush to make it curl inwards. It has instead curled outwards, making me look even more like my second Simpsons avatar. Which would be fine if both sides of my head agreed to the one hairstyle. But they won't. Alas.

Your leer was sufficient, thanks.

I believe I've stated, many a time, how very much I loathe all sub-human creatures who feel the need to make uninvited comments about my physical appearance that are divorced from, say, concerns about my well-being (I would gladly welcome comments and offers of assistance were I to be hobbling down the street after being mugged, for example). For reasons that are obvious to every woman and (I would hope) most men, the constant reminder of the fact that I am in possession of OMGTITS and OMG they want them is really unnecessary. Also, it makes me want to take a hammer to your nutsack and leave you without the troublesome hormones that seem to be causing me problems. You are warned.

Today, I go to pick up a diet pepsi from the cart outside (it's cheaper than the machine in the cafeteria), and as I fish for my purse, I hear the guy say, "You want help with that?" I give him a funny look--confused as to why he should want to help me fish around in my purse, especially as, by the time he finished speaking, I'd extracted my wallet. I go to take out some coins to pay, asking him, very disingenuously, "Huh?" He repeats it with a nod at me. "With squeezing things. So much squeezing to do..." He trails off, laughing, as if he's been terribly boys-will-be-boys naughty-cute and isn't that so charming?

For reference, I am wearing my Lenore shirt that viridian got me for Christmas. Over a year ago, one of the post-docs at work politely told me that, given the unfortunate positioning of the word bubble on the shirt, it's divorced from the picture of a little dead girl and the wide-eyed hamster victims that she's going to love to death (a la Elmira). In other words, due to massive tit obstruction, you can clearly read, "So much squeezin' to do, so little time!" and see only the top of Lenore's head.

And isn't it so funny to comment on that and pretend that it gives you leave to LEER AT MY CHEST and to interpret the words there as a come-hither?

I fucking love Lenore the comic, and I love this shirt for its gleeful sadism (it comes from a short where she wants a toy with eyes that pop and mistakes directions and goes to the pet store and squishes hamsters instead for the eye-popping effect). So, clearly as this shirt somehow sends out radio waves to short-circuit people's brains, I must wear it only in the house and find THIS shirt and wear it out instead. I just need to add something about KEEPING YOUR FUCKING THOUGHTS ABOUT WANTING TO GROPE ME TO YOURSELF, PERVERT to it.

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In other news: more proof that evo-psych is TOTAL BULLSHIT. There are so many things wrong with that study, I can't even tell you. Basically, they hand-waved away a signficant detail wherein they showed that people of a different culture have different color preferences and biases because it disproved their affirmation of pink = girly. Forget that two hundred years ago pink = MANLY--PINK IS FOR GIRLS BECAUSE THEY USED TO GATHER FRUIT AND SHIT. Yes, because, clearly, men could not be gatherers due to their bias in selecting moldy, rotted fruit.

And this is another study meant to piss me off and no other reason. Women, as a general trend, use landmarks in their navigation more than spacialization. I give directions that have route numbers and major sights to see so people know they're going the right way. But that only applies to situations involving one or more persons (myself included) who might not know the way. The fact that I can navigate a grocery store because I remember the cat food is next to the garbage bags and tin foil doesn't mean I'm a better at shopping. It means I've, OMG, been to the store before and looked for those items. Anyone living next to a store for long enough will begin to memorize its layout and prioritize its contents according to what he or she wants/needs.

Also? GIVE UP ON THE HUNTER-GATHERER CRAP. Honestly, the workings of genes are far more subtle than "women collect growing food, men hunt moving food." And, once you start a community, you'll find that individuals with only slight improvements in a color or directional navigation sense really won't make an impact. If just one individual can spot the fruit or remember where home is, the rest benefit and survive. Community can muddle the impact of genes, so the less fit will also survive to pass on genes.

Making generalizations of this sort frighten me. There's nothing you can say is the sole provence of man or woman save the XX or the Y chromosomes (and, even then, it's tricky) from an evolutionary stand point when you are studying people so wholely shaped by their environment, which, more than ever, is masquing genetic effects with the interference of medicine and community. HAAAATE evo psyche....

DOOOD!

After a power surge, the cable box goes off for a second and then resets itself...

wellgull: Whoa, your VCR reset its time.
Me: Oh, that's actually the cable box.
wellgull: It receives signals directly from outer space!