So a guy whips out a card, on it is a link to an online profile, you can check him out and if you like him then you can contact him. (paraphrased)
- from here.

mmm...seems a bit pussy to me. But then again it might just work.

Sure the shy guy, served by the cute barmaid, might, and I mean might pique her interest and get her to check out his carefully crafted and presented profile that as a glowing work of hours of tertiary education and online study is a polished advertisement of the man it portrays, and I am sure that some women, their interest piqued may take the stance that they have nothing to lose, and they might register their interest with the guy...but here's the crux, the guy who is shy, so shy that he hands out a card with a link to his online dating profile rather than actually talking to the girl will this guy, after the girl says "hi" back actually have the gumption, the confidence, the cojones to go on the first date and not then fuck it up.

As I commented on the website above I think as a novelty thing, it will work...for a time, and agree that it could be a great ice-breaker, but hiding behind a card is not going to suddenly give you confidence. And what happens when, and if, it goes mainstream, you have girls stumbling out of MOS at 3am with a handful of Hichoo's at which point it becomes passe, and she will still spend more of the evening with the guy who had the confidence to ask her to dance, to ask for her number and who made her laugh while engaging her in conversation. You would be better to link to your blog than a profile so she could read some of the real you, and get to see a little about what makes you tick rather than some polished presentation, and as for getting only 8 cards...that is the same as paying all that money for only 8 potential looks at your profile...not a good return on your investment, when you could go and print your own ~grin~ (mmm...a cunning plan develops ~lol~)

Hint: If you are a shy guy, then all that hading out a link to your profile will do is get you a series of first dates in which the confident guy who presented her with a Hichoo and created an intriguing mystery for her will vanish in an entree of salad and shy mumblings into his soup, and she will feel cheated, and your first date will remain your only date.

Apparently inspired by the movie Hitch, this is supposed to be the ice breaker for the guy who lacks the confidence in himself and "his game" to get the girl of his dreams...but in my opinion the guys who will find this most successful are those guys who already have the confidence to talk to the girl before giving her the card, or as another strategy for those guys trying to put into practice the pick-up theories they scrounged from between the covers of The Game. And while I confess that I think the "mystery" factor of it will work to a point, and there is a certain risk element that makes the guy look confident when he is not, I still think (and I may very well be wrong) that some women you give the card out too will be:

Married or in committed relationships,
A little freaked out at the idea,
Will take it and then tear it up when she gets out of sight, or,
Will smile and do nothing about it.
Yes, and some may take the time to look at your profile, and yes, some may even like what they see, and yes an even smaller number will have the confidence to actually then contact you...but they are not odds you would want to take to Vegas.

Last year in the Temple of Doom, Indiana unearthed: On This Day - A Meme

Technorati Tag: The Dogs Name, Women, Dating, Hichoo

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 20 comment(s)

I guess apart from the actual physical process of moving one thing that I keep thinking about is the mental process...the concept of finding a new place, a new comfort zone, or even creating a new refuge.

Home, is very important to me.

I have never denied this, and while it seems a little at odds for someone who has wandered the globe for the last 10 years, I still find the sense of creating "a home" important, having that sense of "castle" provides a comfort even as I know it also comes with ties. And while these are ones that I have severed in the past, the doing so also in some way damages the sense of place, that indelible stamp our things put on us, and I think we put on them is changed and our place is not really "ours" but rather just...shelter.

One question you are often asked when you are abroad, or live as an expat is "where are you from? Or worse "where's home?", for the first has a simple answer: Australia but the second requires more thought, is home the abode of my parents, the walls and roof that protected and sheltered me through my larval stages, is it such because it still represents a stable memory of growing up, or is it because it is a tangible part of the country I was simply born in...but the longer I have been an expat the more "home" has become a transient thing involving my "stuff" and the immediate walls of the place I retreat to for sleep and refuge...it has really become the place "I hang my hat", and yet there is a hesitation...as ties of family and ownership give a small hesitation.

So while I consider my home is here in Singapore, it is with a reservation, maybe that seeded by moving, maybe seeded by moving, by the newness that makes me question such...and the feelings of the past 2 years are now faced with a slight uncertainty of place...

Note: I just need to have a huge pool party as a house warming and find myself surrounded by a bevy of half naked female flesh then maybe I will feel a lot better? erm...but only maybe? ~grin~

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Update: (07:38, Same Day) Time spent in the cab musing the above make me wonder something...I have always said that moving on is the hardest because of the people it leaves behind not the place...but I wonder? Is the place so wrapped up in the person we are, or more so by the routines we set that it is the changing of these that creates trepidation? While I am not scared to move, since no-where here is more than 30mins away, is it the change of routine, the change of known geography that "sense of space and place" that keeps some people rooted to one location, while other embrace the learning of new routines, and a new life?

