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Brilliant. Bloody Brilliant.

She is like a parrot! Unfortunately not an ex-parrot...

For a moment I thought this was going to be a Michael Palin video.

There need to be more ex-Pythons commenting on this election, it's made-to-order for them. Speaking of which, has anyone managed to get *Michael* Palin to comment?

Optimus... Do you know how rare it is for a guy to actually like the obscure references (to anything) I make?

For the rest of the day we'll be H.(b) H. Holding (big) Hands.

Pet Shop is one of the all-time great Monty Python skits. I've been staring at my screen trying to figure out how to incorporate any of the good lines into a comment, but the truth is that none of them really work well until after the election...

I wish he were my daddy.

Annnnnnnnd...Porkchop goes and proves me wrong. S'okay. Grrr. Although the original line was "pining for the fields"; excellent twist.

Right after hitting Post I remembered some dude on Rachel Maddow last night talking about how Sarah Palin (in response to a question from Rush Limbaugh about her plans after the election -- love the implication there) is likely to be one of the GOP's brightest stars...sweet dreams, everyone.

I'm certain that even if that whole clip was just the question and then his laugh, it would still be the best response to a question about Sarah Palin ever.

I feel your pain, Optimus. Been there. Guys don't wanna dance with someone who tells says, "you know, this is actually a cover of a song by Ednaswap!" and goes on and on about many songs made famous by the people who covered them and not by the ones who created them.

Oh, and I love to throw in bits of Plato's cavern myth. I'm obsessed with it. Turns out guys aren't. Let's face it; it's hard to find someone who digs philosophy and who also understands the importance of "My Girl."

The Kilted Yaksman: Thanks for the Michael Palin for President video. That was really cute.

Oh Meaux. Why the Harper hate. What's he going to do? Nibble your bum?

Oh, and I love to throw in bits of Plato's cavern myth.

This is why I keep my mouth shut during parties. Because I made a puppet showmen reference at a frat party once, and the poor frat boy looked so confused so I explained it, and the guy said, and I quote: 'I'm not sure I want to bone a smart chick.' Not that I was going to, as he says, 'bone him', but it still hurt to know he didn't want to 'bone' me, you know?

And, I think it's the cutest thing ever you call it a cavern. I may have to throw my Tim the Enchanter hat into the ring of competing for Sofia's affection.

I just want to say that for me personally gettin' my bone on, there's nothing hotter than a smart chick.

On that subject most men are stupid, stupid boys.

On topic: I adore John Cleese. Watched The Seventh Python documentary at a film festival this summer in LA and he was glorious. He didn't steal the show, by any means, but he would speak from a place of such sincerity and hilarity it was-
Well, Cleese may be the oldest man I have a crush on. No shame in that.

Off Topic: Sofia to whom are you speaking that you even get a chance to reference Plato's cavern? I made a reference to Lord of the Flies and all I got was a room full of blank stares. I mean... I sort of knew not to reference All the King's Men because it's not as popular, but did it anyway... still not accepted that well. But I knew I was a lost caused when I made a comment about AMERICAN HISTORY and only 5% of the room got it. It wasn't even that obscure. And I was in a room full of Americans.

But I will say I do hang out with a pretty diverse crowd of music folks, so talking about the covers and originals and influences of anything can last a while. (Side Note: My friends took to calling me "Google" or "The Internet" my freshman year because of my weird ability to recall "facts" and "figures," which completely astounded them.) I've also given up all hope on mentioning news that I've read in the last week. Unless, ya know, I want to take to talking to myself.

And Optimus, now that I know your game and know you know how to play it... I really feel the need to remind you that conversations reaching beyond the scope of "what's going on with you?" and "ohmygod did you hear that they might be getting [insert band name] to play here?" are not to be found at frat parties. There are other outlets where you can have conversations like that... they just don't always lead to an immediate hook-up potential.

Also, it's not frat, it's fraternity. You don't call your country a cunt. *snicker*

Kayanne,

Plato just pops up. I remember we were at a party and a guy was doing shadow puppets on a girl (translation: the shadow of his hand seemed to be grabbing her ass/tits) and I said, "Plato's myth gone dirty" or something, and he said "why are you talking about planets?" Dumbass.

