How many times have you liked a page on facebook and then never posted on their wall?
When was the last time you wrote something? I mean something of value.
Can you say that you post a photo for 2 that you see or like. Or every 3? 10?!
This may be the age of hyperconsumerism, but please don’t be just a leacher or a peon or a simple follower.
Go. Create!
It’s morning and your alarm startles you. You awake to find yourself across the bed from her. You’re a guy, so usually, your first thought of the morning is “I need to pee” or “Fuck! What time is it?” if you’re me. But not today.
Gentle sunlight makes its way through the blinds and caresses her naked shoulder, thus making it glimmer in your hazy eyes. She slowly turns, and with the moves of a gentle cat, she draws near to smile you a “Good morning!”
It’s not sex, and it’s not love. It’s better than vitamin C on a harsh winter day. It’s better than sleep after a Mexican Drinking Night and better than water the morning after. You’re both still a bit dazed so everything’s moving slowly. It’s like the dread on a Monday morning combined with the hope of a Friday afternoon. Every sigh, arch and ‘oh’ is so mellow, yet every grip and thrust is stronger than Irish coffee.
The climax is like a slow dance at a highschool party, the shower after is an exclamation mark. You wear nothing but a t-shirt, to underline how naked your better-bottom half is. She is still naked, because she can…
Oh, right. Then, you eat your cereal, or whatever.
It’s funny how the human mind works, really. But the female mind is simply fascinating!
Some people are results driven. They don’t like mistaking motion for action. They like finality, and are willing to go to extreme lengths just to see that happen. They make for great executives.
It’s funny that woman executives are more efficient than men in the same position. It’s funny because women really like mistaking motion for action. For them, it’s not about the end result. There might never even be a finality to their game.
Apparently, women really appreciate being wanted. And just that. When they catch on to a guy that fancies them, they will live in that bubble for as long as they can. It’s amazing to witness.
The best part is their genetic coding, which makes them yearn for stability — a nice, constantly safe environment to bring up the kids. It’s usually the good guys that project this sort of image. So, it’s quite understandable why they like feeling wanted by a nice, good guy. Or two, or three. Nothing needs to happen, though. It’s all motion, not action.
Women like getting bonuses. So they really dig it when one o’ them bad guys acts like he’s interested. Bad guys are just sexy, and dangerous, and wrong. But women love it. The perspective passion adds so much value that they overlook the instability that would come with such a relationship. Not to say that there will be a relationship. Whether that happens or not is irrelevant, so long as the woman feels desired.
But here’s the fun part: women love it when a bad guy, seems like he does not want them. Moreover, he seems to be making a point about how they do not want them. The girl’s reaction is sometimes the same one as when the bad dude does want them. This time, there’s no prospect of a stable relationship that would be good for their offspring. There’s no real promise of passion, either. There are no compliments to fuel the girl’s ego. But said girl is excited nonetheless.
What happens is: the woman’s brain tricks her into believing the bad guy does, in fact, want her. Just that he might be playing bastard, which is the male version of playing hard to get. She will go ahead and do things that all women do: distorting reality to match her own ideas, see things that are not there as well as ignore whatever bit of information does not bode well with her fantasy.
Some women like to feel wanted, even if in their own imagination.
A week ago, Horia went from being “single” to “it’s complicated” and you instantly had an opinion about it. Especially the ladies.
Now, let me explain. I don’t have a complicated relationship with a girl. No, not even her! And I do not have a complicated relationship with a guy either. Although recent evidence might suggest otherwise.
I just decided I have a very steady relationship with code and coding.
I love its braces, its commas, its mood swings and its get-things-done take on life!
While it’s very rewarding, it is time consuming, and it does have its limitations. And yes, I’m thinking sex-wise.
But then, you can’t have it all; can you?
So, it’s complicated!
Cheating is whatever you are doing with someone else that you would not want your lover to see.
I just thought I’d remind you of what I just remembered.
Today, we saw the release of the PocketFox logo. We’re all anxiously waiting for this mobile version of Firefox. We’ve actually been waiting too long. And that’s a problem.
It seems to be taking forever. This means that the developers are busy polishing the product, getting it up to 99%. It will probably be released then, almost bug-free. But what are we to do in the meantime? Ever heard of Release Early, Release Often? The sooner you get your product out to the masses, the sooner it’s used, the sooner you get feedback on it, the sooner you can focus on the 20% of the functionality that will please 80% of the users.