I have seen campers, hike along trails, past ever changing vistas only each afternoon to set camp up exactly the same way, as if in the midst of all the changing nature, they can exert some small measure of immediate control over their space in it...or the way as a creature of habit, we return to the same seat, or the same section of a restaurant so that while the meal may be something new to behold, the immediate surrounds are familiar.

Is that why as I visualise my new place, that I see "my stuff" located and arranged very nearly in the pattern it now holds...is it to exert some measure of control over your most immediate area?

Last year in the Temple of Doom, Indiana unearthed: A Dark, Dank Cave...

Technorati Tag: The Dogs Name, Home, Self

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 6 comment(s)

Moving is one of those things in which there is a certain trepidation...faced with the unsorted boxes from the last move, the acrewed junk*, the chatels of half baked ideas and forgotten hobbies, the electronic refuse of cheaply purchase intentions and never repaired usage...moving it seems not only comes with the usual connection/disconnection of utilities and the packing/unpacking of things but it comes with a whole pile of sorting...and to be completely honest...erm...sorting seems a little to grey to me, when it comes to my stuff staying or going I am more of a black and white kind of guy...and so I am faced with a task more daunting than diving with Great Whites, the sorting of one's life, the discarding of the fat, and the move to a new place.

The only diference between moving countries and moving apartments is that there is less paperwork and no pesky customs to deal with when they ask, "Sir, why do you have 28 bottles of Spirits and do you expect us to believe all that wine is for personal consumption?", but you do still have to keep an eye on the packers*, and there is still some paperwork...but the cool thing is the unpacking...and while this will make me sound a little anal, I actually enjoy the unpacking, the placing of everything in its place and in a place in which I can locate it without mounting a search party.

So I got the keys to my new place last night, and I must say there is a big difference between 1300sq ft and 990sq ft, apart from the obvious loss of one bedroom and a smaller living space, is the more comapct feeling of laundry in the kitchen...but there are gains, I know have a real bath, thats right a bath, long, deep and ready for whisky sudsy soaks after strenuous sessions of physical activity...ohhh...and the best news I have a Civil Defense Shelter (CDS) thats right in the event of a a Civil Emergency I have a concrete coffin in which to stick my head between my legs and kiss my ass good-bye.***

The saddest thing about moving, apart from a slightly longer commute to work is knowing that I now have to find a new local...while ICB and No. 5 on Emerald Hill are still great fallbacks and just as close, my haunting of Wala Wala will now happen less frequently after I move...anyone now any good bars in the East?****

* My little brother asserts that nothing is really junk, rather what one person see's as junk another see's as memories. Me, I still think I have a lot of junk.
** True story, friends of mine moving from Seoul to elsewhere were shocked to come back to their apartment after having lunch next door to find the 4 packers emptying one of his most expensive Pure Malts...needless to say the move was done for free...mmm...I wonder if hoping for a similar thing is some how morally wrong? ~grin~
*** This deserves a post all to itself...err...the CDS not my ass. ~grin~
**** It was suggested to me, that the women from out East are hotter than the ones in the West, any truth to this rumour? ~wink~

Last year in the Temple of Doom, Indiana unearthed: Music: Driving Or Driven

Technorati Tag: The Dogs Name, Moving, Man's Castle

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 12 comment(s)

So a weekend away with the kind of buddy's where any topic is open to examination and every character flaw you have is dragged into the light for the merriment of all. But the surprise topic was that of Online Dating...two of the group had done it and were still doing it...the surprise was one of my mates in the months after he posted his profile was getting 4-5 e-mails a day...A FUCKING DAY.

Now I am no genius (ok I lied, my test scores actually say I am ~grin~) but that is one of the best returns on your investment I have ever heard of...so would I, should I give it a go?

Now obviously I did give it a go, and more obviously I have had mixed results, some good first dates, that led to second dates, and even a few that led to third and beyond, only one that led to anything even remotely regarded as a relationship*, and given that my instant response to that ending on the weekend was to turn my profile back on in a display of pragmatic "getting over her", which very clearly told me that I knew it was not going to work, just as she did, and ending it before either of us got attached was the wisest course. However it was still a little bruising to the fragile male ego...since it was and of course is a rejection.

So the big question of course is: Where do you meet women that you would want to date?

Should I go the way one friend (thanks GG) recomended and just advertise myself on my blog, a "Dinner with Indy" marketing strategy in which one lucky (or unlucky) recipient would get to see the man behind the Blog. ~grin~ I can just imagine the response I would get to that ~lol~

I mean I have met some amazing people through my blog (and no I am not listing names, they know who they are ~grin~), but to advertise thus, it seems a bit too...erm...desperate in a ways that online isn't.