My friends call me Chofipedia and Pink Sofía (reference to a children's show here in Chile about a dude in a pink wig who teaches lots of stuff), but in time they have learned to embrace my random tid bits. Dudes usually nod and seem impressed yet disappointed -- they wanna appear smarter than me, and my knowing so much trivia puts them off. So they talk about football (soccer).

especially since Pluto isn't even a planet anymore!

And let's not give all guys a bad rap. One drunken frat boy does not make an entire sex stupid. (And if you're shoving jungle juice down a freshman's throat in order to bone her, you don't have a right to be called a fraternity.)

Do you know how rare it is for a guy to actually like the obscure references (to anything) I make?

Do I need to have Fred Schneider come tell you to go elsewhere?!?

A friend told me yesterday that her friend is often "too smart" for the people she's around. This made little sense but I imagined a sort of nightmare scenario of guys who've probably met stupid girls and somehow not been put off.

And then I hear:

'I'm not sure I want to bone a smart chick.

On that subject most men are stupid, stupid boys.

conversations reaching beyond the scope of "what's going on with you?" and "ohmygod did you hear that they might be getting [insert band name] to play here?" are not to be found at frat parties.

Remember: Don't go Greek, kids. The evidence is clear.

Men say they want smart girls but they mean they want HOT smart girls.

Well, the world don't move to the beat of just one drum. What might be "hot" for you may not be "hot" for some.

I don't think anyone's going to say "intelligence overpowers everything else in attractiveness" (though you can find yourself attracted to someone and their personality and think "weird, I normally wouldn't go for that!", and that is a beautiful thing), just that lack of intelligence is UNattractive and deleterious to aesthetics. Hot won't negate stupid. Me personally, if someone aroused me I'd definitely need to know I could also have an interesting conversation with her, or else why invite the guilt and regret later?

Well Jay, did it ever occur to you that the reason some women like coming here is because we know that this is a place packed full of guys like you and it feels great to know that those guys exist, even if only on the internet for most of us?

Pajiba guys are in short supply. We, the female readership, love to know that some of you menfolk actually want to hear what we have to say...and respond to it. Somewhat rare.

Jay your "Don't go Greek" speech reminded me of those NBC PSAs. The more you know indeed.

And thanks for making the point that "hot" is definitely in the eye of the beholder. Physical attractiveness ranges from person to person, culture to culture. And I completely agree with you that a great personality and a sharp intellect can sometimes have me under the spell of someone I may not usually deem as "hot."

But all that having been said when you said, " What might be 'hot' for you may not be 'hot' for some," I immediately started singing the Diff'rent Strokes song and then thought about another type of "different stroke" entirely. *wink* So in short, I'm awful.

No, it was fjords.

Posted by: ben (thpbt) at October 15, 2008 10:16 AM

Quite right -- and I consider myself thoroughly chastised. Reminds me of misquoted song lyrics; I'm sure I've said it as "fields" for as long as I can (mis)remember...even though the skit clearly involved the Norwegian Blue Parrot. Oh well. Don't mind me.

good points by Kayanne and Jay about attractiveness being relative. Personally, I prefer dark hair/eyes over blond. That being said I did meet a girl with black hair and blue eyes one time and almost swallowed my tongue.

I also think Sofia brought up a good point about class/education level playing a role in whether a guy would feel threatened by a a girl with sharp wit/offbeat sense of humor. When I go out to the bars or clubs I find the idea of using a standard pick up line on a complete stranger terrifying and awful at the same time. So I will try and crack jokes when I can so I dont sit in a bar paying for overpriced booze and not trying to at least make an effort at social interaction. For example- this weekend in Chicago the bar was really crowded and in the span of 30 minutes I had to get up twice to pee/get a new drink, each time I did this I had to tap a girl who was blocking the space between the table and the rest of the bar on the shoulder to get her to move. The second time I did this she remarked that I had to get up alot and instead of stammering some excuse I just told her that I had a really nasty coke habit that demanded my attention. Not surprisingly she didn't laugh or find it amusing so I went on my way but every now and then you find a girl who does and that is usually worth more brownie points than looks alone.