Worse is better, kinda like less is more, is a model that holds in this fast changing world. We are already used to bugs, aren’t we? We don’t care. We just want those nifty features. That’s why Opera has taken the browser market by storm. They’re pushing Beta’s to users. And we love it because we get to play with the new toys, not to mention have a say in the final product through our feedback.
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When you’re taking forever planning the perfect first kiss, you’re missing the point. The point is that it’s supposed to be a kiss that you’ll enjoy. It does not have to be one to tell you grandkids about. You’ll have plenty of other stories to tell them.
In life, like in software, too much planning and polishing hurts. It’s quite rare that someone discovers a gem of an idea, spends years turning it into reality and being a total hit.
The things we use most today, all started as rough products, that were then blessed by progressive improvement. Twitter, facebook, youtube, yahoo, gmail, telephones, TV, pens, paper, houses, clothes.
It’s through progressive improvement that relationships will grow. The first step is to plant a seed, take some action, make a choice!
The rest will follow.
Everything worthwhile will have its dilettantes!
Discos are a great example. Most people go to the disco to shake their ass. A lot of people go to the disco to find dates. That’s all fine and dandy, as long as you find your date while dancing. Or after you’ve danced for a while and you’re catching your breath.
Whatever you do, the first reason for your being in a disco should be dancing. That’s it. If you’re hoping to pick up someone, that’s fine too. Just don’t let that be the ONLY reason you’re there.
I say this because, if that is indeed the case, you probably don’t like dancing all that much. You’ll probably end up just standing there, creepishly checking out all the other people who are having fun. It’s just like going to the library to pick up a person. It only works well if you actually like reading. Otherwise you’re a fraud. People will see through that, eventually. And even if they don’t, what kind of relationship are you really starting? A one night stand? A one-weeker? Probably shallow, meaningless relationship?
Are you that desperate?
The best way to pick up people is by doing the things YOU like! If you don’t like to dance, don’t go to discos. If, however, you like football, go to the game. You’re bound to make a hell of a lot more new friends that way. If you like beer, you’ll probably feel right at home in a pub. And that’s where you’ll probably find your next date. And if you do, you’re probably great for each other, since you met each other doing something you both enjoy.
Don’t be the fucker in the disco that just sits by the dance floor, drooling over the tits and sweaty necks. Don’t be the fucker who goes to the opera just to be seen coming out of the opera house. Don’t be the fucker who grows long hair just because you think you’ll be a smash with the ladies. Don’t get your boobs done if you’re actually a bookworm.
Don’t try to be someone else to get a date. You’ll be left with nothing. Enjoy yourself, and those who matter will love you for it.
Boy did we ever play football.
There were three types of players on the field:
The girls, with unbeatable tactics, and desirable decorations.
The boys, who played football when they were little, had fancy footwork and could score with their head.
And then there were the pussies, who spent their childhood pastime doing something else, apparently.
Naturally, I was the only one who fell into the latter category. That, and my disputed red/pink t-shirt accounted for my being on the girls’ team.
I was quickly joined by Moroi as goalkeeper and Cata, to even things our against te lads’ team.
I managed to score the first goal for the lasses, when it was three-null, after a very inspired pass from Dora. That was awesome, considering I had not scored since I was twelve or thirteen.
We had our fair share of injuries. Moroi was the first to fall, because of his bad knee. Then I had a massive collision with Dani. I was ok, but his nose was broken after that. I’m still sorry about that one, Dani. Rob, the blogless bit a chunk out of Cata’s shoulder when they collided, but they were both ok five minutes later.
The final score was 14 or 15 all… 10 all apparently, but that didn’t really matter. The funnies, the ‘marking’, the joy and the continuous running, or walking, we had outweighed the official result.
All stinky and sweaty, we then moved to Porto Arte. I got there and left right away, since my parents had just returned from their trip. So, while the footballers were all getting tipsy, celebrating their sore muscles, I was home, getting drunk with my folks.
I had a great time, all sores included. So I’d like to thank everyone. In no particular order, the players: Andrea, ily, Anda, Dora, Dani, Cata, Tomata, Paul, Ovi, Richie, Nuzzu, Luci, Rob, Moroi and yours truly.
I’m now waiting for the official ‘Zelist‘ from the blogmeet, the cheering fans list, and for pics from the game.
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