So with a new photo, with Indy looking rather GQ (if he does say so himself ~wink~) All there is to do is sit back and wait for the online "ego boasting" responses to roll in... ~huge grin~

* Several have however led to good friendships that have endured and are still growing strong, as have several of the blog meetings, but sadly many more of those meetings just lose readership and their once valued comments.

Last year in the Temple of Doom, Indiana unearthed: Square One

Technorati Tag: The Dogs Name, Dating, Relationships

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 19 comment(s)

Unexpected, so a huge surprise (unpleasantly so), and I am back at square one. (again)

Last year in the Temple of Doom, Indiana unearthed: Friday Indulgence - Daiquiri

Technorati Tag: The Dogs Name, Single Again, Relationships, Women

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 8 comment(s)

in a galaxy far, far away...

I would have to revoke my <geek> status if I was to let today go by without taking a moment to remember that 30 years ago today STAR WARS changed cinematic history, introduced Special Effects on an unprecedented level, and bought Sci-Fi off the pages of the pulp-novel and the B-Grade movie list and into the realm of the blockbuster.

Of course it would be 5 months before it made its way down under and a young Indy got to see the work of a young George Lucas, but to deny that he had a profound influence on the dreams and imagination of my larval stages would be to lie, and while I admit I always wanted to fly the Millennium Falcon, it was of course his later works that influenced me more, especially when he teamed with a young Steven Spielberg.

But for those who love the move despite the quirky lines, the crap acting, and a screenplay that would have been better as a birdcage liner, it will forever be a part of the movies that opened our eyes and made us go "wow!"

So with that in mind I will direct you all to this fan tale, and give you the Story of Chad Vader, Darth's younger brother ~grin~

Part 1 . Part 2 . Part 3 . Part 4 . Part 5 . Part 6 . Part 7 . Part 8

Update: Was going to post these in the comments, but for some more Star Wars funny's see: Cops (in the Star Wars Universe) & What happened after the Death Star blew up?

Last year in the Temple of Doom, Indiana unearthed: A New Hope

Technorati Tag: The Dogs Name, Star Wars, Geek

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 13 comment(s)

Meanwhile IRL, (and not overly thinking)...

Her: What about The inconvenient truth?
Indy: I think man has had an effect on the environment and climate, how much is natural planetary stuff and how much is caused by us can't be determined, but we are having an effect.
Her: And...
Indy: Well politicians will either get their heads out of their arses and try to do something good for all and not them-selfish-selves or the planet will just simply kill us and then life will continue here without us.
Him: Cockroaces will survive, they will evolve, create a cockroach culture, worship a cockroach god and religion will find a way...
Indy: Its more likely to be the dung beetle, and they will worship the life giving shit that provides nutrition and life to them...they will create a religion around some divine pile of crap that fell from some omnipotent arse.
Her and Him: ~laughing~
Indy: Or some black hole in space*
Him: Some black-arse-hole...
All: ~laughing~

While I make no promise that the above is a verbatim re-telling of the conversation (I blame the lack of clear recollection on the alcohol) I should thank Izzy, Milos and E@L for an impromptu and entertaining evening.

Oh, and as an aside, for those who keep finding my Blog by searching for "miss Izzy boobs/tits etc..."**, you would do much better to look here, or come back in a month after which she has promised to do something outrageous, since it has been awhile since she has and with a few poolside bikini parties (example) planned in that time who knows what she may decide to reveal, especially if she keeps her promise/threat/tease. ~grin~

NTS: Charge camera batteries and actually take camera to ALL future social functions. ~lol~

* Where in a parallel universe the politicians of a planet altered by climate warming found a way to bundle the planets waste and eject it into a black hole therefore dispelling it into some unknown universal sewer system that just happened to eject lavatory excrement over our planet some time in the future...much to the eternal happiness and religiously induced fervour of the planet controlling dung beetles.

** I still have trouble believing that I am the first Google hit for this search...now if only I really had some real photos to offer such eager perverts and voyeuristic types ~hint~

Last year in the Temple of Doom, Indiana unearthed: A New Hat

Technorati Tag: The Dogs Name, Conversations, Wisdom, Singapore Bloggers

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 2 comment(s)

This is not so much thinking outside the box, its not even thinking inside the box, rather its thinking about a box that never existed, and will never exist since the opportunity for thus has passed...its the hypothetical imagining of historical divergences and contemplating alternative outcomes.

Example:

What if in June 1815 Napoleon Bonaparte had not spent much of the day bed ridden with hemorrhoids or piles and instead of Marshal Ney had truly led the French forces at Waterloo himself? Or what if he had have been able to put his jealous-ego aside and appointed Marshal Davout his second in command? Would Davout have failed to pursue the British after Quatre Bras and allowed them to stand at Waterloo? Would this have led to a French led Europe, would French colonial conquests have been so easily conquered by the British, or even would the British Empire have led colonial thought for the next 120 years? For that matter would English as a language have taken the hold that it has?

