Scary thoughts
- Posted by Paul Gowder on May 8th, 2009 filed in total frivolity
- 6 Comments »
On impulse, decided to go see Star Trek movie. On opening day. In Mountain View. The room is near-packed at 11:45am, and as the previews run I am wondering what the average time-since-last-sexual-intercourse is here. Gotta be at least a year.
May 8th, 2009 at 1:16 pm
You do realize you’re part of the audience you’re mocking, yes? ;P
May 8th, 2009 at 2:06 pm
Yes, that’s why it’s ok. :-) Self-deprecation is the easiest way to indulge in meanness without any of that icky guilt…
May 8th, 2009 at 2:27 pm
Hmm, well you always could have argued that you were an outlier bringing down the average.
May 8th, 2009 at 2:48 pm
A gentleman does not resort to that kind of argument, especially not a gentleman who wishes to retain some mystery. ;-)
May 8th, 2009 at 2:54 pm
(Although it occurs to me that I am not a gentleman, but a cad and a bounder… but some things, like my outlier status, should go without saying…)
May 13th, 2009 at 12:17 am
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