online dating works against evolution?

ok bunnies, this is something that has been intriguing me for quite a while.

you know how internet has changed the way people meet and hook up? sure, there were penpals and shit even before the net, but nothing in the scale that online dating/chatting/shit is today.

what i find interesting is the way it works against evolution.

irl, we notice a person according to their looks. as shallow as that is, the reason for it is quite logical. even when looking for a one night shag, we use the same hunting system that is developed to serve us in reproduction.

what we find attractive is of course partly brainwashed by the media, but still, part of it is hardcoded in us.

we look at the face first. it has been tested that most people find a symmetric face the sexiest. it's logical that we are interested in the face, since it's the most difficult and delicate part of us to 'built'. any 'mistakes' that our genes may have, are quite likely to show in the face. we are attracted to the symmetric features because they spell good genes. right?

another thing that is dismissed when logging on, is the smell. after getting interested on how someone looks, we move closer and are able to smell the person. this is something that happens almost entirely subconsciously, but we are attracted to people by the way they smell. we send out a sum of our immune system in the way we smell. and in others we of course are looking for the person who's smell is most different from us, to provide a more wholesome immune system for the potential offspring.

this is of course only a couple of lil things picked out from a very complex system, but these are the two things that i find most interesting. and these are the things that are the first ones to go down the drain when logging on.

of course most of the internet services also provide us with pictures, but as we all know, those pictures only tell part of the truth.

online, we meet these created personalities. after logon, sam simple turns into harry hustler just as wilma wallflower turns into marla maneater. suddenly the traumatic acne that has caused sam to become the shy recluse he is, is magically wiped away in photoshop. single mum wilma is suddenly the newborn white trash pamela anderson, thanks to a well chosen camera angle and a push up bra.

but is it necessarily a bad thing? couldn't tell you mate. i guess it's only fair if sam and wilma can have some fun too. even if only online.

tho i reckon i'll still sniff my boys out from the crowd irl.

you bunnies are weird...

some swede *points finger* ended up reading my rants after googling the words:

"orgasm girl surgery clinic -transsexual clitoris"

...wtf? other pearls from this morning:

"eat on bigclit",
"skanky",
"FUCKEN HELL",
"rubberglove"

oh, and i burned my thumb nail again making coffee this morning. fuck. i really need that long neck lighter thingie.

SO true

your humor style:
the cutting edge

CLEAN | SPONTANEOUS | DARK
(56% dark, 60% spontaneous, 38% vulgar)

your humor's mostly innocent and off-the-cuff, but somehow there's something slightly menacing about you. part of your humor is making people a little uncomfortable, even if the things you say aren't in and of themselves confrontational. you probably have a very dry delivery, or are seriously over-the-top.

your type is the most likely to appreciate a good insult and/or broken bone and/or very very fat person dancing. (yes, yes and yes! i would. i really would. heh.)

people like you: david letterman - john belushi

how you compared to other people your age and gender:

you scored higher than 45% on dark
you scored higher than 90% on spontaneous
you scored higher than 81% on vulgar

[the 3 variable funny test]

funny thing

i just remembered a funny thing from last night.

once again i was asked if i had some asian blood running in my family. heh. the guy said that he had tried to figure out where i was from. he was suprised to hear that i was scandinavian.

when i visited egypt abt 5 yrs ago, everyone there thought i was japanese. cracked me up. some poor fucker offered gawd knows how many camels for the 'japanese princess' and my fuckwit of a boyfriend (at the time) was fucken considering it too - until he realised that it'd be a bitch to try to get the bloody mammals into the plane.

fair enuff, i'm short and i've got the japanese school girl trademark dark bob... but gimme a fucken break. heh.

as far as i know most of my family roots are finnish apart from a lil dash of russian vodka in my blood. and i recently heard that there's also a lil wink of estonian somewhere.

good morning bunnies

i think i need one of those long neck lighter thingies. atm i'm lighting my gas stove with a regular lighter and i managed to burn my thumb nail. smells funny.

the coffee is still as yummy as ever, so i guess its worth a burned nail or few...

