From the SIRC Guide to Flirting (by Kate Fox):

“…men have a tendency to mistake friendly behaviour for sexual flirting. This is not because they are stupid or deluded, but because they tend to see the world in more sexual terms than women…”

Still true? I think so, but no mention is made of women’s tendency to mistake sexual flirting for friendly behaviour. Does that mean I’m the only naive idiot out there?

In defense of polygyny: “If we can have love in series, why can’t we have it in parallel?”

- a swing partner (swing dancing, that is)

Not only did my confrontation with the Dark Side go well, but I got a raise. Go me!

The raise translates as 20$ bucks extra per week. That means I can now:

. call out for pizza once a week
. feed four families in Guatemala
. stop downloading mp3’s
. start smoking
. pay off this idiot’s debt

So, what would you do with an extra twenty bucks a week?

I notice from the site log (the bloglog I guess) that I have a regular visitor from Ericsson in Montreal. It’s one of my ultimate professional goals to work there. All that Swedish, all the time…

So who is this mysterious stranger?

So I’m channel surfing on Sunday, when this horrendous image of a mangled arm jumps out at me. Of course, I had stumbled onto some “When Sharks Attack” thing on TLC. I love that misnomer: The Learning Channel (actually, on Sunday I learned not to put on TLC while eating).

But I have to forgive them because they gave us the excellent Trading Spaces. Everyone and his mother seems to be watching that fun show, although nobody talks about it.

Anyway, the next day I’m quietly watching the news, and suddenly this handcuffed guy gets his head slammed into a car by a cop. I just found out the cop’s been suspended. WITH pay.

Okay, guess it’s time for some fun stuff: let’s play spot the she-male…

Today’s the day I have to tell the Dark Side of the Force (marketing) that I don’t want to join them. I’m not looking forward to having to justify myself - for them, “I like my job” sounds whimsical, capricious.

So what? “You’re happy”… you’ll never make any real money!

They warned they’d have “trouble taking no for an answer”.

You’ve disappointed me for the last time, Admiral Viet. (*gasping sounds followed by a thud*)

(sigh) Why can’t I just have a light saber duel and be done with it?

Listening to Alanis Morrissette. I’ve always thought she was too angry (in her angry, pre-Oprah days anyway). That she should just get over it. When someone’s a shithead to you, you don’t often get the satisfaction of making them regret it, because they’re a shithead.

This reminds me of something that came up last night at swing. Some of us were trading the-time-I-was-a-loser stories.

Personal example: I met J several years ago at a party. He was in hot pursuit from the get-go, but I wasn’t really interested. After a few parties of the same pursuit, I eventually grew to like him enough to give him my e-mail address (after all you can block a sender if he gets too annoying). As a first date we decided to join an organized day trip to Ottawa, planning to break away from the group and spend the day visiting the city together.

I show up at the bus depot a 7 am that Saturday, as understood. Not only is J not there, but one of his female friends is. She’s just as surprised to see me as I am to see her, and we quickly find out we’re both there because we’ve accepted J’s invitation to spend the day in Ottawa with him. Ah ben tabarnak.

She and I decide to go to Ottawa together, have a howling great day and stay friends. I never looked back. What’s the use?

Chill out Alanis… I’m popping in Elvis. At least “you ain’t nothin’ but a hound dog” sounds happy.

Groan.

Clubbing on a week night always seems like such a good idea at the time. I’m never going out again. Until Friday.

Yesterday, swing band Zootin’ Zack and the Mooks gave an amazing show at Le Swimming, fifteen minutes walk from my place. How can one get any sleep in an awesome city like this?

Oh well. Caffeine. Aspirin. Shades. Grin.

Saw this yesterday with T. What can I say? Your average Disney movie. Sickeningly cute, funny, hilarious on at least two occasions, overall entertaining. Includes, of course, the mandatory Disney tear-jerking scenes. Not too many recognizable voices except for Kid in the Hall Kevin McDonald. It’s a solid seven, plus 0.5 extra for having Elvis music throughout.

The Emperor’s New Groove was less cute but a lot funnier.

should i take this job?

Come to the dark side, together we can rule the galaxy…

At least that’s basically what I heard this morning as my meta-boss (my boss’ boss) offered me a new position in sales. Sales, yuck. The dark side of the force. It’s more dignified being a teacher, isn’t it?

Pros:
. Money. Serious money.

Cons:
. Travel more frequent, though for shorter periods.
. Stigma of being a representative. In training, they’ve no choice but to listen, and often they want to. In sales, they’re much more defensive.
. I love teaching.

Hm, that was easy.