New Fashion Board 10-3-2003 - 11-7-2003

[spookyfish]

Originally posted by paigowprincess
What is a blog?

A blog is shorthand for weblog. It's sort of the internet equivalent to a person's diary.

Kind of like this, but for only one person.

[notcasesensitive]

Originally posted by spookyfish
A blog is shorthand for weblog. It's sort of the internet equivalent to a person's diary.

Kind of like this, but for only one person.

It isn't always a diary. For example realityblurred.com is a blog. The people who maintain that website post bits and pieces that they read/learn about reality tv shows for those who care to read. But web diaries are also blogs.


Edit - there's a definition here: http://www.marketingterms.com/dictionary/blog/

[sebastian_dangerfield]

Originally posted by mmm3587
I have to agree with the poster who suggested this was a biological response resulting from millenia of evolution. It's kind of a fun thing to feel when it all rushes at you at once. On some fundamental level, your instincts attract you to him. So, date him.

Paigow,

Yeh, everyone has this happen to them from time to time. Usually, I find it happens unexpectedly and suddenly. You just make this wierd sort of strong eye contact and you know that for that period of time, both of you is thinking, on a primordial level, about what it would be like to fuck each other like animals. Hell, it happened to me just the other day at a hotel. I go up to the desk to check out and pick up my head from my wallet and look into the eyes of this cute blonde, and she looks back and we both smile and during the whole transaction we don't break eye contact. There was just like a wierd electricity in the stares exchanged, and my mind immediately flashed, though I was looking at her face, to what it would be like to be fucking her in one of the rooms upstairs. And it felt wierd... not "tingly" or like some sort of an epiphany, but just wierd. Here I am, some random guy, running into some random chick and we look at each other for a moment and flash through a primordial sex fantasy.

Of course, every asshole could say "You arrogant bastard, how do you know she wasn't just staring at the chunk of food stuck between your teeth." To that, I say, you had to be in the moment... there's simply no way to explain why her long gaze and smile and mine met and it felt hot and wierd for a moment. Hell, she was not the hottest woman I've ever seen, nor am I the sexiest cat she's ever seen I'm sure, which underscores the random primordial nature of such encounters. There's no rational logical reason for it. My best effort to explain it would be that perhaps she and I both embodied qualities that each other found deeply attractive on some unconscious ape-man level. I have no other explanation for this phenomenon.

You should fuck the dude. I ran into a chick at a party many years ago and we had one of the wierd moments I described above, but at that time she was hitched. A few years later I ran into her at a party after she'd been divorced. We almost immediately began flirting and within and hour admitted to one another that there was a wierd "I have to fuck this person" vibe present when we first met. We had a short torrid relationship with some pretty awesome sex. So I say, don't think about this cat... just fuck him.

Apologies for length... I like this topic,
SD

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Originally posted by mmm3587
You both need to realize that the expression of opinions is not necessarily a personal attack on you, your mother or your wife. And if you think that it always is, you need to examine why that is. That's all that I have to say about this. Just get on with your life and wait for the next time someone disagrees with a premise you hold true to get all worked up.

You need to realize that you are a sore fucking loser. Barely bitch slapped you and now you're feeling all offended and sorry for yourself.

By the way, I've fucked a few girls with fake tits, but no one I know has them, you moron. I was disagreeing with your assertion, not defending someone I know with fake tits. I hope the next time you post something stupid, realize you'll probably get bitch slapped again.

TM

[Tyrone Slothrop]

Originally posted by spookyfish
A blog is shorthand for weblog. It's sort of the internet equivalent to a person's diary.

Kind of like this, but for only one person.

Before there were blogs, there were web journals. The essential difference is that blogs tend to link to other things on the web.

[Tyrone Slothrop]

Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall

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  Originally posted by mmm3587
  You both need to realize that the expression of opinions is not necessarily a personal attack on you, your mother or your wife. And if you think that it always is, you need to examine why that is. That's all that I have to say about this. Just get on with your life and wait for the next time someone disagrees with a premise you hold true to get all worked up.
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You need to realize that you are a sore fucking loser. Barely bitch slapped you and now you're feeling all offended and sorry for yourself.

By the way, I've fucked a few girls with fake tits, but no one I know has them, you moron. I was disagreeing with your assertion, not defending someone I know with fake tits. I hope the next time you post something stupid, realize you'll probably get bitch slapped again.

Not a bad response, TM, but it's kinda funny that he knows your mother. Small world.

[Bad_Rich_Chic]

Originally posted by mmm3587
I have to agree with the poster who suggested this was a biological response resulting from millenia of evolution.

