Alright boys and girls, ladies and gentlemen. Get your knives out, because in the tradition (at least of the last few weeks) of throwing some kind of tidbit out there for people to wrassle over, I bring you a fun one!
We’ve all heard of them, the nice guy (or Nice Guy, as the case may be.) Hell I’ve been called myself alternately a “Nice Guy” and a “nice guy” – in some cases the capital N and the lower case N. This is always a ripe topic for discussion, diversion and dissection — in some cases with some men and women squirming uncomfortably in the corner afterwards.
Tonight, we have point and counterpoint, a writeup of the classic Nice Guy perspective from two points of view. Read, enjoy, and discuss.
Heartless Bitches International – Why “Nice Guys” are often such LOSERS
best of craigslist : “What Happened to All the Nice Guys?”
I add nothing of my own to either one – as I feel there’s significant amounts of truth to BOTH takes. How do you feel? 
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Oh yes, I would be amiss if I didn’t throw this in. Its a third take on Nice Guys — one that takes a much deeper take on the discussion, and one that’s ultimately a bit more balanced overall. Its also quite a bit longer, and a little too… well.. NICE for the point of this post. divalion’s “No More Mr. Nice Guy”
I’m being driven bugfuck nuts by the parents.
In effect — the lack of a girlfriend basically makes me a social outcast. (In the circles that my parents walk, that is..) The lack of interest in simply dating the first person I find is making it worse. *sigh*
Its as if not having a girlfriend means I have no friends at all. I can see it now. The next social event, I’ll need to bring a ringer, a stand-in, or I’m going to never hear the end of it..
*smashes head into wall repeatedly till he faints*
*edit* Note — Its not that I’m saying I don’t want to date. Jeesh, if you read my journal its pretty clear that isn’t the case… But the pressure just doesn’t help..
Humm.
I may go see Iron Man tonight just to unwind. Or I might go home and lift weights till my arms fall out of their sockets. I need to work out some fustrations, that’s for sure.
I had to throw myself off the NJ Transit train today, literally. See, I fell asleep. I fell asleep with headphones blasting in my ears, to drown out the sounds of a screaming child unchecked by her apathetic parent. I woke up to the realization that my stop was right outside the window. I did NOT manage to jump out the train before the doors closed. I managed to throw myself between the closing doors. Thankfully the auto-sensors triggered..
Its raining. The sky is leaking. So did my coffeemaker this morning. So did I, but my leak was controlled and aimed at least. The coffeemaker was not.
I’ve got an awful lot to do this week.
In other tidbits – I bought myself one high(ish) ticket item while at the Studio Ghibli museum. I love this tie. From a distance it just looks like a mostly normal office tie. I think I’ll wear this if I do the speed dating thing again — I think it’ll be a nice way to screen the mundanes from the less than mundane.. 
So this has been making the rounds, but it strikes way too close to home for me to not mention. See, London photographers have been facing increased scrutiny due to the ongoing fears of terrorism.
Lets face it, this is happening not just in London but everywhere.
Its gone as far as a new ad campaign by the London Metropolitan Police asking people to identify and report “odd” looking photographers.
… ODD photographers? Do I even need to get into the insanity of this?
I take photos of odd places. I enjoy taking photos of abandoned places, or behind the scenes photos. I sometimes take notes of where I’m shooting for later discussion and contemplation.
*sigh* I suspect I won’t be long for this world. I’ll be taking a photo on one of my walkabouts and I’ll be shot in the head for suspicious activity. -_-;
Photo is courtesy of BBC News. Original post/reference courtesy of this article.
It is absolutely criminal how much the modern baking banking industry has most of us by our sensitive parts. What they do is not merely alluded to by the simple term “squeezing” but more like “burning, ripping, cutting, or stoning and feeding to rabid rats and roaches.”
Mr. Durden, I have a job for you.
*edit* So when I typed this into my pager I managed to drop the “n” in Banking, turning this into a rant about pastries.
