January 3rd, 2005

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Holy wow, an update for corn's sake

Hey, gang!

Sorry for the complete and utter lack of updates 'round here, even my tawdry whoring up my website. Things have been a ridiculous combination of fast (freelance work, holiday fun) and slow (loathesome illness) the last week or so, and time and circumstance haven't permitted any chitterling chat. I'd like to say that will be rectified as time goes on, and maybe it will, but the fact is, I got a lot goin' on outside of the it-ner-net these days, and updates will probably be sporadic. There might even be a big change afoot with the ol' Ludic Log after its third anniversary. Watch this space (by which I mean, this journal, not specifically this particular post, which isn't going to change, so don't just sit around looking at it, ya mush-heads).

Anyhoo, New Year's: not a single resolution made I. I've noticed that I tend to make lots of resolutions when I'm not doing well and none when I'm doing fine. Right about now, I'm feeling okay: I got a lovely gal in my life, I got my eyeballs skint on the future, I'm getting lots of writing done, I'm making a sliver more money than I was before, I have swell friends, I've lost some weight, I live in a terrific city, and aside from the fact that I live on a doomed planet peopled by short-sighted morons, I have very little to complain about, so in 2005 my vow is: keep doing what I've been doing, whatever that is.

As for the eve itself, it had all the makin's of a great one. I went over to Lara & Jeff's place for her party, and she'd prepared a boss spread of Armenian food which was tasty and beautiful. She also made a vat of that amazing pomegranate punch she made last year -- with lots o' ginger ale and vodka -- and her brothers were both in town. She even sang for us, which is always a treat. (Lara doesn't like to say so, as she's one of us tribe of losers who always downplay our talents, but she has an absolutely incredible voice and is one of the most emotionally expressive singers in any style I've ever heard.) Unfortunately, I was then (and to a lesser extent am now) in the grips of some heinous head-scraping virus that had me very much on the low end of conscious perception. I didn't want to bug out before midnight because, let's face it, that would have been pretty fuckin' weak. But I do remember sitting there like a lump -- or, more precisely, a lump that had been stuffed full of mucus and repeatedly dosed with codeine -- before finally stumbling home to 'celebrate' 2005 by passing out for twenty hours or so. The cold or flu or plague or Infantino's Pleuresy or whatever the fuck it is I have isn't even that bad -- I did manage to get some housecleaning and a tiny sliver of writing done over the lost weekend -- but it sure takes the damper out of a celebration. Apologies to Lara, Jeff, her brothers and guests for my being so out of it on the big night. You did a lovely job, and despite my drugged-up demeanor, I had a fine time, as far as I can remember. I'm very sorry for the bad luck that made me sick on mone of my favorite nights of the year.

Work beckons; a delightful week of internal auditing, my job's equivalent of a long, hot root canal with a can of expired Lone Star as anaesthesia, awaits, but it'll be followed by a trip north to visit ninafarina, the biggest reason 2004 was so good to me and the biggest reason 2005 will be even better. I'll leave with a memoriam and rest in peace to Lara's cat Chelsea, who died last week. She was one of the sweetest animals I've ever had the pleasure of knowing, and she'll be missed.
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Oh yeah!

It's a new month, as well as a new year, and that means the predictable NEW ICON SET! And, as usual, you get to vote, with very little chance of being shot to death by insurgents for your troubles. This month's choices:

- Dr. Victor von Doom, master of Latveria and scourge of the Fantastic Four
- Pictures of male porn stars taken out of context
- Guns I have owned or would like someday to own
- Comic book captions, word/thought balloons, or blurbs that mention gorillas
- Further forgotten cereal mascots of the past

Bust it!

Poll #412129 New year, new icon set!

What icon set should I use next?

the lord of Latveria
15(46.9%)
porn, porn and more porn
4(12.5%)
my favorite firearms
2(6.2%)
ape quotes
6(18.8%)
more goddamn cereal
0(0.0%)
some other thing, which I will specify in the comments section
1(3.1%)
my New Year's resolution is to care even less about what icon set you use than I did previously
1(3.1%)
I am you or the Croatian dwarf who lives inside you and thus am not eligible to vote
2(6.2%)
PICK ONE ICON SET AND STICK WITH IT, FATTY
0(0.0%)
every vote cast will mean a dollar donated to Asian tsunami relief, by which I mean beer and weed
1(3.1%)
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Never too busy for a STUPID NEWS UPDATE

DUMB GIRL! DUM DUM DUM DUM DUM DUM DUM. DUMB GIRL!

Brainy women face handicap in marriage stakes: British survey

THE DOUBLE STANDARD: WORKING FOR YOU SINCE THE DAWN OF CIVILIZATION

LONDON (AFP) - A high IQ is a hindrance for women wanting to get married while it is an asset for men, according to a study by four British universities published in The Sunday Times newspaper.

WHO AM I TO ARGUE WITH ABERDEEN BISCUIT CONCERN AND TECHNICAL COLLEGE?

The study found the likelihood of marriage increased by 35 percent for boys for each 16-point increase in IQ. But for girls, there is a 40-percent drop for each 16-point rise, according to the survey by the universities of Aberdeen, Bristol, Edinburgh and Glasgow.

UH...WHY ARE THEY INCLUDING 10-YEAR-OLDS IN A STUDY ABOUT THE LIKELIHOOD OF MARRIAGE?

The study is based on the IQs of 900 men and women between their 10th and 40th birthdays.

SMART MEN LIKE STUPID WOMEN; SMART WOMEN NEEDLESSLY PICKY

"Women in their late 30s who have gone for careers after the first flush of university and who are among the brightest of their generation are finding that men are just not interesting enough," said psychologist and professor at Nottingham University Paul Brown in The Sunday Times.

LIKE MY HUSBAND, FOR EXAMPLE

Claire Rayner, writer and broadcaster, said in the article that intelligent men often prefered a less brainy partner.

CHAP, THE HOME, MUM, TUSH, PIFFLE, YAH BOO, UP THE ENGLISH BOYS, AT 'EM

"A chap with a high IQ is going to get a demanding job that is going to take up a lot of his energy and time. In many ways he wants a woman who is an old-fashioned wife and looks after the home, a copy of his mum in a way."