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last night was awesome. i saw some fucken fantastic stuff screened, tho a lot of bullshit too. of course.

we showed up 2 hrs too early with my uni mate and his girlfriend. so we decided to go to cohibar in darling harbour, to enjoy a couple of fancy drinkies before the cheap gallery wine. the place is quite wanky and shit, but they play good music (groovy, funky and jazzy chillout stuff), the staff is good fun and the drinks are uber-yummy. i started out with the usual cosmopolitan and then tasted a coconut&mango martini. oh so girly and oh so yummy. heh.

then we rocked up at the gallery just in time to say hello to everyone before the screening started. and everyone was there: all my good uni mates (well, except couple of slackers), all of my cool teachers (well, except couple of slackers) and a lot of people i've met at gallery openings before.

i usually enjoy two kinds of artworks: the ones that entertain me and the ones that seduce me to lose the work itself entirely, fall into a trance-like state and go through my own shit while i'm enjoying the work.

personally, i don't like long video works. if you can't fit it into 3mins, make a fucken installation out of it so that i can walk in, and walk out when i'm bored 10 secs later. isn't short attention span a wonderful thing?

last night there were a few short ones that were very clever and/or entertaining. and to my suprise there were also a few longer ones that were just incredibly beautiful and intense. and there were also two awesome audio performances at the end of the night. specially the first one was fantastic. a couple of my teachers performed. the sound just had this incredible presence and i felt it more than heard it.

i was wrapped up in interesting conversations for the latter part of the evening, so i have to admit that my attention was not fully on the work being screened after the first intermission. but i had a great time.

i found myself challenged by the works that i saw and experienced as well as the company i had. what more can you ask from a wanky arthouse night out? well, the wine of course, but there was plenty. so it's all good.

fucken fantastic night out!

went to an audio visual screening/performance night at a local gallery tonight.

i thought it'd be the usual wanky sipping free white wine while bashing the useless shit on the gallery walls, but no! it was fucken fantastic. fan-tas-tic.

too tired to write more now, but it was good bunnies, very, very good.

ooh, made a new interesting contact. well, not really new. i had met him a couple of times before, but never really had a good chat or anything. i guess i was just an arrogant third year cunt. heh. and for the first time in ages, the interesting person with nice eyes is not at least 5 yrs younger than me, but even - get this - older than i am. heh.

morning coffee

neighbors are funny creatures.

after my gallery run in the city yesterday, i was tired as fuck. so i had a lil luxurious nap in the middle of the day. well, of course abt 30 mins later, my boss calls and wakes me up.

as i sit up on my bed to answer the phone, the first thing i see is the opposite neighbors telly screen through my window. and of course the fucker is watching hard core porno in the middle of the day. cracked me up.

so bunny, if it's you living opposite me, watching a porno in the middle of the day: you're caught. i can see you. heh.

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anyway. better skull down my coffee and hit the shower. it's back to work today. which is nice. i get to see all the people again and get paid.

after work it's gallery time. robin got his ikea mice video (i dunno the actual title) into a gallery and i wouldn't want to miss that.

tatah bunnies!

bob flanagan does poetry

a comment on my previous post got me thinking abt poetry again. it made me remember my favourite bob flanagan one. i've prolly posted this already ages ago, but i just really like it...

#1
i’ve been a shit and i hate fucking you now
because i love fucking you too much;
what good’s the head of my cock inside you
when my other head, the one with the brains,
keeps thinking how fucked up everything is,
how fucked i am to be fucking you and thinking
these things which take me away from you
when all i want is to be close to you
but fuck you for letting me fuck you now
when all that connects us is this fucking cock
which is as lost inside you as i am, here,
in the dark, fucking you and thinking - fuck,
the wallpaper behind you had a name,
what was it? you called it what? herringbone?

-bob flanagan

yay for home made flat white!

as i left the newtown house behind me, i also left the coffee machine behind me. i thought that moving out was the end to my 'waking up to a near perfection soy flat white' mornings.

then i found one of these beauties in my lovely new kitchen. and here i am, once again, starting my day with a wonderful home made soy flat white. oh, and following a mate's advice, i went for italian espresso instead of french one. it's so much smoother and nicer.

this espresso stove pot actually makes me love my gas stove too. it's so quick and even my milk is heated in no time. the coffee is ready by the time i get my cereal bowl fixed. awesome.

coffee makes the world a better place. at least momentarily. why don't you join me for a cup, bunnies?

shoppity shop

i went grocery shopping on my way home today. the guy behind the register tried to get me to donate money for kids or some shit...

- "good day, miss. could i interest you in donating money for [insert here some stupid children organization]?"

- "sorry luv, i hate kids."

- "...excuse me?" the guy looks at me in a funny way and continues: "but... but you're 'female'. you're supposed to have a maternal instinct to like kids. right?"

- "i prefer puppies and kittens and shit. you know, when you get fed up, you can just take them to the vet to have them put to sleep. try doing that to a kid and all hell breaks loose..."

