I had a thought this evening, as I was making up my bed again. I am not sure why I came to this conclusion, at the time that I did, but I continued to think about it, as I finished my housebold chores.
What if monogamy is a male concept?
This suggestion would seem to be counter-intuitive. Men are the dogs that want to be out in the world, screwing anything that moves and instinctually 'spreading their seed'. This seems to be a commonly believed, and held to be true, concept. No one ever challenges it. But is it really a fair assumption?
Are women monogamous by design or by circumstance?
Have you ever noticed that most women want, and almost need, lots of friends. They aren't happy unless there are a wide variety of people that like them, and look out for their well-being. It seems far more important, for women, to be thought of as 'nice' or a 'desirable person'. They don't all pursue this goal the same way. Some mistakenly think they can accomplish this by sleeping around. Regardless of the means, the goal is still the same. She wants to be liked.
The common preconception is, a man does not want to commit. The cliche scenario is a woman complaining to her friends (notice the plural) that her current man just won't commit to her. It is thought that the inability to commit is just a male trait. Has anyone studied this? Is it not more likely that the man is just being cautious. Commitment is a big deal. Might it not be a more reasonable assumption to believe that, men do not commit easily, but remain resolute through more adversity?
I'm not suggesting that either gender less morally sound. It is just an observation that I made. The comparison is, women need lots of friends, and men seem only to need enough for a poker game. Which pattern of behaviour seems more monogamous.
Food for thought.
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Update on Yesterday's Bet:
He did not go snowmobiling, although he would have, had his machines been snow-worthy. He did ride his quad though, I couldn't that 50%.
Only one person was willing to bet. That was my Mom. I owe you $5, and you owe me $5, since it was a split. How about we shake hands and write off the debts?
He did not go snowmobiling, although he would have, had his machines been snow-worthy. He did ride his quad though, I couldn't that 50%.
Only one person was willing to bet. That was my Mom. I owe you $5, and you owe me $5, since it was a split. How about we shake hands and write off the debts?
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Monday, October 18, 2004
Does the following situation seem like one that should be cause for concern?
I was lying on the weight bench today at lunch. I was pausing between repetitions on bench presses. As I lay there I looked up into the pattern of the stipple, in my textured ceiling. As I looked up, I came to see a pattern in the randomness. I thought I saw what I could have sworn was an evil clown. It was grinning devilishly, and had a cruel gleam in its eye, beneath the conical hat it wore.
I was lying on the weight bench today at lunch. I was pausing between repetitions on bench presses. As I lay there I looked up into the pattern of the stipple, in my textured ceiling. As I looked up, I came to see a pattern in the randomness. I thought I saw what I could have sworn was an evil clown. It was grinning devilishly, and had a cruel gleam in its eye, beneath the conical hat it wore.
Saturday, October 16, 2004
Okay, I just want to go on the record and say, I am NOT suicidal.
So I'm drilling some holes in my arm chair this afternoon. Fairly innocent task to be accomplishing. The 20 year old furniture castors on this chair have been broken for awhile. I have been negligent in making good on the needed repair. I am on a general improvement kick lately, so I thought I'd do this work on my chair.
I'm using my drill, for one of the first 10 times since I got it for Christmas. (I don't do home improvement tasks very often) The fault with giving me a power tool is, I'm unlikely to go buy accessories for it. Thus, all I have for drill bits are some dollar store ones that I got at the time I got the drill.
Without an alternative, I begin drilling holes with the largest of these drill bits. Its going reasonably well. How hard is drilling holes in a 2x4? I finish the first side, and switch to the second. All of a sudden the task of drilling holes becomes difficult. For some reason this piece of wood is extremely hard. I've drilled through steel with more success than I was having with this piece of wood. I get to one hole and there is so much resistance to my drilling efforts that smoke is emanating from the hole.
Then something weird happened. It kinda makes sense, when you think about the physics of something. But still, when something weird happens, you can't help but be surprised.
The drill bit bent. 90 degree right turn angle, in the split of an instant. This, however, would not alone be enough to necessitate a blog entry, or the inclusion of my warning at the beginning of this note. The truly eye-opening thing that came out of this little misadventure is, I ended up drilling my wrist with the drill. No, I did not put a hole clear through the wrist. However, what was accomplished, was I peeled open a nice wound. Again, not that noteworthy, in and of itself. However, as I'm washing the blood off my arm, (and there was a lot of it) I happened to take note of the actual location of the wound. Standing up proudly, a blue-ish outline of my arterial vein was throbbing methodically not 5 millimeters (or so) from the location of the inadvertent puncture wound to my arm.
The frightening coincidences that make up our daily lives . . .
So I'm drilling some holes in my arm chair this afternoon. Fairly innocent task to be accomplishing. The 20 year old furniture castors on this chair have been broken for awhile. I have been negligent in making good on the needed repair. I am on a general improvement kick lately, so I thought I'd do this work on my chair.
I'm using my drill, for one of the first 10 times since I got it for Christmas. (I don't do home improvement tasks very often) The fault with giving me a power tool is, I'm unlikely to go buy accessories for it. Thus, all I have for drill bits are some dollar store ones that I got at the time I got the drill.
