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Yeah pissing myself is such a drag - especially for me, a busy guy on the go. Might give a few buddies the heads up about these great Penile Clamps at www.incontinececlamp.com AND only $90 Canadian for two - that's one for a friend!
How could you say no? In fact you may as well throw a russian mail order bride on there as well and make a night of it!
Either somethings up at Google or they know something I don't and I'm a lot more fucked up than I thought I was.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
Hatin' on the book
I actually hate the 'book.
What's your excuse for still being on myspace?
Mine is it's gay. Did you know girls on Facebook outnumber guys 2:1?
Not surprising. Not only am I driven insane by all stupid little apps informing me so and so has "bought you a drink at the bar" or wants to "see how similar our movie tastes are" or "challenges me to an arm wrestle" - do you think I've honestly got time for this purile crap?
But facebook has also been designed to shutdown two of my favourite things about myspace.
Stalking and spamming.
Stalking on randoms/hotties/people you despise and wish to see suffer is all part of the joy of myspace!!!!
Yeah I'm a total spam ninja. Bet you didn't know that. But wait, no - I consider myself like y'know, that dude Dark Angel. I may be a spampire, but I use my powers for good instead of evil.
And why do I want to hang out with and message people I already know? I know what they're like, the magic and mystery has gone and in the clear light of day let's face it, they're boring.
Sure, if you want to fuck your ex boyfriends best friend, Facebook, probably an option there. But you'll find me sticking right here, thanks.
This from the guardian:
"And does Facebook really connect people? Doesn't it rather disconnect us, since instead of doing something enjoyable such as talking and eating and dancing and drinking with my friends, I am merely sending them little ungrammatical notes and amusing photos in cyberspace, while chained to my desk? A friend of mine recently told me that he had spent a Saturday night at home alone on Facebook, drinking at his desk. What a gloomy image. Far from connecting us, Facebook actually isolates us at our workstations.
Facebook appeals to a kind of vanity and self-importance in us, too. If I put up a flattering picture of myself with a list of my favourite things, I can construct an artificial representation of who I am in order to get sex or approval. ("I like Facebook," said another friend. "I got a shag out of it.") It also encourages a disturbing competitivness around friendship: it seems that with friends today, quality counts for nothing and quantity is king. The more friends you have, the better you are. You are "popular", in the sense much loved in American high schools. Witness the cover line on Dennis Publishing's new Facebook magazine: "How To Double Your Friends List."
(god that last "high school" part was so 2005. Who honestly thinks that way any more)
PS I got propositioned by a potential Russian bride last night, Lyudmila from Minsk. looking for the "second part of her heart"
She was hot. Unfortunately I don't do broken english (ooooo racial)
Apparently "with men in Russia, there is much problems with drink " and they "not know how to treat woman well" so she is using "the internet to interlocute and find the love."
Hot. See? Only on Myspace, baby.
What's your excuse for still being on myspace?
Mine is it's gay. Did you know girls on Facebook outnumber guys 2:1?
Not surprising. Not only am I driven insane by all stupid little apps informing me so and so has "bought you a drink at the bar" or wants to "see how similar our movie tastes are" or "challenges me to an arm wrestle" - do you think I've honestly got time for this purile crap?
But facebook has also been designed to shutdown two of my favourite things about myspace.
Stalking and spamming.
Stalking on randoms/hotties/people you despise and wish to see suffer is all part of the joy of myspace!!!!
Yeah I'm a total spam ninja. Bet you didn't know that. But wait, no - I consider myself like y'know, that dude Dark Angel. I may be a spampire, but I use my powers for good instead of evil.
And why do I want to hang out with and message people I already know? I know what they're like, the magic and mystery has gone and in the clear light of day let's face it, they're boring.
Sure, if you want to fuck your ex boyfriends best friend, Facebook, probably an option there. But you'll find me sticking right here, thanks.
