What These Two Banana Mamas Like

So, it's been discussed that this blog aughta be more about what we like and not what we are angry about. Well. I like a lot of things that have nothing to do with anything. Currently, I am in love with Scottish actors.


Isn't he the most charming man? I didn't know I was into pasty complexions until I saw him in the movie Becoming Jane (a mediocre movie btw. When is that Anne Hathaway going to get a really good, meaty, complex role?) I think it's his nose. It's just got so much character in it, it's so big.... has anyone seen that Futurama episode where aliens mistake human noses as their sex organ? Haha well 'neways... 

Next on my Sexy Scots list is Ewan Macgregor of course, he's got an interesting nose as well, but not nearly as humungus as McAvoy's. Actually, I'm nearing the end of my list. There's Sean Connery of course, but that's a bit of an embarrassing crush isn't it, he's a bit old for me.


... and he sounds like a stuff in this interview huh? Still, the kilt is terribly attractive on him. I'd like to see more men in kilts. And for the love of St. Bernard will somebody write a Scotland based romance novel that isn't complete drivel. (I still read the ones that are complete drivel. If it is discovered that I have a brain tumour, it will be noted that the primary cause was reading drivelous Scottish romances while supressing their drivelousness in the back of my head, wherein the tumour is situated.)

Friendship Chemistry

This is the third blog that I've started in as many years, because although I LOVELOVELOVE checking in at my favorite blogsites every time I'm on the internet, and think that they're like, like, like COLUMNS but BETTER, I worry that the whole concept of having an online diary is a little too hubristic.

Self-consciousness aside, I had the thought that a rant may not be the most auspicious beginning to this, our blog, and wanted to introduce you all to my friend Pilar, by telling y'all how we met...

The short story is that we took Chinese class together in the second semester of our Sophomore year (natural alliteration! It doesn't happen often, it's like, penguins in your soup or something...) I'd bore you with the long story, but everyone knows there's such thing as friendship chemistry, so I'd like to say something about how my (non-sexual) crush on Pilar started out.

The true romance of our friendship began in Hong Kong, actually, when I fell asleep on an evening I was supposed to take her out partying in LanKwai, and she forgave me for it. It was unforgivable on my part because she was only in Hong Kong for about a week, and everyone knows that you have to squeeze every last minute of joy out of short trips, in order to placate yourself when you look at your bank account statement when you get home. That she let me sleep is true selflessness. She even gave me this purple scarf she bought during her other Chinese travels despite my callous succumbance to lethargy. Pilar is a SAINT I tell you!!!!! When I'm an wearing my Cardinal reds I'll be the first one to vote for her (they do vote, don't they?) canonization.

The rest is recent history. :) (actually, I shit myself when I use that phrase, because I don't really know what that means. What does "the rest is history" actually mean? Technically, everything that happened is history, but why does it feel right to point out that obvious absurdity / absurd obviousness right about now?)