This is in direct reference to this post.
Adam P. Knave Smooth. Like gravel. – Crotch fire.
For reference, here is a simple GIF animation. Watch it. Examine it. Study it. You will be quizzed in a moment.
Now see, here’s my thought. If you are stupid enough to spray your own crotch with some sort of ignitable liquid, then set it on fire… You likely do NOT belong in the gene pool. This kid’s so called friends are actually doing humanity a service by practicing what I have taken to calling Active Darwinism.
Discuss. Maybe someone can help shed some light on why someone would ever do this to themselves.
A few random tidbits to entertain and dismay.
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Its an absolutely beautiful day here in the city. Blue sky, cool spring weather, the flowers are popping up everywhere.. A wonderful day to be indoors and feeling the full impact of this fully functional battle station allergy season.
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Tax season is near its end! Its April 15th, either you’ve paid up or you’re still working, but don’t worry the pain is almost over. Unless you’re one of the procrastinators that likes to file extensions. For you there’s still another 2-4 months or more of pain, suffering, anticipation and dread.
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TANSTAAFL. Unless you’re a rich trust fund baby. In you case, TSATAAFL.
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Fans of the female body, rejoice. With the warm weather the eye candy will be there for you to see. So will the eye poison, the hidden traps, bait, and the occasional slap in the face.
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Fans of the male body, rejoice. With the warm weather the eye candy will be there for you to see. Also appearing tonight will be plumber’s crack, hairy back, the wholf whistler and the occasional slap in the butt.
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I checked out my profile in one of the dating applications on Facebook. Being open to opportunity is good. This also means I’m open to the scathing power of the fully functional battle station internet. Out of 150 some odd screenings, I ranked zero in the “would date” category, ranking me in the lowest percentile of Facebook. Mmmmm, excellent confidence builder — i t brings to mind a classic quote… “why don’t you give me a nice paper cut and pour lemon juice on it? We’re closed!”
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I slipped my spinal column back into place on my own this morning. This felt wonderful. …. …… I slipped my spinal column back into place on my own.
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I applied for a debt consolidation loan. If it passes, I may be able to look at moving by the end of the summer. If it fails, I’ll have slapped my credit rating back by half a year for nothing.
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The price of oil is at an all time high! However, the cost of walking remains the same!
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This is the end of the post. I’ve run out of beautiful dismaying thoughts.
You know this sounded like a fun post at the start, but I really did run out of things to say. Whoops.
So… I just (remembered) realized that I’m spending about 18 dollars a DAY to commute. I spend 30 dollars if I miss a connection and need to grab a cab to speed up my trip. That’s up to 150 a MOTHERFUCKING WEEK.
If I could get myself a room someplace in Jersey for 380 or so a month, I’d spend the same amount of money but win back 4 hours a day of my life.
Fuck. Does anyone out there live near Metropark and want a roommate??!
Grr.
Seat availability stats for my flight out to Tokyo — Business looks measly, and Coach is rapidly filling. As in, OMFG when did all these people decide they needed to go to Tokyo? There are still seats in Business class, so I can really pray that I get super-lucky and score an upgrade, but it doesn’t look good.
*edit* Nevermind! I lucked out, and got upgraded! WHEW!
My flight back? In the last three days, all of a sudden.. EVERY SINGLE BUSINESS CLASS SEAT GOT FILLED. Augh! So my only hope there is that some of them get upgraded to first class, and I get lucky enough to take one of the empty seats..
…. Does anyone know whether they bother to shuffle people upwards?
……. And I can still hope that economy doesn’t fill up and I get elbow room… I hope… my goodness this might suck big time.. No sleep. That’s the ticket. I’m not sleeping for two nights before. And I’m gonna drug the shit out of myself with cold medication, to knock me the fuck out. Yes.. Yes that’s the ticket.. *mutter mutter*
While I’m at it, I’ll take some tools with me and remove the row of seats in front of me. Yeah. I’m sure the airline won’t mind.. Right??