As a way of questioning counter-history probably has its self aligned most closely to the idea of:

Some people look at is and ask why? Whereas some look at what isn't and ask why not?

It's about dreamy possibilities and thoughts of "what if", it's contemplative reasoning interested with cause and effect, and from studying not only what happened but also what didn't come to a greater predictable model of what may tomorrow.

Me, I just think the "what if" exercise is sometimes fun to play, its like stretching your brain, exploring history and your imagination all at the same time...like I said it's fun.

So what if:

Britain had allowed its colonies to have their own parliament and levy their own taxes, and the USA had never had to fight it's revolution?

Operation Sealion had not been postponed. What if Germany had invaded Britain and denied the allies a platform to launch D-Day.

James E. Files was telling the truth, wat if he really was the gunman on the grassy knoll? And what if he had missed?

Caesar had not crossed the Rubicon, would the fate of a nation remained SPQR and with the people and not become one of obsessed, decadent and selfish individuals?

Martin Luther King Jr. had not been killed, would his work have had as much resonance, as much impact with his life? Or did his message gain momentum with his death?

Or better yet, what if Pilot had not crucified a criminal called Jesus, would it have changed the world? Or would it have meant there were only two religions to fight over the Middle East instead of three?

So many questions, so little time, and here's me questioning even the validity of even questioning. ~grin~

Last year in the Temple of Doom, Indiana unearthed: Where I Is A Dirty Word

Technorati Tag: The Dogs Name, Thinking, Counter History

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 6 comment(s)

Just when you think its safe to go back in the water, that those pesky little dots are staring to line up in a somewhat organised manner, life has to through you a spanner* just to jam up the works...

It seems my housing agent has "dropped the fucking ball", without going into specifics, he (from herein referred to as W**) forwarded a chastising e-mail directed at him from our company to the landlord who construed that it was directed at her, at which point she (rightly, though mistakenly, got a little irked) and in reaction decided to terminate the continued contract negotiations.

A flurried apology from this end, has of yet remained un-answered and I am left in a situation of more than likely having to start the process of "house hunting" all over again, and this time with an even narrower time-frame to find a situation that meets my needs.

Can we all say FUCK, yep that's right, repeat it after me, FUCK.

Status Update: Landlord has accepted apology and is willing to progress with contract negotiations...breath being held at this end, will let out upon signing.

* The spanner in most cases being another person, whose incompetence, disorganisation, lack of preparation and general waste of life-force is a drain on both you, society and the collective average intelligence of the planet. Which only reinforces the idea that in order to get anything done efficiently it is best done by a committee number so low in single digits that only a person who loses arguments with themselves would fail to get anything even remotely reflecting productive done.
** This is not a reflection on his name but rather a reflection of his favoured activity.

Last year in the Temple of Doom, Indiana unearthed: Some Silly Trinket

Technorati Tag: The Dogs Name, Life, House Hunting, Agent Wanker

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:01 6 comment(s)

"I always thought that old fossils might have a lot to teach us," said Ponder. "Perhaps I was wrong," he added darkly.
"Well, I for one have never believed all that business about dead animals turning into stone," said the Lecturer in Recent Runes. "I's against all reason. What's in it for them?"
"So how do explain fossils, then?" said Ponder.
"Ah, you see, I don't," said the Lecturer in Recent Runes, with a triumphant smile. "It saves so much trouble in the long run. How do skinless sausgaes hold together, Mister Stibbons?"
"What? Eh? How should I know something like that?"
"Really? You don't know that but you think you're entirely qualified to know how the whole universe was put together, do you? Anyway, you don't have to explain fossils. They're there. Why try to turn everything into a big mystery? If you go around asking questions the whole time you'll never get anything done."

- The Lost Continent, Terry Pratchett

Sometimes I have to wonder whether this is the root of not only my problems* but most peoples...the idea that we spend so much time asking questions, pondering life, and seeking answers that we actually forget to, or conveniently ignore the fact that doing so means we are not really living the life we are trying better understand.

Does the asking of questions really increase us in ways we would have them? Or is it not the actual asking, but sometimes the answers that cause all the problems?

"For in much wisdom is much grief, and he who increases knowledge increases sorrow."
- Ecclesiastes 1:18

So while I realise there is a certain irony in asking the question, whether asking questions about ones life is a help or a hindrance, I still ask it...mmm...and as a final aside is it the questions, the answers, the lack thereof, or is it the doubt of self and one's place that such questions introduce that are the real culprit?

Is asking questions just another way in which we seek to complicate the simple and introduce complexity to that which is in fact quite basic?