- "erm... right. i appreciate your honesty i suppose - ummm... so that's a no for the donation then?"

heh. poor lil guy. i wish i had a camera. cause i can tell you bunnies, you should have seen his face.

lyrics of the day

i was training home from uni today when my ipod shuffled on a björk track i hadn't heard for ages. i just love her lyrics.

björk - unravel

while you are away
my heart comes undone
slowly unravels
in a ball of yarn
the devil collects it
with a grin
our love
in a ball of yarn

he'll never return it

so when you come back
we'll have to make new love

back to uni

it feels good to be back at uni. i hadn't even realised how much i had missed all my uni mates. it had been so boring without their twisted lil minds.

i heard that one of my uni mates had got his video into scott donovan gallery. fucken fantastic! i think the work will be screened this friday. better make sure i'll be there to witness this.

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heh, went skank spotting at penrith plaza again. funny as fuck. so cheap and so skanky. gotta luv it.

tho i spotted the best trailor trash chicky on my way to uni this morning. she was as skanky as they come: tiny lil top with mariah carey waistless jeans, revealing abt 20cm of love handles and stretch marks. and all this topped off with the trademark two colour hair: dark auburn underneath with peroxide blonde top. heh.

priceless.

sin city - go watch it bunnies!

honestly bunnies, visually just fucken stunning. it was the most prettiest and bloodiest thing i've seen since zatoichi. awesome, just awesome. that's all i can say.

oh, and plenty of top quality tits & arse. and i do mean PLENTY. soooo perty.

make sure you catch it in the cinemas.

home, sweet home

finally all settled in! did the move yesterday and unpacked everything today. which was pretty good effort considering that i did not get too much sleep last night. heh. good times. very good.

i have a gas stove now and i'm still not sure what to think abt it. i mean, fair enough, it's fast as fuck and all, but still... it's gas. it freaks the shit out of me. i'm starting to get used to it, like i can use it and all, but it's still a bit scary.

haven't touched the oven tho. not sure if i will either. it brings out this immediate mental image of some fat american white trash single mum, stuffing her head in it as a last resort *shivers*

i just don't like gas.

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i should hit the shower soon. i'm going to see sin city tonight with an old mate. haven't seen him since the beginning of the year and i think it'll be cool to catch up. this is the tall dark and handsome one.

let's see if he still is. heh.

update to the previous posting

shame on me! i totally forgot abt: the adventures of priscilla, queen of the desert, léon and the nightmare before christmas

...entirely unforgivable since i do believe that the glam lil pink bus had a major influence on me ending up down under.

"why don't you light your tampon and blow your box apart, because it's the only bang you're ever gonna get, sweetheart."

ooh, did i mention that for the first half of the year, i lived only a couple of blocks away from the imperial hotel? imperial is of course the starting point of priscilla's notorious trip from sydney to alice springs.

shamefully i have to add, that i have not yet seen a drag show in imperial. i fear that it could never live up to the expectations...

top10 directors & top10 movies

what's a better way to start a day, than to attemp the most difficult ranking ever (not counting in ranking past men of course... oh hang on, that would still be a lot easier than ranking movies) while my poor lil brain is only partly operating. [slightly modified via]

directors:

• stanley kubrick (1928 - 1999)
  
• david lynch (1946 - )
  
• takeshi kitano (1947 - )
  
• joel (1954 - ) & ethan coen (1957 - )
  
• tim burton (1958 - )
  
• luc besson (1959 - )
• quentin tarantino (1963 - )
• sam raimi (1959 - )
  
• peter jackson (1961 - )
  
• sofia coppola (1971 - )
  

bubbling under: aki kaurismäki, jim jarmusch, zach braff,

movies:

• clockwork orange (stanley kubrick 1971)
• down by law (jim jarmusch 1986)
  
• batman (tim burton 1989)
  
• pulp fiction (quentin tarantino 1994)
  
• lost highway (david lynch 1997)
  
• the big lebowski (coen brothers 1998)
• le grand bleu (luc besson 1998)
  
• secretary (steven schainbers 2002)
• zatôichi (takeshi kitano 2003)
• lost in translation (sofia coppola 2003)
  

bubbling under: bad taste, braindead, evil dead series, garden state, lucía y el sexo, meet the feebles, mies vailla menneisyyttä,

(almost) nest building

ok, i am officially in love with this apartment. i've spent the whole day unpacking and settling in and now this place feels like home. tomorrow i'll move the rest of my shit in. no idea how i'll fit it in tho. better think of something.

