I'm your secretary

Hey Parker, James Spader is coming to Brodaway this fall!

We love him in Secretary, so I might have to go check this Mamet play (I have yet to take in any Mamet offering on the boards). The TV in my dwelling had Boston Legal on the other day, which I happen to not watch. A James Spader week it is.

Not the way to start a Friday

Seen in the subway station:
A man with his pants down, about to wipe his butt.

I averted my gaze as soon as my brain registered vaguely what was going on.

I didn't want to process it anymore.

Yucky!

Like mixing oil and water: a review of Chemistry.com

Dating is tough. Especially where I live, so I turn to my friend the internet to make torture a tad less torturous.

I shelled out close to $100 for three months of Chemistry.com. The way it works, you take a bunch of tests and then get assessed a personality type, like builder or whatever. Since I hate contacting strangers randomly, I was hooked in by the site sending you matches and the "guided communication process." You can join for free, but you can't communicate with people unless you fork over the megabucks.

Each day, you get 5-10 matches. Even though you set your preferences, you receive a lot of people who don't fall into that. And Chemistry also sneaks in peole from Match.com too. For each person, you either say yes or no. The no button was certainly getting a lot of use from me.

For three months on the site, I communicated with less than ten guys and met only two. Those kinds of figures are disheartening. Also disheartening are men who seem to vanish randomly. Gee thanks. If interest is mutual, you can send your "relationship essentials" (how you rate aspects such as being neat, open, liking pets, and so forth) to review. If that's acceptable, you send the other person questions, and he answers, and you answer his questions. If those are a go, then you can exchange messages.

The people I met
Boy 1 was nice, but we didn't really click. It was okay talking to him, and I could see him as maybe a friend, but when I never heard back, I can't say I was too crushed.
Boy 2 was much better, and I thought he had much potential. He expressed interest in hanging out again and said he would message or call me, and natch, I never heard from him again, and his profile disappeared into thin air. That's lovely.

All in all, it started off promising, but then it fizzled out.

I'm going to try a new avenue and will report on that in the future.

Dork Yearbook

Awww snap, I had this outfit!!! My sword was pink, though.



Ahhh, memories.
(via Web Goddess)

Superoverrated

Agent99 and I dislike Seth Rogen. I hesitate to say "hate" because he was in Freaks & Geeks, and I adore that show. And he did co-pen Superbad. He just isn't appealing to me. And it isn't because Seth is not handsome or anything. Cease and Desist or Case and Report or whatever his new movie is called looks dreadful. Agent99 suffered though Knocked Up and warned me to stay away, which I have been adhering to.

On that vein, I don't get Kristen Stewart either. She's in Adventureland, which I keep seeing ads for. I don't think anyone I know likes her. At least Seth Rogen writes in addition to acting. KS just seems useless and isn't that hot.

And why is there yet another Fast and the Furious? Vin Diesel needed the money, it seems. The whole original cast did apprently.

I could go on for days about actors I don't like who are liked by the general public, but I'll stop there.

berries and apples

After nearly two years, it's nearing time for a new phone. But I'm having all this inner turmoil about what device to procure, currently leaning towards a BlackBerry since I'm not too gung ho enthused about the iPhone.

To me, BlackBerries seem like such a businessman device, and I certainly am no businessman. I went to AT&T's devices page and read reviews for the BlackBerry and read all these reviews by freakin' teenagers. The hell? Ugh.

I'm just lured because of the keyboard. I don't even text all that much (not popular enough). Do I even want to check my e-mail all the time? Not really. I don't like surfing the web on a phone, especially paying a lot of money for a fancier data plan. I'm torn because I don't really want to be in the Dark Ages but I'm not super techno-savvy either. Just give me a music player and I'm pleased.

Well, that's all my phone musings. I'll figure out this silly issue soon enough. I feel so primitive with my old flip phone. High-tech is not me.

Time to show this blog some love

Parker and I are both sick of winter, though it sounds like she has it worse than I do. Spring, where are you? And go away rain. I don't like you all that much.

Earlier today at the gym, I caught the latter part of "Womanizer" by Britney Spears, reminding me of how much I love this song. Britney's definitely one of my guilty pleasures, though I don't quite feel as ashamed as I should about this since she barely writes the music. So very catchy. I debated about buying a scratch-off instant lotto game but decided not to, not only because the machine was busted, but because I weighted the cost-to-benefit ratio and decided that caving and purchasing the Britney track would bring me more happiness that one minute of scratching off grey squares only to be let down but winning $0.

I'm tempted to blog about my experiences with dating in the city, but I dunno. In the meantime, here's a link to check out that is vaguely academical.
http://blogs.psychologytoday.com/blog/beautiful-minds/200808/being-in-the-friend-zone
Can you ever bounce out of the friend zone? Is there a time limit? Stupid friend zone!
This makes me cheer up:

In fact, the reality is that being in the friend zone is an honor: it means you are well-respected, have formed an emotional connection with that person, and are thought of as nice, considerate, and dependable. These are really valuable traits. And I really mean that.

Worth skimming and for the graphic at the top.

Okay, this post was all over the place.