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If WWII was an MMORPG
I don’t know why I find this so damn funny, but I do. Maybe cause I’m a history major who spends way too much time with gamers.
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Gymming
In an effort to combine all of my various interests into one easy payment, I went to the gym at the Greene today to check it out. On their little survey of things you’d like to accomplish with your gym membership, I noted that they did not include “health reasons.” They did, of course, include,
To Do
Find out what the next book for the SF book club is. Check out both local area Writers’ Groups (cause really, why not?). Check out the downtown boxing gym. Get certified on the local climbing wall. etc. etc. In short, be more social. Also, write more. You know… the usual.
Towards a Humanist Pornography
But what if there was another history of porn, one that was filled less with pneumatic shaven bodies pummelling each other into submission than with sweetness, silliness and bodies that didn’t always function and purr like a well-oiled machine? The early origins of cinematic pornography tell a very different story about the representation of sex,
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Lock & Load
In the spirit of more roller derby, less interpersonal squishiness, Travis and I went out shooting at his place yesterday. He lives out in the Ohio sticks, so when we got bored we holstered the glocks at our hips and went traipsing around the underbrush pulling useful things out of the creek and collecting interesting-looking
Lars and the Real Girl
Went out tonight and saw Lars and the Real Girl at the indie theater downtown… It was well worth it. The movie turned out to be much the way I expected it to be, which was a good thing. The beginning was a little rocky, and I worried over some of their pacing/narrative choices, but
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Next Up
Black Desert. Mmmmm juicy. It also occurs to me that it takes more than writing and sex to sustain me. Thing is, I spent so long judging my self worth based on what I could do, physically, on the things I’d done, my academic accomplishments, that when I stop actively reaching toward those things, challenging