As long as its big, heavy and sharp...
Bleargh......back in the grid doing Design for Function - casting and sintering. Its time's like this i wished i was somewhere else.......like leading a Saracen charge yelling "ya ha shuhadaa!! *ululates*) on a black andalusian stallion with a shamsir in one hand and a katar in the other and just hacking and slashing your way through droves of faceless infidels......( no, i havent seen Kingdom of Heaven - i'm just inherently weird ), leading a shogunate's army with a naginata straight out and a musashi daito making sushi out of uprising peasants or fuck...... even bloody spearfishing for ikan keli in a drainage ditch. Hell just doing something gritty and satisfying in a violent, primal way. Must be my tribal ( tho i don't think the Melanau were really in on the whole headhunting scene )roots showin up now and then..... at least i have fencing.....for now....
Feeling a vague unsettled? Noolaa i'm not pychotically violent or anything. I'm just happy dismembering poultry in the kitchen with my ice-hardened zwilling chef's knife....the cursed bloodthirsty one that will cut anyone else who uses it ( well recently its been playing nice).
Mars vs Venus , on Blogs
I just realized something over the last coupla days . Sometimes when i procrastinate i just skim blogs , following links from close friends blogs to people i've met just once or twice and so on and so forth ( Friendster skimming is so-hoo passe ). Generally you have a few common types of blogs - there are those introspective ones that discuss deep thoughts and issues they are passionate about, there are those who go on about every single bit of tedium throughout their day, those who just rant and bitch about the most random things and those that are actually really different and amusing - there's this blog where the author writes as if he were an 18th century English dandy (Okay - it wasnt the most captivating read but it was refreshing anyways ) and other permutations thereof.
However, the main point i'm trying to get at here are how male and female bloggers blog differently when they're stressed out or pissed off. Yup - those are the ones where you just can't be fucked to even try to be witty or eloquent or amusing.
Disclaimer - i'm not preaching the absolute gospel truth or anything - just a generalization of the blogs that i have seen coupled with my own personal intepretations. So there. Jangan marah arr...!
Women tend to really overdramatize and draw sympathy to themselves. They get really moody and melancholic in their ramblings. The really really PMS-sy ones are just classics. The following are excerpts from several female blogs - not quotes per se, ( because i enjoy living ) but they should convey the overall fe-heeel:
....Yes, indeed I am f***ed, yet here I am lamenting. I do bring it upon myself...
....have changed so much that I've possibly contemplated seeing a shrink for fear of dementia. I attribute the change to one thing- WHY HASN'T LIFE TURNED OUT THE WAY I WAS MADE TO BELIEVE THAT IT WOULD? *Gasp* I've been deluded...
...I never believed how you were your own worst enemy, but now I start to see this in myself. And I affirm...I am my OWN worst enemy......
Men, however generally do not indulge in anywhere near as much self pity in their blogs. If they do whine about their own misfortunes, all their vitriol is usually focused outward, at the next randomly relevant thing. That's why its more fun to read guys' blogs. Especially the guys who condemn things left right center and don't give a rats ass about polical correctness. Its amusing just to see a fresh ( but not necessarily family-friendly) angle on things you don't even think about. Here's a briliant example i found the other day ( asides from my own recent rantings) :
........Why do people like to leave those plastic wrappers on their vehicle seats ? Like they're afraid nobody would acknowledge that their piece of junk was once new ? Well, it dumbfounds me a lot to think that, why wouldn't they do the same for their other belongings ? like wearing their jeans with it's wrappers on... or perhaps wank themselves with a vibrator still in it's bubble bag ? *brrrr snap brrr snap brrr snap*.........
In summary, out of the blogs i've came across, women convert their bitterness into self loathing and pity, while men channel their angst in completely random or unrelated rants. Soo its not a completely statistically sound survey, but i'm only procrastinating - i'm not morbidly bored and/or comPLETEly lacking a life, okay?
