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Saturday, December 15, 2001

Somebody needs to sell a "tailgaters cause traffic" bumper sticker. The corollary here is that leaving a comfort zone creates anti-traffic.

posted by Mark Wilson 3:08 AM

I don't think I'll quite look at Tetris the same way again...

posted by Mark Wilson 2:15 AM

Wednesday, December 12, 2001

I'm watching the FSTV footage of the 1999 WTO "riots" and it seems like everytime some black-masked anarchist asshole breaks a window with a hammer, there's a non-violent protester telling them to stop. Meanwhile, the police are busy firing teargas on peaceful crowds. Oh, wait, I keep forgetting that globalization doesn't matter anymore.

posted by Mark Wilson 3:38 AM

Tuesday, December 11, 2001

Fuck yeah, I'm bitter. =)

posted by Mark Wilson 10:05 PM

Look, I understand perfectly well that love and dating is, and has always been, a power game. In general, men are out to manipulate women into bed and women are out to manipulate men into commitment. The evolutionary argument is that men have tons of spooge to spoon out, but women need their mate to provide at least nine months worth of security per precious egg. Culture factors in too, of course. Frankly, can you blame a guy for not wanting to play by such machiavellian rules? Once again, I blame Disney for indoctrinating me with the foolish idea that love is about anything more than the act of passing one's genes into the next generation. Well, I guess that idea isn't too new, since Socrates was spouting off about philosophical love many centuries before there were anthropomorphic mice singing its praises.

posted by Mark Wilson 12:15 PM

Sunday, December 09, 2001

Actually, being told this by Slashdot is more funny than depressing.

posted by Mark Wilson 10:03 PM

Bruno rocks, and even rocked before she moved to PDX.

posted by Mark Wilson 5:45 PM

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