Without an alternative, I begin drilling holes with the largest of these drill bits. Its going reasonably well. How hard is drilling holes in a 2x4? I finish the first side, and switch to the second. All of a sudden the task of drilling holes becomes difficult. For some reason this piece of wood is extremely hard. I've drilled through steel with more success than I was having with this piece of wood. I get to one hole and there is so much resistance to my drilling efforts that smoke is emanating from the hole.
Then something weird happened. It kinda makes sense, when you think about the physics of something. But still, when something weird happens, you can't help but be surprised.
The drill bit bent. 90 degree right turn angle, in the split of an instant. This, however, would not alone be enough to necessitate a blog entry, or the inclusion of my warning at the beginning of this note. The truly eye-opening thing that came out of this little misadventure is, I ended up drilling my wrist with the drill. No, I did not put a hole clear through the wrist. However, what was accomplished, was I peeled open a nice wound. Again, not that noteworthy, in and of itself. However, as I'm washing the blood off my arm, (and there was a lot of it) I happened to take note of the actual location of the wound. Standing up proudly, a blue-ish outline of my arterial vein was throbbing methodically not 5 millimeters (or so) from the location of the inadvertent puncture wound to my arm.
The frightening coincidences that make up our daily lives . . .
As I'm doing football this afternoon, a thought has occurred to me.
Why are we still using the, let the ref eyeball it, method of determining the line of scrimmage? With GPS, laser diode surveying, and all the other tricks and technological innovations that there are in the world, shouldn't we be doing something about the inequity in terms of setting the line of scrimmage?
Why not put some kind of sensor in the ball? Give the linesman a handheld reciever and instead of eyeballing it, he can know the precise location of the ball, at all times. Put some decent software on the device, and it'll tell him the farthest point achieved by the ball, and the location can be known precisely. Then we don't need this stupidity of arguing about the spot of the ball, especially on short yardage situations. Haven't we all groaned as we've watched the refs mark the ball 3 chain links short of a first down? Its stupid and bizarre that we've let this idiocy continue as long as we have.
TELK - bringing good ideas to you since 1982.
Why are we still using the, let the ref eyeball it, method of determining the line of scrimmage? With GPS, laser diode surveying, and all the other tricks and technological innovations that there are in the world, shouldn't we be doing something about the inequity in terms of setting the line of scrimmage?
Why not put some kind of sensor in the ball? Give the linesman a handheld reciever and instead of eyeballing it, he can know the precise location of the ball, at all times. Put some decent software on the device, and it'll tell him the farthest point achieved by the ball, and the location can be known precisely. Then we don't need this stupidity of arguing about the spot of the ball, especially on short yardage situations. Haven't we all groaned as we've watched the refs mark the ball 3 chain links short of a first down? Its stupid and bizarre that we've let this idiocy continue as long as we have.
TELK - bringing good ideas to you since 1982.
I have the TV on CBC this afternoon. Toronto and Calgary are playing in the CBC's Saturday football game. The game comes on, and Toronto has to kick off, to start the game. Noel Prefontaine gets the ball on the tee, and lines up for the kick. As he walks back from tee, pacing of the distance he needs to wind up for the kick, the signs along the stands of McMahon are readable. This occurence would not ordinarily require a blog entry. However, one particular sign caught my attention, as Prefontaine stopped, and prepared to kick-off. Behind him, along the bleachers was the following corporate sign:
BJ Services
Corporation Canada
And I LAUGHED MY ASS OFF!!!!!
BJ Services
Corporation Canada
And I LAUGHED MY ASS OFF!!!!!
Friday, October 15, 2004
Thursday, October 14, 2004
I never got around to blogging last night. I meant to, but when I had a few moments to type something up, I found myself doing other things. So, we will have a schizophrenic collection of random thoughts on this Thursday morning.
Vanilla Pepsi is way better than Vanilla Coke. My recommendation is to chill it significantly. Put it in the freezer (be careful with this because frozen, and then thawed pop is not as good) Get it icy cold and then drink it. Man, its almost as good as an ice cream float!
Do fish have testicles?
I need some advice, if anyone has any to spare. I do a lot of driving. And since there's nothing else to do, I do a lot of thinking while I drive. I have some good ideas. My trouble is, how do I make a note of them, while I drive? I haven't found a method that works really well. Suggestions anyone?
I am not ready for snow.
Work is intruding. More later.
Vanilla Pepsi is way better than Vanilla Coke. My recommendation is to chill it significantly. Put it in the freezer (be careful with this because frozen, and then thawed pop is not as good) Get it icy cold and then drink it. Man, its almost as good as an ice cream float!
Do fish have testicles?
I need some advice, if anyone has any to spare. I do a lot of driving. And since there's nothing else to do, I do a lot of thinking while I drive. I have some good ideas. My trouble is, how do I make a note of them, while I drive? I haven't found a method that works really well. Suggestions anyone?
I am not ready for snow.
Work is intruding. More later.
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
I thought that the, fly in the TV, thing was a one time only occurence last summer. I watched this TV all the way through the summer and no flies. Now the calendar has rolled over into October. And much to my surprise and chagrin, there is ANOTHER fly in my TV. I much confess that is really pisses me off. If its outside the TV, I could just get a swatter and mash the damn thing. But its inside and I can't get the little bastard!
I believe I will name 2004's fly Oscar. Everyone say hello.
I believe I will name 2004's fly Oscar. Everyone say hello.