RenMan is a mid-thirties professional artisan with interests spanning from visual art and literature to hardcore weight training to culinary experimentation and beyond. Ask him any question and, if he can get off his lazy ass, you may get an answer. Ask RenMan—He’s full of shit, but only sometimes! Continue reading
Gleefully Italian. Please keep your ranking to yourself.
So this post is a few days late. Once you watch this video clip, which you have likely seen before, you will understand why I have been distracted:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BiAwpYIkRmU&feature=related
‘Quick,’ cries my LSP, ‘it’s the dance scene!’ I rush out of my home office to join him as he rests on the couch, taking a few days off to recuperate from a sudden, explosive illness. Ah Napoleon Dynamite. Is there anything he can’t do? Continue reading
You are correct to think that this poster shows a male rather than female body, and not a very sexy one at that. Created by the Parisian advertising agency Leg, it encourages French attendance at the upcoming summer Olympic Games in London by poking fun at the stereotypical British physique; this softly beer-gutted man is more likely to throw darts than a javelin. Her Continue reading
‘You are a shitty girlfriend,’ declares my partner. I can hardly disagree. After returning from a week-long research trip to England, I have explained that I will shortly depart for another conference and then leave again for six weeks of teaching in Europe. ‘I hope you will still make the bed and clean the bathroom when I am away,’ I say wistfully, knowing that my house will soon be covered in man arm-hair and tiny cat litter crystals. Still, he does not merit such neglect. Openly admitting that I deserve punishment, I suggest the following: ‘Why don’t you recite all of the things that suck about me? I promise to listen silently for ten minutes.’ In a surprising move, my partner declines this offer, noting his well honed will to survive.
My soon-to-be-lonely fur-bearing roommates. At least they have each other.
Well, not entirely. You have to admit, though, that I am in many ways the ideal woman for your average straight guy. Have your doubts? No worries, all will be proven with convincing evidence in short order. Continue reading
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