Complete win
1,000 thanks to Joe Lee of ROTK for this find: “You know you start to wonder what the age of the biochem researchers demographic is when they start releasing ads like this.”: It’s called EpMotion
1,000 thanks to Joe Lee of ROTK for this find: “You know you start to wonder what the age of the biochem researchers demographic is when they start releasing ads like this.”: It’s called EpMotion
Donnie |
The Mascot |
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| Washington (+4) vs Seattle |
Seattle | Washington |
| Jacksonville (-1) vs Pittsburgh |
Jacksonville | Pittsburgh |
| New York (+3) vs Tampa Bay |
Tampa Bay | Tampa Bay |
| Tennessee (+9) vs San Diego |
Tennessee | San Diego |
| Record | 2-2 | 1-3 |
I am so glad I don’t bet on sports.
Speak for yourself.
Wahrheit went 4-0.
I still can’t believe you told people we could win them money last week. Now everyone can see you can’t make good judgments. You’re the kind of guy that would choose Velma over Daphne. We can’t trust someone like that.
Whuh? You mean from Scooby Doo?
Yar, if someone asked you which one you’d rather date, and for normal people (ie, not you) Velma’s just too, well, ugly.
Look, this blog is weird enough without getting into conversations about which cartoon characters are cuter.
I like that Esurance chick.
OK, fine! You’re a cartoon, it makes sense for you! It doesn’t for me!
*Sigh* I guess you’re going to want my picks for next week?
By tomorrow night, if you can.
As long as you don’t lord it over me if I go 0-4 next week.
Sure thing.
You really wouldn’t choose Velma, would you?
Er…yeah…probably I would.
Seriously? *Blanches* OK, that makes things easy…my picks for next week are the opposite of yours.
[Hot and allegedly hot female day, post 5]
Last week, we had a bit of discussion about the drug lordess Sandra Avila Beltrán (half of it about whether she was hot). Chessloser had this bit to add: “i can picture her in tight leather pants, boots, and a machine gun…rrraaawwwrrrr…”
I thought that imagery wasn’t bad, so I put my journeyman’s ability in 3D art to work. It’s not actually Beltrán herself–my skills are too poor to simulate someone’s facial structure, and it would have taken time that I don’t have anyway. The leather is very unconvincing and it seems odd to have metallic boots. Nonetheless, I have no time to redo it. Click on the pic for a wallpaper-size (1280×960) version.
[Hot and allegedly hot female day, post 3]
Say hi to Kari, everyone!

Kari 3.1’s really great, because I don’t have to worry about stuff like buying flowers, deciding on a restaurant, or being bugged about when we’re getting married. Meeting Kari was easy; it’s not like I had to go out and meet anyone, spend time getting to know her, then have the guts to ask her out. Plus I have full control over her personality, appearance and actions. Er…
(BTW, I’m not really using this program. If anyone wants to give it a whirl, let us know how it is.)
Hot and allegedly hot female day, post 2.
I realize this won’t appeal to those who think females automatically become ugly after age 39. For those of us with more taste, read (and see) on.
Several months ago, Ségolène Royal ran for the French presidency, and lost. She made a point to flaunt her femininity and charm, and undoubted earned herself a few percent of the vote based on that alone.

In Argentina, Cristina Fernández de Kirchner will be running for the presidency. Unlike Ségolène, she’s acutally favored to win. I have no idea what her views are or whether she’d make a competent president. I do know that other heads of state wouldn’t mind having closer relations with Argentina if she gets elected.

In the United States, our potential female head of state is Hillary Clinton, who is somewhat lacking in the woman-ness department. I heard she showed cleavage once. Her picture is not shown because she’s not even allegedly hot. Well, except Joe D seems to like her.
Sunday night, for some odd reason, I kept stumbling on pictures of babes and alleged babes. So, today would be perfect for a hot and allegedly hot female day, where every post will have a cheesecake pic of some chick! [The Mascot says: It's about time you took one of my recommendations.] Right, and it’s utterly sexist. But the readership is about 63% male*, so…sorry if you’re a girl and want me to do a hot guy day, it ain’t happening. Post beefcake pictures on your own blog. First up: Spanish ball girl
And, um, yeah, you can see her boobs. I mean, just the top half. OK, so probably I’m going to shut up and let the pictures do the talking for the most part today. [The Mascot says: Once you figure out that people don't read the blog for what you have to say, the better the content will be.]

Sandra Avila Beltrán has proven that slowly but surely, women are breaking the glass ceiling. You see, Ms. Beltrán is a so-called “queenpin”, heading up development of drug smuggling routes from Mexico to the U.S. This job has traditionally been dominated by males.
The whole concept of a female Mexican drug lord conjures all sorts of images of a potentially hot female, and she does not fail in this respect. Although now that she’s actually been captured, it kinda takes away a little of the mystique. (Yeah, I know she’s 46; that doesn’t make automatically her unattractive.)
Dear Mascot,
I feel bad for you, being such an inept flirt (I won’t embarrass you by sharing your experience from last night). I’m going to teach you how to get a girl’s number. First, let’s take a look at your methods:
1. Going heavy on the Don Juan wanna-be moves.
2. Posting nude pics of yourself.
3. Trying to win so-called “masculinity contests” against females.
First, you don’t have the body to impress anyone (heck, I don’t have the body to impress anyone and it’s better than yours). Second, if you have a hard time proving you’re more masculine than females, you’ve pretty much lost the battle already.
Let’s compare that with what I did on a flight a couple weeks back:
1. Offered use of headset to hear the in-flight entertainment (we ended up using one earpiece each—tres romantique, although that was not the intention).
2. Showed an interest in her life and hobbies.
3. Respectfully (and nervously) asked about potential future meetings.
Strangely, I asked for her number despite being unsure of pursuing it. Maybe it was just to prove to myself that I’ll have the stones to do it again in the future.
[The Mascot responds: I hate you, and I think you're a liar.]
[Note: The Mascot is filling in while I'm away for the weekend. If he becomes overly stupid or offensive, let me know on Monday so I can kick his shell.]
This weekend, I finally got to show off my complete manliness and cuteness. That’s a win-win for everyone. And I was just checking for any e-mails, and…
Wait, how’d this get thrown into the Junk E-mail folder? “Hop inside and find yourself a horny little …. buddy. Looking to meet up with the local bar slut?” Yeah, that’s what I’m talking about! Let me just click on this link, and–
Oh, crap, he just stepped through the door. Gotta go!