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This blog has no point.  I honestly cannot think of anything to write about aside from what I’ve done in the past week or so – and although this week has been quite awesome/eventful I don’t feel like chronicling any of it.  But I have a powerful lust to write something, and so here we are.   Is lack of subject matter an adequate subject matter?  You tell me.

“Write about what you know” is a stereotypical phrase I’ve heard espoused throughout my life.  I cannot give a specific example of the utterance of the aforementioned phrase but I thought of it almost immediately when I began to ponder what to write – thus, it must be worth bearing some credence.  The problem then becomes that all that I know is media, and whatever I learned in 5 years of university – both of which are probably too esoteric for anyone, other than my friends, to write something generally interesting about.  Sure I could write about “The Office”, that might be popular enough that most people would at least understand whatever point I was trying to make – but then I’d be writing about “The Office” and that seems entirely pointless. 

As I wrote that last paragraph I began to see parallels in my writing endeavors and my life – the common theme being “I can’t think of anything”.  I feel as though I am at a point in my life where I need to decide what I am actually going to do.  What is more is I have been debating my existential dilemma since my triumphant return to SK after quitting grad school 9 months ago and, so far, the only thing I’ve come up with is writing.  I enjoy writing – its fun, and I’ve received great reactions to my previous work (that is to say Tyler and Billy like my blog posts).  I honestly believe I would enjoy the work (which is more than I can say about almost any other job) and, more importantly, the lifestyle – living in a downtown condo, casually working on my Mac in cafés, discussing the waning popularity of the semi-colon with my colleagues.  Yes, that sounds nice, if only I had something to write about…

Peace and Love,

-Keegs

I am writing this blog as a warning to all my trusting female friends out there:  Facebook is conducive to stalking.  As some of you tonight I will be attending a show for a little group known as “Protest the Hero”.  Now that I am a Facebooker (or Facebookee), I have taken advantage of the “Events” portion and added myself as confirmed to attend tonight’s concert.  I have also perused my fellow confirmed attendees and noticed a few… standouts among them. 

I’m not going to name names but needless to say some of the girls that are attending smack of emo-ey (or alternative-ly) goodness.  I want to emphasize that I am not going to intentionally use my newfound powers for evil (I’m just not that big of a creep), but if, for some reason I end up talking to a certain someone, I will defiantly be a much bigger fan of the following movies (even though some are among my personal favs):

Amelie, Empire Records, Anchorman, Zoolander, Dazed and Confused, Harold and Kumar Go to White Castle, Mall Rats, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Finding Nemo, Billy Madison, Office Space, Wayne's World, Grandma's Boy, Boondock Saints, Fight Club.

On a related note I am now into painting and crocheting and I am a huge proponent of homemade jewelry.

Facebook gives studious people an advantage in social interaction… fuck you charming people, now what are you going to do?!?!?

Peace out.

-Keegs

I was thinking about the concept of “leagues” today.  I recalled Buchan once telling me I generally go for girls out of my league – This offended me for a few reasons.  One being that the term “she’s out of you’re league” is usually only uttered to summarily-unattractive men or men of painstakingly-average attractiveness (note: I’m sure I fall into one of these categories, but it’s not something I need to be reminded of) – Two being that the implication that I should adhere to the “league system” and only seek companionship intra-leaguely.   

The main flaw of the “leagues” metaphor is that the application of leagues is purely superficial, inasmuch as it is applied based solely on physical attractiveness and ignores intelligence, and humor and any other facets of attraction.  For example, no one has ever said “She’s way out of you’re league… she knows how to integrate over the volume of a tetrahedron”. This exclusion is bullshit.  Integration is a turn on and, as a side note, is actually vitally important to most superficial assessments of people as the area under someone’s curve(s) is often proportional (in some way) to how attractive that said someone appears.   

According to "leagues" theory, I am to believe that because someone is more attractive (relatively speaking) than me, I should not even consider dating them.  This raises a practical question – how attractive am I (objectively speaking)?  Based on my observations thus far I would say I’m less attractive (relatively speaking, of course) than almost every girl I’ve ever gone for.  What is even more mind-numbing is I have no idea which of these poor, poor girls is the least attractive OR what percentile they would occupy in the scale of female-attractiveness.  Thus I have no idea what girls are in my “league”.  Objectively I’m fucked (or not fucked as the case may be).  

This is where the league metaphor really falls apart.  Even if someone (or something) could define attractiveness objectively – think of something like the platinum bar that defines the mass for a kilogram, except for hotness – you can’t take people’s subjective perception out of the model.  For example, what if all the girls I tried to date in the past weren’t actually out of my league, but really just thought they were – my assessment of my own attractiveness is skewed because some sluts think they’re too good for me (note: this is how I rationalize ALL my failures with the lady-folk) and I resort to dating girls that are actually below my league – which again, is bullshit.

To sum up:

THE LEAGUE SYSTEM IS BULLSHIT. 

Which is good news for me, because it means the emo girl I saw walking downtown today is still attainable.

-Keegs