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Table Tennis Dorks

Aaron has his thing for the snow­board­ing girls, the ones with the pig­tails on the moun­tain who sup­port the Canadian gear com­pa­nies like West 49, Nick has his for long­board­ing girls, Jeff for the hock­ey girls, and Trolley for the…girls. I think the whole idea is hilar­i­ous, and chuck­le to myself when I read about peo­ple like Alexandra Kosteniuk, the attrac­tive Russian girl who became Grandmaster at the age of 13, in the papers. I always imag­ine chess dorks swoon­ing over some spec­tac­u­lar move she makes that’s beyond my com­pre­hen­sion.

Then I saw Biba Golic face some­one in the 2003 Killerspin com­pe­ti­tion, and real­ized that I’m just a table ten­nis dork. It’s not so much the fact that she’s a pro­fes­sion­al table ten­nis play­er, but the fact that she plays aggres­sive­ly, almost uncon­ser­v­a­tive­ly. It’s like Jonathan and his thing for drum­mer girls who play with an aggro-ape stance, instead of the dain­ty, elbows-raised pos­ture that so many female drum­mers seem to have. There’s some­thing about a girl who plays like a guy, whether it’s table ten­nis, drums, or even games. This is going on the updat­ed list soon.

Table ten­nis dorks. I won­der if I’m the first.

To Not Scratch

What is it about mos­qui­to bites that makes them so damn sat­is­fy­ing to scratch? It’s like a high­er form of itch­ing, which turns into a high­er form of scratch­ing. I’ve always had bad reac­tions to insect bites; when I was young, I had one that was almost the size of my head. It cov­ered up all of my kneecap and I decid­ed to get med­ical help when I could­n’t walk with­out feel­ing like I had an extra 27 lay­ers of skin bunch­ing up on the joint. I know I should­n’t touch them, and I’ve since gained the self-con­trol, but some­thing just makes me want to jab my fin­gers in them and claw them until they bleed.

Love-Hate Blogs

Ever have those love-hate rela­tion­ship with blogs, where they seem so inter­est­ing in one post, then so com­plete­ly stu­pid in the next? Sometimes I’ll go through the process of delet­ing one from my book­marks then re-adding it lat­er from mem­o­ry.

Hit Or Miss Wardrobe

I just real­ized that years of wear­ing school uni­forms, and the asso­ci­at­ed free­dom from hav­ing to decide what to wear, has made me fash­ion chal­lenged. Anything I wear is hit or miss, and I always have a hard time dis­tin­guish­ing between the two. There are tons of things I just can’t pull off, but not being able to actu­al­ly see that actu­al­ly makes such a fact impor­tant.

Former Or Latter

I final­ly have some time to catch up on my blogroll. The hia­tus has giv­en me a fresh per­spec­tive on the blogs that I read, and I’m start­ing to under­stand why I actu­al­ly read them in the first place. Most authors are just plain inter­est­ing, and their blogs offer a glimpse into the lives of peo­ple with dis­tinct per­son­al­i­ties. The most inter­est­ing ones are by intel­li­gent peo­ple with lifestyles I’ve nev­er been through. However, there’s a fair share of authors whose lives are so sad that they’re amus­ing, and their blogs are so pathet­ic that they’re humor­ous. These are the peo­ple who write because they think they’re impor­tant, and fill their entries with the most trite, sequa­cious crap.

And it’s made me won­der, espe­cial­ly after hav­ing reached an aver­age of 200 dai­ly vis­its last month, which of the two types this blog fits into for oth­er peo­ple when they read.