Jericho: Proof of God's existance!

Thank you, God!!

Max: I Never Get Invited To The Fun Parties

16,488 condoms ordered for Antarctic base

Intrepid souls braving the cold climes of Antarctica clearly find traditional ways of keeping warm.

McMurdo Station has taken delivery of 16,488 condoms. The shipment last month constitutes a year's supply, ensuring the frisky can stay safe in the sack.

Max: Bi

Bisexuality -- What’s in a Name?

Is there anything more inherently suspicious than bisexuality? When a hetero male concedes attraction to another guy, isn’t his self-proclaimed "straight/curious" status just code for "gay, but not ready to admit it?" Or, could it actually be that we all have the same potential for experiencing the full spectrum of human sexuality?

Lots of research and a little common sense say that of all the above questions, only the latter gets an unqualified "yes." But who wants a fence-sitting bisexual on their team? Certainly not the nervous straights; or the sequestered lesbians; or the defensive gays. The transgendered probably don’t mind -- but who can figure them out?

And why should we try to fathom the Bs, when we’ve got enough work to do just carving out a niche for the LGTs? Besides, every reasonable person knows that going for a pint of chocolate or vanilla is a lot easier than contemplating 31 flavors at Baskin-Robbins. It’s no wonder, then, that bisexuality is often an invisible color on the rainbow pride flag - ironic, since nature apparently intended almost everybody to be at least a little bi.

It is a trend that’s getting more and more media attention. Look at Tila Tequila, the VH1 instant celebrity who got her own reality show because she was bisexual. (The gimmick was that she had to choose between groups of straight men and lesbians, and ended up choosing a man.) Or take "Torchwood," the futuristic BBC-series (starring out actor John Barrowman) in which sexuality is fluid and everyone is bisexual. But that’s fiction - what of real life?

Jericho: Hey, Baby! Nice set of ... brains!

People confuse me. A lot.

I need someone to explain this to me. A normal, intelligent woman puts on clothing. The clothing is revealing - it accentuates or some how shows off her breasts. This female then goes out into public and becomes angered when males examine her chest instead of making and not breaking eye contact. Now, if a store didn't want to sell an item, they wouldn't put it in the front window, would they? If you don't want people to look at your breasts, why show them off?

I ran across an ad on a dating site that just infuriated me. This woman had a very high opinion of herself to begin with. She was indeed somewhat attractive, but nothing out of the ordinary. This is one of my favorite parts of her profile:


The First Thing(s) People Usually Notice About Me

First, I get the dumb guy drool from those who notice my body.

Then, I open my mouth, and people notice the stark contrast between their foolish stereotype and who I actually am.


Then they notice I'm an ego maniac! Geez. The above would be just annoying, but the pictures she included with her profile make the whole thing insane. The first picture is of this blond, wearing jeans and a black top. But, she is squatting and leaning forward. So, the eye is immediately drawn to the deep "v" between her bra-less breasts. You can see all the way down to her stomach - no exaggeration. The second pic is the same girl in a red dress, cute but no big deal. The third picture illustrates the point beyond all else. Again, our blond brainiac is in a sexy top. This time, it's red lace and nothing else. Her nipples and tan lines are visible through the top. The caption was: "Eye contact, guys."

Okay. You put your tits out there and expect guys to not look? How moronic is that? Why set people up to fail? If you don't want guys to look at your boobs - hide them!

Just so you ladies who perpetrate this are aware, there is a reason why the guys you are attracted to never stick around. Think about this for a second: a guy approaches you in a bar while you are wearing a slinky, revealing top. He is very well dressed and never once obviously ogles you. Soon, you are dating this guy. Maybe you end up in bed with him. Then, he follows the pattern of all the rest of the guys in your life; he never calls you again or he simply dumps you and runs. Why does this always happen?

It's simple. If a guy doesn't look at your exposed, accentuated or highlighted boobs - it means there is something wrong with the guy! The male in question might be gay, married or a well rehearsed "playa". Once he gets whatever it is he wants out of you, i.e. access to your closet, a b.j., a romp in the sack, etc. - he moves on. You fell for him because he recognised your weakness. Your "booby trap" actually turned out to be a "tell" - he was able to defuse it and get to whatever he wanted from you.

Now, had you just gone with the guy who drooled all over your boobs - at least you would know he was honest, right up front. Yeah, maybe he's not into your brain, but at least you know his sex drive is working and in the right place. Next time you date him, put the girls in a sling and see if he can have a real conversation. If he can, let him go to third base after the fourth or fifth glass of wine, as a reward.

As for the brainiac with the moronic profile, I flagged her "nip pic" as inappropriate for the site. The site removed it this morning. Dumb Ass.

Max: Sex and Nudity Aren't Good Reasons to Fire Someone -

Sex and Nudity Aren't Good Reasons to Fire Someone

I am so sick of the priggishness. Tired of people making assumptions about a person based on their perceptions of the other's sexuality -- especially when they base those assumptions on the single dimension of online expression. Flabbergasted at the assumption that if you participate in adult activity online, you must lack judgment, integrity or reliability.

Jericho: How do you make a hormone?

I just had a strange set of thoughts sitting here at my desk, day dreaming as I work.

As some of you know, my hormone levels are pretty low. I wrote about this a while back.

The odd thought process I just went through went something like this: if I had to choose between playing a video game, having a real meal (not diet food) or having sex, having sex would come in at a serious third place. At my hormone level and my current body image level, this might be understandable.

However, my next thought unsettled me a bit. I tried to think of two things I hated doing. Instantly, washing dishes and going to work came to mind. When I compared them to having sex, I was forced to pause. While I would rather have sex than go to work, I would probably rather do dishes than have sex. I assumed that I would have put sex at the top of that list, but when I actually stopped to think about it, sex came in second. That is so not normal, nor is it right.