This from the guardian:
"And does Facebook really connect people? Doesn't it rather disconnect us, since instead of doing something enjoyable such as talking and eating and dancing and drinking with my friends, I am merely sending them little ungrammatical notes and amusing photos in cyberspace, while chained to my desk? A friend of mine recently told me that he had spent a Saturday night at home alone on Facebook, drinking at his desk. What a gloomy image. Far from connecting us, Facebook actually isolates us at our workstations.
Facebook appeals to a kind of vanity and self-importance in us, too. If I put up a flattering picture of myself with a list of my favourite things, I can construct an artificial representation of who I am in order to get sex or approval. ("I like Facebook," said another friend. "I got a shag out of it.") It also encourages a disturbing competitivness around friendship: it seems that with friends today, quality counts for nothing and quantity is king. The more friends you have, the better you are. You are "popular", in the sense much loved in American high schools. Witness the cover line on Dennis Publishing's new Facebook magazine: "How To Double Your Friends List."
(god that last "high school" part was so 2005. Who honestly thinks that way any more)
PS I got propositioned by a potential Russian bride last night, Lyudmila from Minsk. looking for the "second part of her heart"
She was hot. Unfortunately I don't do broken english (ooooo racial)
Apparently "with men in Russia, there is much problems with drink " and they "not know how to treat woman well" so she is using "the internet to interlocute and find the love."
Hot. See? Only on Myspace, baby.
Maybe . . . he’s just not that into dating advice . . .
Maybe . . . he’s just not that into dating advice . . .
I'd like to be a love and relationships expert!
But this whole dating advice thing is getting out of control.
I've been following the growth of the PUA (pick up artist) movement over the last year, and it maybe an ad JUST GUYS get, but myspace has fully begun promoting prominent PUA Neil Strauss's (he's also a journalist who wrote marilyn manson's bio and a couple of others) new book "Rules of the Game."
Check it out here
www.myspace.com/neilstrauss
It's just another PUA manual teaching guys how to get women to have sex with you as quickly as possible. The obvious blunder is that it's a book. Guys don't read books.
Of course this has become a little dumbed down for the mainstream, but all the basic stuff is their – the psychological manipulation, body language cues, alpha behaviour etc. etc.
It made me think. I was thinking shit, just as a hot chick cant go out anywhere now without guys being all up on her, within a few years, every dude will be using these techniques, like telling a beautiful woman her hair/nails/tan/boobs "look fake" or other psychological tactics designed to play on the insecurity over the value women draw from their appearance, and turn the submissive approval seeking behaviour around to the man's favour.
It's a worldwide society; as far as I know there is a secret group in each main centre (AKL, WGTN, CHCH, DNDN) of men who meet to share and plan psychological techniques to seduce women, and then they go out and apply them.
But really, its all so forced and rehearsed, all these little routines, pitches, magic tricks, stories etc. all designed to display the kind of "alpha" male confidence - ("DV" - Demonstrate value - being rude to a pretty girl is known as "DHV" - demonstrating higher value) that sweeps women off their feet.
Let me just expand on a classic PUA analogy without going into too much detail.
A man using this PUA shit is like a woman using a big pair of fake boobs. They've taken the idea of what a man wants – nice round boobs – and just created a ridiculous caricature. And PUA plays on what women want – a confident man of value – by creating a trashy canned routine out of it but losing the magical allure of natural attraction and leaving nothing but a big fake joke.
Sure, heaps of guys love fake boobs because they're there and they're big! But it's actually a turn off for lots of "real" guys too. And fake confidence will turn some girls off . . . most girls will fall for it.
For me personally . . . do I want to get involved with a girl who thinks I'm weak or not "alpha" because I'm not afraid to say "sorry" when I'm wrong, or tell her I think she's beautiful? That I'll ask her where she wants me to take her, not "this is where we're going because I'm Alpha."? Probably about as much a girl wants to go out with a guy who'd like you more if you had implants.
