(who doesn't like a picture of cute little pandas rolling around in the snow?)
so now that we have officially "revived" the blog, i think it's time to do something productive with it.
Wikipedia has this to say about cuteness:
"Cuteness is usually characterized by (though not limited to) some combination of infant-like physical traits, especially small body size with a disproportionately large head, large eyes, a pleasantly fair, though not necessarily small nose, dimples, and round and softer body features. Infantile personality traits, such as playfulness, fragility, helplessness, curiosity, innocence, affectionate behavior and a need to be nurtured are also generally considered cute."
i recently watched the last unicorn with my friends and i just realized how much of a hardon the lady amalthea gave me, even in unicorn form, because she's not only cute, but also sexeh.
(right: shiver me timbers, it's a sexy sexy naked she-unicorn transformed into a pasty sexy cute she-princess)
lord almighty, me and my friends are cuteness geeks! it would be interesting to go on at length about cuteness and its evolutionary aesthetic, but i have so much work to do, so let me just digress and totally turn this entry around.
i was talking with a friend of mine yesterday morning and we were kind of sad for the waning of a friend who had gone into a comatose that she may never return from. and we came to a conclusion after two hours of talking, that it's important never to waste a minute of your life. so let's all stop wasting our consciousnesses.
so without further ado, i shall make a proposal. tell me how well you used your consciousness today, and i might just buy you a drink of your choice, depending on how interesting your answer is. tell me how your consciousness spurred you to do something personally brilliant, like secretly help a colleague compute an equation, or stopped masturbating to elves and anime characters and did it with a real person with stretch marks and varicose veins and all. tell me how real you were today. how you ate spaghetti while choking back your tears, or how a cigarette on the way to work felt like freedom.
make me kwento, pare. make me kwento.