* I suspect the root of my problem can be traced to a small beach in Tahiti, and that all my problems would disappear if I could only raise enough funds to while away my life in this secluded tropical paradise. ~grin~ As to my actual problems...erm...well...they are too numerous to mention. ~bigger grin~

Last year in the Temple of Doom, Indiana unearthed: Useless Canopic Jars

Technorati Tag: The Dogs Name, Questions, Life, Wisdom

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 5 comment(s)

expat dating chinese girl singapore "yellow fever"
[ google results here | search led here ]

Some searches you look at and wonder HTF* did that lead to my blog, others you look at and you have to nod in understanding since the blog would have to be ghost written for me rather than by me for it to not at least trigger the flicker of memory.

Expat: well that would be me, so I guess I am guilty as charged. ~grin~

Dating chinese girl: again I would have throw myself on the mercy of the court and admit that if seeing the same girl more than 3 times is dating, then I am, otherwise I am in that tenuous place called "getting to know someone". And if I close my eyes to remember what she looks like, then I again would have to admit that yes, she is Chinese.

Singapore: Wow, strike 3 already, I do in fact live in sg. so again hope the court will show some leniency when it comes to sentencing.

"Yellow fever": mmm, now this is where maybe my recent dating action will deviate from my stated position. I don not believe that I have the "fever", "flu" or even as one friends likes to call it, the "fetish". I would contend that I am an equal-opportunity dater and the current trend is one of demographics and geography rather than some desired type... ~grin~ ...however I can completely see the allure and would be lying if I said that the act of merely walking down the street here was not an act of pure neck control lest your head fly off from too much swivel action.

Let it be said: Singapore is a great city to sit and simply perve** at the passing parade of beautiful women, and I am not just talking about a front row seat at Highlander while all the club-dressed girls*** move through Clarke Quay.

* How the fuck? As opposed to, what the fuck?
** Or admire, but never leer. Leering is reserved for "dirty old men" in trench coats.
*** You know that certain special level of clothes where a normally reserved and somewhat demure lady dresses in sky-high heels and a clothing level that would not look out of place on a stripper or in which the articles of clothing are selected for their painted-on properties...personally, how can you not love them for it? ~grin~

Last year in the Temple of Doom, Indiana unearthed: The Tomb of Ozymandias

Technorati Tag: The Dogs Name, Wisdom, Questions & Answers

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 2 comment(s)

The simple reason?

I was bored, I wanted to test TACO HTML Edit (for Mac), and I was stuck for inspiration in a week that has involved too many pills designed to dull pain and too much clock watching for the inevitable oral surgery. ~wink~

There is a bit more editing to do, some graphic elements that need to be touched up to my satisfaction and I have to scan some hieroglyphs that I just finished translating. ~grin~ So I guess the next few days will see it take its final shape...

...but then who knows I might decide that I don't really like the changes and revert to the old one or I might find the inspiration that lately has been lacking and actually write something worth reading...

...or better yet I might, if I am really lucky, just get laid. ~wink~

Last year in the Temple of Doom, Indiana unearthed: Whatever It Takes

Technorati Tag: The Dogs Name, Blog, New Template

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 10 comment(s)

Before I got to not only where I am now, but when, there were a few too many episodes like this...

"Cos I think i should not be shallow. And give you a chance :)"
- a sms

While I think this statement was offered as a way to offer a demonstration of someone's attempted personal growth and a need to bring with her a more mature, and therefore a less frivolously superficial attitude to dating...I couldn't help but think the dating-karma-gods had decided to bite me on the ass, my own superficial actions were returning to remind me that the universe does believe in some type of balance.

So basically what she told me in this statement was simple: she found me unattractive.

And no matter how one dresses it up, offers explanations or psycho-babble bullshit on the formation of relationships...my interest in her was not being returned, and was not likely to be, I had been classified as a friend...and we all know what that means. (think of the sound of a plane plummeting to earth with a death wail and a stream of smoke that becomes flames.)

"And the truth is I find you a sincere warm guy with a good heart so I would like to hang out as friends and see if attraction can grow and thus feelings"
- a later sms

mmm, and my unwritten response to this..."that's not really good enough, I am looking for a dare to be great situation, not a wait and see."

Last year in the Temple of Doom, Indiana unearthed: Some Silly Bone Fragments

Technorati Tag: The Dogs Name, Women, Relationships

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 15 comment(s)

So the gods of genetics and development, advancing age, and an almost* perfect mouth have conspired against me and I have to see an oral surgeon...

...My first reaction, COOL!...I wondered, whether he could,

Lengthen my tongue,

Increase its strength,

It's stamina,

Re-wire it to wind like a corkscrew,

Or better yet, maybe implant a small vibrating device...

