Closure
We got boxes of the game we have worked on for three years. The surprising thing is...they didn't suck! Everyone was quite afraid that Microsoft marketing would fail us again. The last box we had was for an expansion pack on the old game and they used really mediocre art and design. This box AND its contents are really top notch. The office was pretty jubilant as everyone went around shaking hands and saying "doctor." I guess we all felt the operation was finally a success and the patient would live! Receiving the box was quite cathartic for some reason.

Whew.

Blind Date Number 12
A very witty woman responded to my personal ad. I was fairly excited to meet her. A nice invitation to drinks landed us at a favorite and quite posh/trendy local bar. The restaurant part of the building has a water fountain and the decor is rich dark wood and very stylish chandeliers.
I hate to admit it but I was very disappointed in my attraction level. Our conversation went very very well, but clearly we weren't a match. When I stepped away to go to the restroom I closed my eyes and tried to envision it...no dice. I know, we all like to think we aren't superficial in who we are attracted to. Fortunately I had some philosophical differences that were kinda deal breakers and I didn't have to feel guilty about not being interested.

Back into the gene pool.

I'm tired of women complaining about how they are the oppressed sex. It's not that they aren't, and not that I don't do my best to help elevate people. Note that I use the word "people" and not women or men. I am just tired of hearing about it. At this point it's all but proven that women have better orgasms than men, have better genetic consistency, live longer, have better memories...the list goes on. So what kicks me off right now? What started this little mini tirade. Two words. Cam girls.

Blessedly beautiful girls can install a cam and get shitloads of money for showing how lucky they are. To a certain degree, it doesn't bother me. Okay, so they got lucky. What irks me is that they are spamming my fucking mailboxes and now they've even invaded my personal space. I put up a personal ad without a photo. I'm a nice guy. I write nice things about myself. This girl writes me and says, "you seem like a nice guy." "I want to meet a nice guy." Write me at @excite.com So I do. She sends me a sexy pic. Right away I have an identity crisis as noone this physically beautiful has ever shown an interest in me. I slowly kick myself as I realize she hasn't seen a pic yet. So, my head stops spinning I read the rest of her email which says I can chat with her by going to her homepage. I have to stress that this email was definitely hand written and really didn't bear any earmarks of mass production. The email mentioned things I had in my ad. Though the use of the word "chat" set my spidey sense tingling. When I arrive at the homepage...it's set up pretty cleverly. It doesn't race directly to the "gimme money" banner. It waits to the end of the page while hinting that she has a "roomate" who takes pictures of her sometimes. Bottom line...I haven't heard back from her and I'm not fucking paying to chat.

So some women are making shitloads of money off of guys who are making shitloads of money. I'm failing to see real oppression here. The only inequality I see is that not all woMen are created equal. Some are created to profit. Women have as much power as they care to seize. It's just a matter of how unsavory the seizing can be. So fuck off cam girls; and quit spamming my mailbox and don't toy with my emotions. You aren't any better than telemarketers.