Thursday 11 October 2001

Pic of the day:

The (stomach) acid test

How can you know for certain that you're not in love with someone? Even if you really like them and are rather enthusiastic about it? Well, I think I have a way of knowing. Correct me if I'm wrong ...

If you imagine kissing someone on the mouth, and it's even mildly disgusting (even if you've both brushed your teeth and chewed mint flavored sugar free Orbit chewing gum) ... then you're not in love.

There is then no reason to move on to other imaginings, up to and including inserting part A in slot B as shown on illustration XIV. Rather, stop while it's still fun, right?

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I'm so pleased to notice that there is still a number of people who read these musings, beyond myself. I must admit that I don't know exactly who you are, or even why you are here. Sometimes I feel like pandering to you, my readers, because I appreciate you being here. But then I remember that I have no idea what it is that you like here. The photographs? The cute screenshots? The political and social essays? The emotional train wreck value of my ongoing failure to find human love (or recognize it until it's too late)?

Or perhaps you're just curious, like I am. After all, reading someone's journal is faster and cheaper than becoming a licensed psychiatrist ... And you still get to peek into other people's minds. A nice deal, I'd say.

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I'd be quite happy to write an analysis of the political developments in Norway lately, but frankly I've spent so much time on making this Sim comic (and it's not even in continuity). Besides, it would totally ruin the mood. So, good night instead. :)