i was planning to go out tonight, but i fear i might be too tired to go. it's only 9:30pm and my bed is already starting to appear more than inviting. i love the bed btw. it's massive with a thick warm doona, dozen of luxurious big pillows and the mattress is uber comfy.

actually, fuck going out. instead, i'll chuck the last tango in paris into the dvd player, pile the most comfortable lounge ever from the pillows, draw the doona up to my ears and enjoy a lazy day off while i still can. better for my liver anyway.

tonight is for me and myself only. the rest of the world can wait.

yesterday was a funny day

i moved straight into the new apartment when i got back, but the problem was that i didn't have the keys to get in. my teacher mailed the keys to sunshine while i was gone and the plan was, that he meets me at the airport so that i can get into my new apartment. so far so good.

fear not, even a plan this simple can be fucked up, when the ever so powerful and sneaky mr. murphy comes along.

i rock up at the airport at 5am, 40+ hrs of travelling behind me, tired as fuck. i message sunshine straight away to let him know, that i have arrived and everything's ok. i start to worry a bit when he doesn't reply and 15 mins later i message him again saying "pls tell me that you are not still asleep in your bed..." again, no reply. fuck. after another 15 mins i call him up, just to hear a sleepy "mmmmmh... yeah?" after letting the phone ring for ages. apparently he had set the alarm early as fuck and no doubt killed it as soon as it went off. heh.

he appeared at the airport abt 20 mins later, hangover as fuck (and of course looking good enough to eat - like, we're talking shit hot here). poor lil thing. and - as you prolly already guessed - without the bloody keys. so there we go, catching a cab to newtown to get the keys and then to my new place at potts point.

even tho (or maybe because) i was more tired than i have ever been before, all this was just funny as fuck and i didn't get pissy at all. all i did was giggle my arse off at the things that were fucking up. good times.

he did cook me brekky to make up tho. and a good brekky it was. very good. heh.

i went to bed sometime around 7-8pm and slept for the next 14 hrs. ...tho i sorta remember talking on the phone several times while being totally fucken out of it, but i have no idea who with or if i just dreamed it. maybe i should check my phone.

delicacies

inspired by tira's food talk, here's a list of some culinary treats that i would die for (in no particular order)

• a freshly baked still warm cinnamon roll with a big mug of hot chocolate from cafe success (helsinki, finland)
  
  
• strindberg cafe's low lactose cheese cake (helsinki, finland)
  
  
• a traditional freshly baked karjalanpiirakka still hot, straight out of the oven (finland)
  
  
• vegetarian mushroom cabbage rolls from seahorse (sikala) restaurant (helsinki, finland)
  
  
• a massive bowl of traditional creamy fish soup with home made dark rye bread in candle light, inside a warm lil restaurant, while there's a massive storm outside (a lil fisherman island somewhere in the archipelago around turku, finland)
  
  
• saganaki in spicy tomato based seafood sauce in the 'restaurant of the setting sun' (some lil fisherman village on a tiny lil island somewhere in front of athens, greece)
  
  
• fresh pineapple from the night market (krabi, thailand)
  
  
• a roti canai from any dodgy lil street joint (kuala lumpur, malaysia)
  
  
• banana porridge for brekky from tj's (pulau pangkor, malaysia)
  
  
• luxurious peking duck in some fancy beijing cuisine restaurant (shenzhen, china)
  
  
• salmon and avocado maki sushi from sushi train (sydney, australia)
  
  
• fish & chips at manly beach while the sun is setting in the background (sydney, australia)
  
  
• green curry with chicken or pad thai with b.y.o. white wine at newtown thai ii (sydney, australia)
  
• a perfect piña colada (tobaco cays, st. vincent & the grenadines, caribbean)

and last but not necessarily the least: some cheap-o oz goodness - mi goreng instant noodles.

at lil over $2 for a 5 pack, they're cheap as soap and oh so yummy and addictive (actually addictive for real because of some additive shit, but like i'd care). honestly guys, if you're a penniless student bum, this is the shit.

and i actually might die for this shit, since it seriously is not healthy.

fuck me, it's good to be home.

i am so utterly dead that it's not even funny. 40+ hr trip. i hope i never have to do the same again. ever.

suprisingly, i've had a very good day so far. despite the fact that i've been borderline unconscious for the most of it. i think i missed at least half of nightmare before christmas cause i kept dozing off.

alright. i better do my best to try to stay awake for a few more hrs and then i can go and catch some much needed z.