So, as per my last post, I recklessly and courageously dove into the back end of my website – after carefully backing everything up and then doing a bunch of updates. Several hours later, my one noticeable change to the look of my website was losing the custom favicon I’d already worked really hard to figure out how to install [insert stream of profanity here]. Continue reading
I bet you all were afraid I wouldn’t post any more after I quit the 100 days thing. Well you’re wrong.
I bet you all have been wondering what I’ve been doing with my brain in all this quiet and solitude…
Well, I’ve come up with a flow chart to help you decide when to, well… you know… Continue reading
My friend has just gotten started on internet dating. So far she’s gotten way more hits than she expected (YAY!), but the emails she’s been getting are clearly indicative of the fact men have forgotten how to pitch woo (Boo…).
Now, the pitching of woo is a different thing from the hurling of sheep or whatever it is they do on facebook these days. Woo (our deep late night patio discourse has determined) is something beyond dating, it actually precedes dating, it is the taking the effort to get to know a girl, convince her of your honourable intentions, sell her on the idea of dating before you even date. Continue reading
Brian ducks down to get through the small door, steps into the court. Mike is already warming up, lazily bouncing the ball off various walls.
“Hey, how’d the date go?”
“Alright… I guess.”
“Yeah. What’d you do?” Mike lines up to serve, really launches it.
Brian dives for the corner, sneakers squeaking, thwacks it high in return. It bounces off the back wall. “Point. …coffee.”
“Dude! Coffee? That’ll kill ya right from the start.” Continue reading
So, I’ve a friend just starting to get into online dating, which has caused and new budding branch to our usual conversation. This afternoon we got talking about pick-up lines, awkward moments, and those weird things you end up saying. So I told her about the time I asked a guy if he wanted to smell my fruitcake. Continue reading
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