Dylan, that girl is a humorless beyotch, I would have laughed my ass off at that.

Attractiveness for me stems from good conversation. I can admire a hot guy from across the room, but I wouldn't necessarily be attracted to him. It's when a guy displays intelligence and humor that I'm sucked in...my sense of humor runs deep and dirty, a guy who can make me laugh or keep up with my ridiculous comments is necessary.

No! The glasses stay on.

Posted by: Jay

*pounce*

Ahem, sorry, that was completely uncalled for... And now for something completely different.

well I thought it was pretty funny myself so I didn't care if nobody else did. To be fair to the good city of Chicago the next night I told a girl whose friends were screaming "SHE's 24!WHOOHOHO" that it was high time to think about cashing in that 401k and retiring to Boca and when she laughed I bought her a drink and spent the rest of the night having about as non-awkward a chat as two strangers who meet in a bar can.

Agreed Julie , bar friends rule! And if something does happen, you get the added bonus of inappropriate snogging at the bar.

Okay, okay...I don't comment here much but I've gotta throw my two cents in...

When I was in college (Loyola New Orleans represent, yo!), none of my friends were really the "Greek life" type (despite the fact that I'd tried a little), so we ended up developing our own group. We called it Alpha Pi Alpha Theta Iota. Points for those of you who get the hidden joke.

And for the record, I married my wife because *I* DO like boning smart chicks. So take that to heart, Pajibettes! There's a smart man out there who gets you. Somewhere.

Well if you don't "take this party somewhere else" or solicit a phone number, it's just harmless finite conversation, I'd say. If an unsolicited phone number's given, well, male or female, that's always gonna be awkward. Me I'd rather split the difference and give a web address or something. You might not hear back but it's not like a phone not ringing. I don't much like talking on the phone anyway. Then you can go home and say "great, all I've got is a first name that can be spelled three different ways, the internet is not going to help me embarrass myself further by searching".

Yeah, that guy lurking around probably was some kind of boyfriend, but I can dream, dammit!

Speaking of feeling dickish, last night at the Wedding Present show (So good!! Please let me have good pictures!!) this guy called out my name and came over and was saying that he knows me from college. He was giving me context and names and it all fit, he had proof, but I couldn't really place him within it. He saw I has having trouble and wasn't upset about it, and fortunately he was drinking pretty steadily and became much more concerned with maniacal dancing and the girl he was with, but I still felt a little schmucky. I eventually got a little bit more fuzzy memory in my head but knew I wasn't going to suddenly remember that we'd been great friends. He didn't press me further and I made a quick exit when it was over anyway. That's the bad kind of bar friends.

If I do go to a bar alone I always make sure I've got something to do there or something to read.

And of course, getting the bright idea to go out and make it happen never, ever works.

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Did anyone else think Jay was talking about anal when he warned us off Greek?

Anybody? No? Just me, then?

Sigh.

Back to work.

Ahem, Marra, Kayanne, Sofia, Becks & company. Y'all are hanging out with the wrong guys, if guys into your brains as well as bods (or wanting to be) are scarce. I can't recall meeting a smart, not-totally-psycho woman who wasn't hot, but perhaps I'm biased.

I mean, who wants to have explain - dirty cavern, Greek, "different strokes" and etc. It can range from tedious to outright dangerous:

"Actually dear, I was suggesting that you put your hand up around . . . No, your hand . . . Not . . . Ouch . . . OK stop. Owwwww. Not with the fingernails!"

Cleese / The Pythons '08

You know, it must be hard to make the first move. That's why I always give guys the benefit of the doubt. If the first and second words we exchanged were terrible, I'll give them the chance to make up for it. I've made awesome bar friends because of it, and for some reason they end up opening up and telling me about their ecstasy addictions and how they're afraid to aim higher because it'll eventually create a gap between them and their friends. I'm not even kidding; guys always open up to me. Which of course means they've lost interest in getting into my pants and just want me to fix them so they can sleep with the girl of their dreams.

Hey, we're all getting older and obscurer.