Merry Me!

I mentioned that at the Christmas party the other day I met a girl. She's Amanda's friend, and her name is Melissa. When we were introduced to each other, she said "Nice shirt" or something. I was wearing a Beatles shirt. She wasn't very talkative overall, but that's better than being very talkative. Amanda said that she opens up once you get to know her -- I'd imagine that's true for all shy people. She's relatively tall, and I like that. And she's younger than me, but she doesn't look as young as I think she is. She looked good. I didn't get smitten or anything, though.

Upon my request, Amanda gave me her screen name, and using that, I found her LiveJournal. She likes anime. I don't know what anime-people are called (Kevin?). I don't really like anime. I mean, I don't hate it, but I'm not into it. Could it work anyway? I guess it could. But she'd be all like "Japan!" and I'd be all like "Whatever!" Well, I'd try to care, if I liked her.

They say "Nobody's perfect," and I say "Nobody's perfect for me." I've said it before and I'll say it again: there is no one like me... and not in a good way. I guess the closest mold I fit is that of the computer geek, and (stereotypically, at least) the she-geek is a rare and coveted creature. I'm so hopeless. I've never even been on a date. Can you believe that? I wouldn't even know what to do. I'd have to ask someone. By the way, guys, how do you tie your shoes?

But looking at the "Interests" in Melissa's LiveJournal user info, I found these things that I like: being a computer nerd, Bruce Almighty, cheese, chess, chocolate, Douglas Adams, Ellen DeGeneres, Harry Potter, Jim Carrey, Monty Python, Pac-Man, parodies, potato chips, Queen, singing, and Tom Hanks.

Hey. She's a computer nerd. Let me do some more Googling...

Oh spit. She's gay.

Someone kill me. Why do I even bother?

Maybe I'm just retarded or something, but until today I didn't know that a dove and a pigeon were the same thing. Thanks, Wikipedia!

Richard Scarry's "Best Word Book Ever": a comparison between the 1963 and 1991 editions. So much has changed in the name of political correctness. (Be sure to go through the whole gallery.) Yes, that's right, "handsome pilot" and "pretty stewardess" are no longer acceptable. "Stewardess." There's a word that sounds profane judging by how much it's avoided. And my mom (maternal parent) sometimes yells at me for saying "mailman."

Two years ago: "An important life lesson: every shortcoming of a school can be blamed on safety issues."