But alas all he is going to do is drug me, hack into my gums and cut two of my teeth into small pieces so he can remove them without damaging any of the surrounding teeth, one of which may already be damaged to the point of needing further work, he is going to charge me vast sums of money for this privilege, he is going to want to carry on a conversation, where everything I say will sound like I am talking with my mouth full of his fingers...and while I can't see it happening, or feel it happening, I am going to be able to hear scraping, drilling, grinding and the incessant hiss of the sucker as it dries my mouth of blood and spit...which means...

...I have to give up giving oral sex for a week...that's right, for one week its all about me receiving and being nursed...

Now if I can just find a willing, compliant, nubile, young thing to pamper and play up to my evil designs, life would be perfect...well at least for that week. ~grin~

* I hate how such a small word, means that no matter what way you look at it, you simply weren't good enough.

Last year in the Temple of Doom, Indiana unearthed: Cutting It Close

Technorati Tag: The Dogs Name, Oral Surgery, Ouch

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 9 comment(s)

Indy: Well?
K: It was ok.
Indy: You like her?
K: She's ok.

Translation: The sex sucked and therefore she is not worth the effort to spend anytime getting to know on a deeper level.

Unlike (as rumour has it) woman, men very rarely discuss sex with each other, we don't discuss toys, positions, or what you were doing with your tongue last night that had our calves cramping and our balls boiling, we keep these things to ourselves, we don't share, we are selfish and if we like you we are very tight-lipped...because while women may get a sense of perverse pleasure, a certain voyeuristic turn-on in sharing details, there is no way a man wants to contribute to, or even acknowledge that his mates may have a naked mental image of their girlfriend doing that thing she does.

So when a man is asked how was she, his response will generally be one of three things:

"I don't kiss and tell" or "You can't ask me that"

Firstly these type of responses says nothing about the sexual skill of the woman, and it should not be assumed that she "sucks in bed" simply because a guy utters something like the above...at the same time it should not be assumed that she is "mind blowing", rather there are only two conclusions that can be made:

1. He really likes her and does not want those within earshot to start thinking of his girlfriend sexually, or,
2. He hasn't gotten past second base yet...so he has no idea.

"It's ok"

It sucks. We all know that when a woman refers to a penis as "nice" she really means its small, likewise when a man refers to sex with a woman as "ok", it means he has had better and is in fact now reminiscing about that time with...what was her name anyway, nope not her, yep that one the blonde, the one with the legs that went all the way up ~grin~ Conversely if a woman asks her boyfriend about her technique and his pithy reply is "ok' it means simply, he has no idea how to tell you that you are not very skilled, nor how to describe to you what he wants to do without it appearing that he wants you to be a slut...when he does...or possibly he is hoping to avoid confrontation and that you will naturally and without guidance* transform into a sex-goddess through nothing other than repeated mediocre performances.

"Well first she got this rope, and then she..."

Erm...you are talking to Milos ~grin~

* Don't laugh for years women have offered no help at all when it comes to "going down", instead expecting a man to simply ready her mind...so is it any surprise that men are exactly the same.

Last year in the Temple of Doom, Indiana unearthed: The Wisdom of the Father - I

Technorati Tag: The Dogs Name, Sex, Relationships

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 12 comment(s)

Stuck for inspiration...two from my blogroll that got a laugh and a comment...

Sipping Wine shows why she believes men are right ~grin~ and the toilet seat should be left up.

And,

Bumbler wonders why the fuck white men still have their heads up their asses and insist on racial stereotyping asian women as someone who "never complains, nags or refuses sex"...erm...that would be because:

1. Such men have never actually lived in Asia or met a real Asian woman,
2. Such men have an over inflated opinion of their desirabilty that is directly proportionate to their perceived fiscal liquidity in such countries,
3. Or to quote Jack Sparrow,

"Clearly [they] have never been to Singapore."

Last year in the Temple of Doom, Indiana unearthed: Lazy = Comfortable = Lazy

Technorati Tag: The Dogs Name, Wordless Rut, Writers+Block

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do men always live in denile?
[ google results here | search led here ]

If you mean denial only about three things,
1. How good a driver we are,
2. How unbeatable and great our sporting team of choice is, and,
3. How good we really do look with gut hanging over our pants ~grin~

But if you really meant de-Nile, then well then only some men are ever truly lucky enough to call that river in Egypt our home, moving with its cycle of floods, knowing its tributaries and its long past, the rest of the men of the world, just long to visit.

turn offs - slutty women
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What I really want to know is how some seeking this as a turn-off managed to find my blog...damn I really need to be more careful about what I write...don't want anyone getting the wrong idea. ~grin~

Last year in the Temple of Doom, Indiana unearthed: More Bloody Canopic Jars

Technorati Tag: The Dogs Name, Wisdom, Questions & Answers

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At what price "quality of life"?

So the search for a new place to put my feet up, walk round in my undies, scratch, belch and fart has seen me wander all over this tiny speck of an island...and the one thing I keep coming back to is a simple, at what price is the quality of life offered by some locales quite simply worth it.