(Most PUA stuff instructs to barely compliment a woman if at all possible, and NEVER apologise for anything)
But just as I share what I know with guys who don't do so well with chicks – because trust me, it does work, it's just there is limits – I've been saying to my girl buddies . . . look this stuff up! There's a whole different bunch of stuff for women to read to learn how to get what THEY want – IE to get their guy to stay put and do as theyre told.
That's when I started reading all that "He's just not that into you" stuff and realised . . . dating advice for women based on basic psychological manipulation etc. is nothing new!
And sure enough this leads onto a host of psychologically themed advice for women on manipulating men and guess what??? Apparently it's got nothing to do with being thin! Who would've thought?
I think it has something to do with propping up his ego.
Sounds about right. I wish my mother would tell me she was proud of me more.
What was it? "How to become a woman men don't leave"? or something. Sheesh.
But what we have is . . . all this PUA advice stuff out there telling men to act like cocky pricks and force women to seek your approval, and all this dating advice for women say . . . don't chase, force him to chase . . . and then make him dependant on your emotional support?
Dontcha just love the 21st century?
"We are strong, no one can tell us were wrong
Searchin our hearts for so lo-o-o-o-ong
both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield . . . "
I'd like to be a love and relationships expert!
But this whole dating advice thing is getting out of control.
I've been following the growth of the PUA (pick up artist) movement over the last year, and it maybe an ad JUST GUYS get, but myspace has fully begun promoting prominent PUA Neil Strauss's (he's also a journalist who wrote marilyn manson's bio and a couple of others) new book "Rules of the Game."
Check it out here
www.myspace.com/neilstrauss
It's just another PUA manual teaching guys how to get women to have sex with you as quickly as possible. The obvious blunder is that it's a book. Guys don't read books.
Of course this has become a little dumbed down for the mainstream, but all the basic stuff is their – the psychological manipulation, body language cues, alpha behaviour etc. etc.
It made me think. I was thinking shit, just as a hot chick cant go out anywhere now without guys being all up on her, within a few years, every dude will be using these techniques, like telling a beautiful woman her hair/nails/tan/boobs "look fake" or other psychological tactics designed to play on the insecurity over the value women draw from their appearance, and turn the submissive approval seeking behaviour around to the man's favour.
It's a worldwide society; as far as I know there is a secret group in each main centre (AKL, WGTN, CHCH, DNDN) of men who meet to share and plan psychological techniques to seduce women, and then they go out and apply them.
But really, its all so forced and rehearsed, all these little routines, pitches, magic tricks, stories etc. all designed to display the kind of "alpha" male confidence - ("DV" - Demonstrate value - being rude to a pretty girl is known as "DHV" - demonstrating higher value) that sweeps women off their feet.
Let me just expand on a classic PUA analogy without going into too much detail.
A man using this PUA shit is like a woman using a big pair of fake boobs. They've taken the idea of what a man wants – nice round boobs – and just created a ridiculous caricature. And PUA plays on what women want – a confident man of value – by creating a trashy canned routine out of it but losing the magical allure of natural attraction and leaving nothing but a big fake joke.
Sure, heaps of guys love fake boobs because they're there and they're big! But it's actually a turn off for lots of "real" guys too. And fake confidence will turn some girls off . . . most girls will fall for it.
For me personally . . . do I want to get involved with a girl who thinks I'm weak or not "alpha" because I'm not afraid to say "sorry" when I'm wrong, or tell her I think she's beautiful? That I'll ask her where she wants me to take her, not "this is where we're going because I'm Alpha."? Probably about as much a girl wants to go out with a guy who'd like you more if you had implants.
(Most PUA stuff instructs to barely compliment a woman if at all possible, and NEVER apologise for anything)
But just as I share what I know with guys who don't do so well with chicks – because trust me, it does work, it's just there is limits – I've been saying to my girl buddies . . . look this stuff up! There's a whole different bunch of stuff for women to read to learn how to get what THEY want – IE to get their guy to stay put and do as theyre told.
