Aren’t I just oh-so strikingly handsome and literary-looking? And to think, it only took 87 shots of me alternating between my repertoire of “trademark looks”, including (but - please – not limited to) The Full Smile (which makes my cheeks look too big), The Ne’er-Do-Well Half-Smile, and my time-worn “You Bore Me, Lets Make Love” Gaze (which I always imagined would look like something Ethan Hawke would affect in “Reality Bites”, but its way more “disoriented turtle” when you actually see it. How come no one ever told me?) I did figure out that if you take pictures from a slightly higher angle, you don’t have to do that college-girl/freshman 15 thing of balling up your fist and putting it under your chin to hide your neck fat. There was one other shot that came out okay - me, tapping away on my laptop - but it was a little too reminiscent of Stephen J. Cannell hard at work on next week’s episode of The Greatest American Hero, so I opted instead for the one at the side of the page.
I’m always amazed that our Netflix queues and Amazon picks can peg our personalities with a degree of accuracy that Sigmund Freud could only have dreamt about. No, a blogger profile wont reflect that the writer is orally fixated and has mommy issues (except on Myspace, maybe, where that sort of thing is your run-of-the-mill pick-up line) but if you come across a profile for a 42 year old female who’s into German Industrial music, knitting, and Back to the Future fan-fiction, that’s probably much more invaluable than a “Myers-Briggs” test in deciding whether or not you want to hire her for a front desk position at your law office.
Granted, there can be a fair amount calculated hype featured in online profiles, especially among creative types (who meticulously plot out those kinds of things, picking 1 new album for every 2 classics under “favorite music”, making sure they balance out any “graphic novels” they enjoy with something written by Vladimir Nabokov, etc.), but generally speaking, you’d have to be deliberately misleading to come up with interests so entirely idiosyncratic that you couldn’t see one person enjoying them both.
That is, of course, until I came across this headline.
Now - yes, yes - in case you haven’t heard, I do love my coffee. And sex? Ariel… Ookla… RIDE!
Now. Seriously, the kids wont even know we're gone; put on “Breakin’” and give ‘em some chips.
But, seriously... at the same time? This is not "You got your chocolate in my peanut butter" style shenanigans.
Sure, like any 21st century, 30-something wage slave, I’ve got a triple grande barista fantasy in heavy rotation. (Girl 1: “Oh! Sorry, sir, but we don’t open for another 30 minutes." Girl 2: “But… why don’t you come behind the counter… I’m sure we can whip something up for you…” And then from there, it’s all variations on a theme, depending on the shop. You know how that goes.)
But at no point, ever, have I thought to myself, mid-coitus - no matter how bad and/or ill-advised said-coitus was - “You know, I could really go for a Cuban-style macchiato right now.” Not once have I entertained the thought of re-enacting the “9 ½ Weeks” kitchen scene with a steaming hot cup of Kenya AA.
I’ve always heard that Ethiopians are fiercely proud of their coffee heritage, but this is true dedication.
Still, though, setting aside my own (uncharacteristically) prudish attitudes on the subject, this represents a major progressive victory in a part of the world where the incidence of HIV transmission is staggering. Perhaps there’s still hope for our own country, torn asunder by the redneck agenda though it's been; maybe there's still a chance to curb the average Bush voter's incessant breeding.
After all, how hard can it be to make a prophylactic that tastes like “Peanuts and Coke”?
11 comments:
ok that was random
now that was funny! great entry. but still not going for any coffee flavored prophalactic (sp?). gives cream in your coffee a whole new meaning.
lmao
You know, that peanuts and coke thing is pretty good actually! haha
Just don't get me to try fried Twinkies. I have to draw the line there...
where can I buy these condoms ?
I like the new picture, the literary thing is a big hit with barristas, I hear.
Aw, I'll miss the old crayon pic.
'Gay realtor in Florida' made me think of Tobias from Arrested Development for some reason.
And whua?
You don't have Blue Steel in your modeling repertoire?
I actually like Ethiopian beans.
They seem to have a grapefruit note to them.
My favorite beans still have to be the Malulani peaberry beans Peaberry's used to carry, and Guatemalan.
The Malulani was like drinking creamy liquid black gold.
It's 'pretentious'
Isn't that pretentious of me to point that out?
Wow... no, not "pretentious" at all. Yeah, right there in my profile, and now that you've drawn attention to it - MAN is it distracting.
Scarier; to find it on the page, I did a "CTRL F" search on the letters "pret"... and found to my chagrin that the words "PRETty much" appear at least once in damn near every entry.
Pretty heinous verbal tick!
Hi Ted. Found you through Viva. Your peanuts and Coke reference reminds me of an incident that utterly traumatized me when I was a little kid. Russell Johnson, the Professor from Gilligan's Island, was in some '70s episodic mystery show (damned IMDB won't help me remember which one) and he played a murderer who was found out because of his habit of drinking Coke with peanuts. Scared the crap out of me thinking that the Professor could kill someone.
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