Posted my George Milton.
Last night some friends of mine gathered to hang out while one of them was still in town. Eventually they decided whose house they would go to and their host, let's call him Lenny, decided they would all play Risk. I was instructed to call Lenny to work out where I should go to meet them.
"Here's the plan, George, the rest of them are going to Curley's house to get the game and then we're all coming here to play it," Lenny told me.
Curley had hosted a Risk night months earlier. Here's the thing, Risk is a good game, but it takes about fourteen hours to play. Six or seven hours into it, those of us remaining decided to call a truce and split the world up. I wonder how many games finish where anyone wins. Sadly, Lenny couldn't make it to that, so he enthusiastically suggested another Risk night be organized. The responses he got were mostly reluctantly negative. It's not that nobody wanted to play, just that they didn't want to play again: not for a while anyway.
So I told him, "Look, Lenny, I'm sorry you couldn't make it to the last Risk night, but it's not going to happen. You're not going to manage get the game or get people to play it."
Lenny hung up. A few minutes later, Slim called from Lenny's phone to give me an update. It turns out they couldn't get the game from Curley, so Lenny and Slim were going to go buy one. Afraid that Lenny would actually assemble enough people to play, I decided to sit the night out because I didn't want to be up until five in the morning trying to conquer the world.
As I learned later, it was actually a pretty good game. Maybe I missed out.
Sunday, January 31, 2010
Saturday, January 30, 2010
Some Girls are Weird
Posted by George Sand.
I was hanging out with a group of friends (future roommates, actually), and one of them, a little eighteen year old girl, was very forward and brazen. I had only met her once before -- and she did the same thing then -- where she tickled me every once in a while for no reason. In case you're thinking it's because she likes me, she doesn't; she seems to do this to everyone she meets, and no more to me than to anyone else. Not only that, she also did this thing where she puts her hand in the shape of a karate chop, and hits me in the chest with the tips of her fingers. Apparently, physically irritating people is just her thing, and if you can get used to it, I can see how it's kinda cute in its own way. However, when I touched her in any way, she hit me. Hard. I find this interesting because there's nothing I did to her that was any more invasive or violating than what she did to me several times, not by a long shot. And again, it's not just me: practically no one is allowed to do to her what she allows herself to do to others. I think it's remarkable the double standard that exists here (not surprising, but remarkable). Personal space doesn't mean you can say no whenever you want but deny everyone else the same right. If you're going to grab people's body parts, it's only fair to expect some return treatment.
As a side note, when I asked her how she would like it if I sneaked up on her and tweaked her nipple, she said, "Guys don't try that because they're afraid of getting sued or something." Strange that you would recognize that and not curb your behavior in any way.
I was hanging out with a group of friends (future roommates, actually), and one of them, a little eighteen year old girl, was very forward and brazen. I had only met her once before -- and she did the same thing then -- where she tickled me every once in a while for no reason. In case you're thinking it's because she likes me, she doesn't; she seems to do this to everyone she meets, and no more to me than to anyone else. Not only that, she also did this thing where she puts her hand in the shape of a karate chop, and hits me in the chest with the tips of her fingers. Apparently, physically irritating people is just her thing, and if you can get used to it, I can see how it's kinda cute in its own way. However, when I touched her in any way, she hit me. Hard. I find this interesting because there's nothing I did to her that was any more invasive or violating than what she did to me several times, not by a long shot. And again, it's not just me: practically no one is allowed to do to her what she allows herself to do to others. I think it's remarkable the double standard that exists here (not surprising, but remarkable). Personal space doesn't mean you can say no whenever you want but deny everyone else the same right. If you're going to grab people's body parts, it's only fair to expect some return treatment.
As a side note, when I asked her how she would like it if I sneaked up on her and tweaked her nipple, she said, "Guys don't try that because they're afraid of getting sued or something." Strange that you would recognize that and not curb your behavior in any way.
Day 1...
Dear friend,
Welcome to the first edition of Zihuatanejo. Now begins your journey to learn everything you never knew you cared about. I, assisted by some of my many cohorts, will take you on a lifelong trip around the edge of the chrono-synclastic infundibulum.
You may be wondering what it is that we have to talk about. Go ahead, ask us. Louder. That's a fair question, friend, and its answer is simple: anything. There are things that happen during daily life that are funny, weird, or just plain I-don't-know-what. Why not share some thoughts on them, let others know of something groovy you've discovered, or make up a story to make a lame situation worth reading about? I'd read that!
Now, I'm not going to lie to you. I like to hear myself talk and see myself having been read on the Internet. That's where you come in. I write then you read. You write some comments and I blatantly ignore them in my next writing. It's a dance of written romance and our song is playing.
Shall we?
- Winston Niles Rumfoord
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