This may be the last post that I can squeeze in here before Heather returns and wonders “What the hell was I thinking?”. But I know I’ll be looking forward to some spiffy pictures posted here soon.
It seems kinda empty with just words, doesn’t it?
The general near-consensus to my query about reading material was that I should not take any classic liturature with me on my public reading adventures, because a) I want people to assume I’ve already read all that stuff in high school or college, and b) it will look like I’m trying too hard. I should instead leave those works for late night, under-the-covers reading. I’m going to take that advice with Crime and Punishment.
And I should most definitely not take magazines with minimally dressed girls in them. Right?
So let me see if I got this right. Reading is sexy, as long as its not skin magazines, pretentious classics or any titles that might have negative word associations?
This is hard. I’m taking a cookbook next time.
But I couldn’t help but start wondering again. With all the smart and insightful opinions from such wonderful girls here (even ones that are familiar with Richard Dawkins), I really have to figure out where such smart girls are, around here.
You see, I like smart girls.
So you all really should gather in a public place and put up signs, because my strategy of blindly driving around town isn’t working so well. Especially now that gas prices have gone up.
And I wonder where the smart boys are around here. The ones I run into seem to have the IQ of a Maxim magazine. Or they’re too self-absorbed to notice that I exist. Eh. Perhaps that’s what makes room for magic to occur when it does between two people – the apparent lack of the kind of people we like.
I never leave the house, which is part of my problem. :)