While a friend of mine is contemplating moving into a post-war* single roomed bungalow out east in his drive and desire to save (for him) the all important dollar, we are talking a single room place, currently an empty shell, conservation listed and without the most basic of amenities...and I can't help but think, that for more money and therefore less savings, the quality, the comfort and therefore one hopes ones life will be enhanced. And while I accept the measure of my happiness is not the yardstick used by another, I have seen and am seeing so many of my friends scrabbling to find a place before the summer expat exodus, pinching to save a buck or three in these rising costly times** and I have to wonder to what end? I have to wonder what their goal is...why this need for extra money saved?

Maybe more so I wonder how they can chose to put their life on pause while they scrimp and chose to just exist rather than just live? But then I guess thats a question as to the root of happiness? Is happiness worth an extra $200 a month, or $300, or how about $500, or is it worth extra time traveled not measured in hours but rather a simple 10mins? At what point do we sacrifice our "living" in pursuit of the dollar...since that is what I really see people doing?

I suppose the thing is, what does it take to make someone happy? Is life quality really improved by more banked money? By material "up-grades"? Which is at odds I guess for me, since I see the greater importance in friendships and joyous experiences yet still crave the restive nature of a fortress with which to retreat from the world...

* We are talking 1946 here, yes post WW2.
** I have also heard of a landlord signing a contract and then re-nigging on it because they were offered more money. (Which means you can all expect me to rant this week about integrity)

Update - I: (because I wrote above after the weekend) ~cautious~ Letter of Intent signed and delivered, cheque accepted...want final signature before true elation sets in, but new "babe lair" is starting to take focus, through the fog of viewings and the mish-mash of places I have seen. fingers are still firmly crossed...so have accepted the greater out-of-pocket expenses for living in that location...and hope the proximity to outdoors will add to "quality" of the experience, and let me explore a different part of this city: no more weekly HV for Indy ~lol~

Update - II: Owner has signed...so I have a new landlord and just have to wait for final inspections to take place, and the mover to pack my already smaller pile of possessions as I sell off that which will not fit and then I go through a process I have done before, unpacking, placing old memories with care amoungst new ones, and setting up a place that can be called "home" or at the very least "babe lair". ~grin~

Last year in the Temple of Doom, Indiana unearthed: Seeking The Familiar

Technorati Tag: The Dogs Name, Questions, Life

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A Boomer, a Flyer and a Joey walk into a temple...(laugh if you will but apparently this really could have happened)...

Like all modern animals, modern kangaroos originated in the Middle East and are the descendants of the two founding members of the modern kangaroo baramin that were taken aboard Noah's Ark prior to the Great Flood.
from Conservapedia.

Now this "Conservapedia" is supposed to be the Christian Rights answer to "Wikipedia", and a way of correcting the many errors expressed by geneticists and those who favour evolution over the newly termed "intelligent design". Marketing itself as the "trustworthy encyclopedia", it a strives with all sincerity (~cough, splutter~) to show the truth...but then as my namesake once said,

"...is the search for fact... not truth. If it's truth you're looking for, Dr. Tyree's philosophy class is right down the hall."

I'm sure there are other "classics" to be found buried in this vault of conservative knowledge, but I am too lazy to troll for them. However I do think this whole site is an example of why we should be licensed to breed and can be used as evidence that in humans it may not be a case of survival of the fittest and Darwin may have indeed got it wrong, or to bastardise a saying by Terry Pratchett,

"I'll be more willing to accept the idea of intelligent life on other planets when I find evidence of the same on this one" ~grin~

And as for Kangaroo's and the Ark, I have always found this cartoon to be hilarious, and one of the profound questions (~grin~) so I really would love to have someone who believes the above "encyclopedia" literally to please explain to me: Why is it so? ~grin~

Last year in the Temple of Doom, Indiana unearthed: A Shankara Stone

Technorati Tag: The Dogs Name, The Bible, Wisdom Of A Fool

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 5 comment(s)

There is always a nervous trepidation about meeting someone with whom you have only exchanged online pleasantries...there is the slight knot in the stomach built by the concern that someone may not actually be who they portray themselves to be...that the picture may not match, either because you have built expectations or rather they have shown only a partial image...either way it is nervous.

Whether I met them through this blog or the more deliberate method of online dating, for me the reconciliation of self-created image or "nice lighting" photos and reality usually comes (still) as a jarring shock...especially given that since most people claim to desire honesty and then actually fail to deliver it in their rush to sell their package...leading to consumer disappointment and rejection, or in the case of dating visual disappointment and the consumption of vast buckets of amber fluid.

So for me their is always a small trepidation, a moment of nervousness, usually quickly dispelled as first impressions give way to either "1st date auto-pilot" or genuine interest and attention...