That's when I started reading all that "He's just not that into you" stuff and realised . . . dating advice for women based on basic psychological manipulation etc. is nothing new!
And sure enough this leads onto a host of psychologically themed advice for women on manipulating men and guess what??? Apparently it's got nothing to do with being thin! Who would've thought?
I think it has something to do with propping up his ego.
Sounds about right. I wish my mother would tell me she was proud of me more.
What was it? "How to become a woman men don't leave"? or something. Sheesh.
But what we have is . . . all this PUA advice stuff out there telling men to act like cocky pricks and force women to seek your approval, and all this dating advice for women say . . . don't chase, force him to chase . . . and then make him dependant on your emotional support?
Dontcha just love the 21st century?
"We are strong, no one can tell us were wrong
Searchin our hearts for so lo-o-o-o-ong
both of us knowing
Love is a battlefield . . . "
Nibbles the mouse, Valentines, Electro funk badness
It's only just really sinking in.
I was obviously heavily in denial about Nibbles the mouse after hearing the news and it just hit me last night.
Nibbles didn’t hurt anyone. He liked walking the kids to school. And basically, some drunken dero fuck came and bit Nibbles to death, and I’m pretty cut up about it.
He was a friend to the children. Now little Nibbles is gone.
Auckland SPCA's chief executive Bob Kerridge says the woman is likely to be scarred for life by the incident, which happened on Friday morning in Devonport, on Auckland's North Shore.
The woman, whose name has not been released, was walking to her son's school with her pet mouse, Nibbles, nestled in her top.
Police say she was confronted by a group of drunk or drugged men, one of whom reached out, grabbed Nibbles and put him in his mouth, crushing him.
It is understood that the woman rushed her pet to an emergency vet, to no avail.
"I still can't believe someone would be so barbaric," she wrote on the TradeMe message boards on Friday afternoon. It has been one hell of a day and I think I need a glass of wine and a cuddle from my cat. If I have to go to court, I will. The b*****d should not be allowed to get away with this."
A lot of people think I’m just obsessed with money and sex but clearly, I also have weaknesses.
Sir Ed is apparently going to have a mountain renamed after him. So in loving memory, as a sign of respect I have decided to rename my penis "Nibbles".
So if I ask you if you feel like nibbles you're completely within your rights to call the police.
VALENTINE'S IS COMING UP!!!!
And my beautiful black beamer has got a frickin blown head gasket!!!!
It's gasket . . . Is BLOWN!!! And that's BAD!!
That means I have to walk around like a peasant. . . . A gasketless wretch without a gasket to my name. I am grounded for valentines!!!
The hopes of the silently anticipating young honeys that dot my life like acne on a greasy adolescents face are to be washed by the foaming cleanser of misfortune, unable to manage the logistics required for the deftly calculated romantic stalking behaviour for which I am well known.
I’ve decided to be more picky after recently being labelled a “root and toot” type of guy. What the fuck does that mean?
So for lack of options I will be marking St. Valentine's day by stalking my ex by sending her one of those innocuous cards where I have to pretend I totally do not want to get back together. At least her dad wont be able to turn the hose on me again.
It's for the best. I hate being the bad guy. I ain't no heartbreaker.
And I do not “toot”. I’ve never tooted in my life. If I even had a horn . . .
Well I’d be partying up with 80's black funk gods like this.
I was obviously heavily in denial about Nibbles the mouse after hearing the news and it just hit me last night.
Nibbles didn’t hurt anyone. He liked walking the kids to school. And basically, some drunken dero fuck came and bit Nibbles to death, and I’m pretty cut up about it.
He was a friend to the children. Now little Nibbles is gone.
Auckland SPCA's chief executive Bob Kerridge says the woman is likely to be scarred for life by the incident, which happened on Friday morning in Devonport, on Auckland's North Shore.
The woman, whose name has not been released, was walking to her son's school with her pet mouse, Nibbles, nestled in her top.
