watching expired appliances align

stepleapyoudecide

yes. i'm single. and well aware that i'm single. so i've made a move. a step. more like a baby step. okay, okay. hardly a "step" at all. more like just poking a few keys. i haven't had to get up from the computer. the television is still tuned to channel 105 - techTV. i want to be a geek, but i just don't have the goods. i'm so not good at being a geek. i should have spent time in high school learning to program instead of reading comic books.

anyway. i made a step.

i used the credit card. ...sounds like porn, doesn't it? it's not. it may turn out to be scarier and more nerve wracking.

two weeks ago i signed up for a nerve.com personals ad. i threw up a photo and wrote a few things about myself. looked at some other personal ads - there were lots of attractive women. but, the rub? it costs money to send notes to those beautiful women. and last night i made that leap (a leap now? more than a step? a full blown leap!). i bought a few credits. i've decided to open up some communications with local women who can type. i'm ready for a bit of dating. a night or two of going out.

will my plan succeed? will marc find a date? will he write more than one message to a woman who seems to be interested in friendship/dating/more? dare i become that 60's tv show and say "tune in next week?"

boston public is great

my fucking printer isn't working. i've re-installed the drivers a billion times. i don't know what went wrong. and i'm not in the mood to deal with it. it's not even my printer. it's a printer my roommate got free when he bought his computer. and it's not working. i used it last week. what has changed between now and then? i so hate computers. they are giant suckers of money. and i hate having to deal with money. damn, i'm grumpy tonight. grrr. there are so many things i don't know how to do. fixing my printer is just one of those things.

i'm still not totally sure how to make websites. i know it's easy. but i'm not in the mood to learn anything new. i'm not in the mood to do anything. and i don't have any glasses in my house that are large enough to hold all the water i want to drink. it's extremely annoying to have to get up three or four times during an hour or two in order to drink as much water as you want. i always end up filling the brita after every third glass. should i have gotten one of those pur water filters? they're so unattractive, though. i'm thirsty. i should get some water and take a nap on the couch.

i almost typed college instead of couch.

again - raves about exfoliant

i've covered this subject before, but i think more needs to be said. i love exfoliating. and the chris isaak show is one damn good television show. yola is one of the best female characters on television. she emobodies everything that the women on sex and the city attempt to embody but she does it with grace and humor and a delicacy that helps make chris isaak's television show one of the best things on television.

is my face supposed to get all dried out after i exfoliate? is the exfoliant (or - exfoliator?) just a crutch to make me buy more products? this wacky world of hygiene - always biting you back, i think. and i still need that haircut. i think my longish hair is the reason for the occasional zit or two on the back of my neck. i hate those. who wants to lick my neck if there are tiny bumps there?

in my real life news, my friends have done a damn good job compiling their year end movie lists. they're such fun to read.

i. yes. it's all about me. i toyed with taking digital photos of myself the other night. i did it two nights in a row. the photos from the first night were erased. i'm a computer klutz. and so instead of having twenty five photos saved on my harddrive, i've only got five. (the second night was much less productive). and i've yet to examine these photos. they're all about the temporary weekend goatee i had. my beard is gone. i am free!

(was shaving my beard just an excuse to use more exfoliant?)

riding my huffy

yeah. so how about that shins video, huh? pretty neat.

i spent the better part of my evening hanging out in a friend's extra large kitchen. he, the doctor and i were sitting around the table playing a boardgame called 'eurorails: the european railbuilding game.' it's so good that i encourage you to drop what you're doing at this very moment and race to the local hobby shop in order to purchase this game. it's that good. sort of a mix between risk and monopoly - but not quite like either one. for three plays or twelve. it's a lot of fun. moving goods from one city to another and building train tracks.

in less exciting news, i shaved my beard. my facial hair configuration now consists of normal looking sideburns and a not so normal looking goatee. there's the moustache. and the soul patch. and a bit of hair on my chin. and gross looking wisps of hair that extend from the corners of mouth to my chin...leaving a bit of room between them and the chin feathers. it's all very rock and roll pirate guy on a motorcycle.

are you scared of me now?

fine. i'll write about breasts.

I've had a cold. Or the flu. Word on the street is that I have an obsession with breasts. Those thoughts are not related. I have no twisted fetish that involves sneezing into a woman's heaving chest.

So I'm still single. And I'm willing to admit that I wouldn't mind being in the not single category. Or even the dating category. And those things don't mean that I'd necessarily get to touch breasts, but I think I'd be closer to being able to do so. I'm not obsessed with breasts. I don't walk around the streets of New York thinking "check out her rack." That's just not the way I think.

The one time I really let myself go and stared at a woman on a street corner was a few years ago. Did I already tell this story? It was a rainy afternoon and I saw an amazing looking woman waiting to hail a cab. Somehow I convinced myself that it was okay to stare as I approached her (and that corner). I was going to take a left when I got to that corner. I was about thirty feet from her and I let my draw drop, trying to do my best "I'm a guy and I think you're HOT" look. Again, I have no idea why I let myself do this. About ten feet from her, I still had that goofy look on my face. Of course, she turned around. My neurons fired. My expression changed instantly. I hid my eyes and took the turn as quickly as I could. I'd been staring at Heather Graham. Does she have nice breasts?