I have to say, it reminded me of some of the descriptions I've heard of the early stages of menopause.

[Penske_Account]

I don't believe in electricity. I'm a luddite.

[Tyrone Slothrop]

For the poker crowd:

Article from the SF Chronicle about the boom in poker.

Profile of Phil Hellmuth.

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Originally posted by paigowprincess
The legs are burning, the hips are opening, your head is upside down, and the breathing is really intense.

Multiply that by 6 or 7 and you have a typical Friday night for RT.

TM

[The Daintiest Petunia]

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield

. . . wierd . . . wierd . . . wierd . . . wierd . . . wierd . . . wierd . . . wierd

Um, Mr. Dangerfield??? Yoo hoo!!!! I think someone needs a spell checker for a certain word he likes to use A LOT!!!!!! hahaha It is kind of fun to be a spelling Timothy, but I have to be careful - I kind of live in a spelling glass house myself. UH OH!!!!!!! Please don't throw spelling stones back, Mr. Dangerfiled!!! lol :rofl:

The Dainties Petunia

Originally posted by sebastian_dangerfield
Paigow,

Yeh, everyone has this happen to them from time to time. Usually, I find it happens unexpectedly and suddenly. You just make this wierd sort of strong eye contact and you know that for that period of time, both of you is thinking, on a primordial level, about what it would be like to fuck each other like animals. Hell, it happened to me just the other day at a hotel. I go up to the desk to check out and pick up my head from my wallet and look into the eyes of this cute blonde, and she looks back and we both smile and during the whole transaction we don't break eye contact. There was just like a wierd electricity in the stares exchanged, and my mind immediately flashed, though I was looking at her face, to what it would be like to be fucking her in one of the rooms upstairs. And it felt wierd... not "tingly" or like some sort of an epiphany, but just wierd. Here I am, some random guy, running into some random chick and we look at each other for a moment and flash through a primordial sex fantasy.

Of course, every asshole could say "You arrogant bastard, how do you know she wasn't just staring at the chunk of food stuck between your teeth." To that, I say, you had to be in the moment... there's simply no way to explain why her long gaze and smile and mine met and it felt hot and wierd for a moment. Hell, she was not the hottest woman I've ever seen, nor am I the sexiest cat she's ever seen I'm sure, which underscores the random primordial nature of such encounters. There's no rational logical reason for it. My best effort to explain it would be that perhaps she and I both embodied qualities that each other found deeply attractive on some unconscious ape-man level. I have no other explanation for this phenomenon.

You should fuck the dude. I ran into a chick at a party many years ago and we had one of the wierd moments I described above, but at that time she was hitched. A few years later I ran into her at a party after she'd been divorced. We almost immediately began flirting and within and hour admitted to one another that there was a wierd "I have to fuck this person" vibe present when we first met. We had a short torrid relationship with some pretty awesome sex. So I say, don't think about this cat... just fuck him.

Apologies for length... I like this topic,
SD

a) I missed you, you sexy cat. though I worry your catness might invite too much montecore,

b) When I said I felt tingly, it was not in an epiphany way. What happened was that I was deep into the breathing and torture of the Wheel (not the song, the pose) and then I felt as if I was about to come (which is what the tingly was= I guess guys dont tingle before they splooge?) and right when that happened, like a half second later, the images of this guy entered my head. Then I was like Why am I thinking of the Masshole when I am in Wheel and feeling tingly (which happens occasionaly in yoga, but that was teh most intense it ever felt, ever) ? Then I coincidentally saw him the following day and had the Aha moment when I looked into the bluest eyes I have ever seen. The guy was fucking gorgeous. Maybet that was it? But when that happened and I had the feeling, then I thought maybe something happened with the yoga- like a spell or someting. But make no mistake, the tingle was more an orgasm thing than an epiphany thing.

c) good to know , or is it bad, that you can still have those enoucnters when married. Do you have them with the wife? did you ever ahbe them with the wife? Or with the lady who MRed you?

[ABBAKiss]

Originally posted by The Daintiest Petunia
The Dainties Petunia

I read this as The Panties Petunia. Very Georgia O'Keefe.

[ThurgreedMarshall]

Originally posted by Tyrone_Slothrop
it's kinda funny that he knows your mother. Small world.

You clearly don't know my mother.

TM

[Tyrone Slothrop]

Originally posted by ThurgreedMarshall
You clearly don't know my mother.

TM

Clearly, but I'm starting to feel like the odd guy out.