So when my eyes ran (ok they lingered admiringly*, very deliberately and very slowly) up the low slung tailored pants...across the hint of skin and to the black lace tube top supported nicely and stretched just perfectly across a lightly tanned body...at first I could only see her from behind (and yes it was a PLA)...my eyes paused in their crowd scan long enough for me to think "wow, some guys get all the luck" before moving on, and then flicking back thinking "now why couldn't that be her", before again moving on, only to return, as peripheral movement caught movement, her: looking straight at me, smiling and heading my way...

..."Indiana?" she asked, as I in concert questioned with her name...

...extending a hand, which I took, if only to steer her closer as I stepped in to kiss her hello on the cheek (a double for good measure ~grin~)

Hand gently on her lower back I steered her towards the bar with the suggestion,

"Shall we get that drink?", a rhetorical question if ever there was one, while with eyes heavenward I had to whisper a "thank you"

This was obviously not one of those times where the reality falls far short of the expectation and falsehoods are revealed...this was one of those other times...(yes apparently they really exist, and can happen, so they aren't as mythical as I had thought ~grin~) ...one of the ones in which the planets align, karma gods smile, and you are happy you wore your lucky shirt.

* I realise there is a fine line between the definition of admiration and leering, but I am pretty sure I was on the good side and not the bad one, and even if I did step over momentarily she had her back to me, and if she didn't see it, it never happened. ~grin~

Last year in the Temple of Doom, Indiana unearthed: Some Dusty Tomb Filled With Statues

Technorati Tag: The Dogs Name, Online Meetings, Relationships

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asian lady in transperant dress
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(this search came from India...and this, a search request, from a country that wants to gaol Richard Gere for kissing a woman...in public. ~gasp, shock, indignation~ and while I will admit that honoring and respecting cultural conventions while in a country not your own is expected behaviour, does anyone else see the irony of such coming from a civilisation that gave us the Kama Sutra.* ~grin~)

So while I take pause at the irony of such a search, I do wonder if I posted any pics of such in the past and have forgotten, but just in case here is a lovely photo of "cultural clothing" provided (ok link stolen) from Mr. Miyagi. (and provided for the amusement of my mate Scorpy ~grin~)

* I still say postion 537 is impossible, even if she is a gymnist. ~wink~

maximus' dog's name
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Maximus' dog is never actually given a name in the movie, it is instead simply referred to as "WOLF OF ROME" in the screenplay. (see here)

Last year in the Temple of Doom, Indiana unearthed:My Trinity

Technorati Tag: The Dogs Name, Wisdom, Questions & Answers

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 1 comment(s)

Our only course of action is to live the best life possible. If a woman decides she's interested, she'll let you know. Expending all the energy we do chasing capricious chicks could be used in so many other ways.
- Wombat of Kiss and Blog

Amen brother.

Although Wombat is no longer imparting his dating philosophies and tidbits of wisdom, this missive by him really sums up the whole fiasco that is dating, that is the self-denial of her interest and the investature of energy and effort that will ultimately be wasted and for naught.

And I find this pretty telling about men in general, who in a more usual setting cannot be bothered in engaging in any activity that is a mere waste of time*...and yet when it comes to women, the clock no longer has any significance. And this is made none so apparent as when a man see's a woman he desires to know** better and with blinders he goes charging into the dating fray without so much as a sideways glance to check she is even vaguely interested.

Men usually take more care when it comes to purchasing a "toy", they gauge its suitability for purpose, will it fit where they want it, will it enhance their life, give them pleasure and offer years of trouble and maintenance free operation...but when it comes to women we are all ...erm...WOW, tits...legs...mmm...and all rational thought flees from the big head as quickly as the blood rushes to the little one, with out the slightest pause to check if the interest is returned. WTF is up with that?

* Given of course that if you enjoy wasting the said time, it is not really wasted. (apologies to Bertrem Russell for the bastardised and plagarised sentiment)
** Intellectually and Biblically. ~grin~

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Meanwhile in real life...

A nice evening spent in the company of crabs last night ~grin~, ok not really, but dinner and drinks with E@L, Spike, T, Smoot and MercerMachine rounded out a great day.

Some highlights included T telling E@L that "I want to have you in the back!", and the flustered split-second look on her face when she realised Spike was serious about whisking her off to Paris today if she would say "yes"...

...which followed with the quote of the evening from Spike when he told her that:

"you only have to sleep with me once...ok, more if you like it."

Now if that isn't a lie to rank up there with "this will only hurt for a little bit" and "of course we can just cuddle" I don't know what is. ~grin~

Last year in the Temple of Doom, Indiana unearthed:

Technorati Tag: The Dogs Name, Men, RelationshipsDating, SG Bloggers Meeting

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