Bleargh......back in the grid doing Design for Function - casting and sintering. Its time's like this i wished i was somewhere else.......like leading a Saracen charge yelling "ya ha shuhadaa!! *ululates*) on a black andalusian stallion with a shamsir in one hand and a katar in the other and just hacking and slashing your way through droves of faceless infidels......( no, i havent seen Kingdom of Heaven - i'm just inherently weird ), leading a shogunate's army with a naginata straight out and a musashi daito making sushi out of uprising peasants or fuck...... even bloody spearfishing for ikan keli in a drainage ditch. Hell just doing something gritty and satisfying in a violent, primal way. Must be my tribal ( tho i don't think the Melanau were really in on the whole headhunting scene )roots showin up now and then..... at least i have fencing.....for now....
Feeling a vague unsettled? Noolaa i'm not pychotically violent or anything. I'm just happy dismembering poultry in the kitchen with my ice-hardened zwilling chef's knife....the cursed bloodthirsty one that will cut anyone else who uses it ( well recently its been playing nice).
Mars vs Venus , on Blogs
I just realized something over the last coupla days . Sometimes when i procrastinate i just skim blogs , following links from close friends blogs to people i've met just once or twice and so on and so forth ( Friendster skimming is so-hoo passe ). Generally you have a few common types of blogs - there are those introspective ones that discuss deep thoughts and issues they are passionate about, there are those who go on about every single bit of tedium throughout their day, those who just rant and bitch about the most random things and those that are actually really different and amusing - there's this blog where the author writes as if he were an 18th century English dandy (Okay - it wasnt the most captivating read but it was refreshing anyways ) and other permutations thereof.
However, the main point i'm trying to get at here are how male and female bloggers blog differently when they're stressed out or pissed off. Yup - those are the ones where you just can't be fucked to even try to be witty or eloquent or amusing.
Disclaimer - i'm not preaching the absolute gospel truth or anything - just a generalization of the blogs that i have seen coupled with my own personal intepretations. So there. Jangan marah arr...!
Women tend to really overdramatize and draw sympathy to themselves. They get really moody and melancholic in their ramblings. The really really PMS-sy ones are just classics. The following are excerpts from several female blogs - not quotes per se, ( because i enjoy living ) but they should convey the overall fe-heeel:
....Yes, indeed I am f***ed, yet here I am lamenting. I do bring it upon myself...
....have changed so much that I've possibly contemplated seeing a shrink for fear of dementia. I attribute the change to one thing- WHY HASN'T LIFE TURNED OUT THE WAY I WAS MADE TO BELIEVE THAT IT WOULD? *Gasp* I've been deluded...
...I never believed how you were your own worst enemy, but now I start to see this in myself. And I affirm...I am my OWN worst enemy......
Men, however generally do not indulge in anywhere near as much self pity in their blogs. If they do whine about their own misfortunes, all their vitriol is usually focused outward, at the next randomly relevant thing. That's why its more fun to read guys' blogs. Especially the guys who condemn things left right center and don't give a rats ass about polical correctness. Its amusing just to see a fresh ( but not necessarily family-friendly) angle on things you don't even think about. Here's a briliant example i found the other day ( asides from my own recent rantings) :
........Why do people like to leave those plastic wrappers on their vehicle seats ? Like they're afraid nobody would acknowledge that their piece of junk was once new ? Well, it dumbfounds me a lot to think that, why wouldn't they do the same for their other belongings ? like wearing their jeans with it's wrappers on... or perhaps wank themselves with a vibrator still in it's bubble bag ? *brrrr snap brrr snap brrr snap*.........
In summary, out of the blogs i've came across, women convert their bitterness into self loathing and pity, while men channel their angst in completely random or unrelated rants. Soo its not a completely statistically sound survey, but i'm only procrastinating - i'm not morbidly bored and/or comPLETEly lacking a life, okay?
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