Bridget and I were getting ready for bed a couple of nights ago, oddly enough, at the same time, and Bridget began to tell me about this “weird” sex advice show on late-night Oxygen. Apparently, some poor guy had called in, expressing surprise at the idea that uncircumsized men (which he was) have to do extra, ah, cleaning. Now Bridget, being a good little Catholic girl, was expressing disgust with the show in general, which is (according to her) presided over by an elderly lady that liked to give odd advice. My response? “You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen an uncircumsized penis. Well, I’ve never seen a penis…

Last night, I watched the first couple of hours of Mohabbatein, a Hindi love story, and oh-my-damn I must acquire that soundtrack. The movie is very… Grease-esque (actually, that’s a bit harsh), with lots of sappiness and singing and dancing and macho-tough-looking guys and beautiful girls whose personalities match perfectly the guys that want them, but it really is rather… sweet. Besides, I’m a complete sucker for some violin, and Shahrukh Kahn’s character was putting a killing on it. Based on a simple Google/Amazon search, though, that soundtrack is going to be ridiculously hard to find. A., the chick who brought the movie over for us to watch, suggested going…

Cuz I’m an idjit that forgot some stuff in the last one, although some are today news. Nothing so funny as the “sausagefest” bit, I’m afraid. I do wish I had a video to post of the Thorn guys separating at my sausagefest suggestion–I’ve never seen guys move so damn fast. An e-mail to the Old ManDear Dr. Car Guy, A trip to Wal-Mart this morning brought to my attention the rather rough idle of my babydaddy, Johhny. Even after about an hour of driving, the idle was rough (although it settled down immediately if I put the car in neutral, of course), and, in fact, the idle seemed to…

I don’t feel like expounding on anything at length, but didn’t want to make 15 short little entries for links, etc., so in little bursts: Process of the Creation of a 1200-Word English Essay, particularly for Dr. Foofoo McKnuckleberry T minus 10 hours: think of a couple of ideas for a thesis. It doesn’t need to be at all original. This should take about 2 minutes. Recommence previous activities. T minus 5 hours: start writing the intro paragraph. Get good thesis sentences down, all the while marking up poem/book with (hopefully) relevant examples thought up without extensive research/thought. Unless already hit with inspiration (un-fucking-likely) don’t worry about significance of argument…

Those sinus problems I was having a few days ago? They became identifiable as a full-blown sinus infection by Saturday night. By Sunday night, I felt like a big pile of shit, and called in sick to work. I ended up not going to class this morning after a light-headed/feverish spell made me fall in the shower (more embarrassing than painful), and the little sparklies in my vision wouldn’t fade for about five minutes, despite cooler water, putting my head between my knees, etc. I couldn’t get a sub for work tonight, so I went in, sniffled all over the microphone, and left after a half-hour. My temperature about a…