Police say she was confronted by a group of drunk or drugged men, one of whom reached out, grabbed Nibbles and put him in his mouth, crushing him.
It is understood that the woman rushed her pet to an emergency vet, to no avail.
"I still can't believe someone would be so barbaric," she wrote on the TradeMe message boards on Friday afternoon. It has been one hell of a day and I think I need a glass of wine and a cuddle from my cat. If I have to go to court, I will. The b*****d should not be allowed to get away with this."
A lot of people think I’m just obsessed with money and sex but clearly, I also have weaknesses.
Sir Ed is apparently going to have a mountain renamed after him. So in loving memory, as a sign of respect I have decided to rename my penis "Nibbles".
So if I ask you if you feel like nibbles you're completely within your rights to call the police.
VALENTINE'S IS COMING UP!!!!
And my beautiful black beamer has got a frickin blown head gasket!!!!
It's gasket . . . Is BLOWN!!! And that's BAD!!
That means I have to walk around like a peasant. . . . A gasketless wretch without a gasket to my name. I am grounded for valentines!!!
The hopes of the silently anticipating young honeys that dot my life like acne on a greasy adolescents face are to be washed by the foaming cleanser of misfortune, unable to manage the logistics required for the deftly calculated romantic stalking behaviour for which I am well known.
I’ve decided to be more picky after recently being labelled a “root and toot” type of guy. What the fuck does that mean?
So for lack of options I will be marking St. Valentine's day by stalking my ex by sending her one of those innocuous cards where I have to pretend I totally do not want to get back together. At least her dad wont be able to turn the hose on me again.
It's for the best. I hate being the bad guy. I ain't no heartbreaker.
And I do not “toot”. I’ve never tooted in my life. If I even had a horn . . .
Well I’d be partying up with 80's black funk gods like this.
Why women live longer than men
I'm having quiet time on myspace. I haven't cracked $2k a week mark yet this year and its not acceptable.
Don't take it personally because I like money more than I like you. The Beamer is not all good and trips to the doctor for that baby are not cheap.
Some people say that money isn't everything, and it is true that money doesn't look that good in a bikini.
Other than that I can't be sure what else they might have been trying to get at.
You should get my msn if you want.
I went to whangaparoa to DJ on tuesday and lord if I didn't weep with desire at the quality of the ladies.
But I do have other interests. I have a keen and inquiring mind.
This week I've been interested in scandinavian history, Gorbachev and the fall of the USSR, chernobyl, how we'll be living in the future and why women live longer than men.
On this last matter the conclusions were as follows:
No apparently the reason is that women like to stay alive and look out for their families, and women who have children later live longer.
Guys like me of course, having just survived a 10 year "testosterone storm" that promotes risky behaviour and high cholestorol, have not only got to impress chicks enough to get the opportunity to breed, but then have to put food on the table on top of that and all that stress and stress related behaviours (boozing, smoking etc.) is likely to kill me 5-6 years earlier than if I'm a chick.
Don't take it personally because I like money more than I like you. The Beamer is not all good and trips to the doctor for that baby are not cheap.
Some people say that money isn't everything, and it is true that money doesn't look that good in a bikini.
Other than that I can't be sure what else they might have been trying to get at.
You should get my msn if you want.
I went to whangaparoa to DJ on tuesday and lord if I didn't weep with desire at the quality of the ladies.
But I do have other interests. I have a keen and inquiring mind.
This week I've been interested in scandinavian history, Gorbachev and the fall of the USSR, chernobyl, how we'll be living in the future and why women live longer than men.
On this last matter the conclusions were as follows:
No apparently the reason is that women like to stay alive and look out for their families, and women who have children later live longer.
Guys like me of course, having just survived a 10 year "testosterone storm" that promotes risky behaviour and high cholestorol, have not only got to impress chicks enough to get the opportunity to breed, but then have to put food on the table on top of that and all that stress and stress related behaviours (boozing, smoking etc.) is likely to kill me 5-6 years earlier than if I'm a chick.
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