Posts Tagged ‘Rachel Lindgren’

A brief spike in traffic

Wednesday, 14 February 2018

For 3 days running I had over 100 views to the site, akin to a miracle.  I’m not that interesting, so it must’ve all been for recent Jeopardy! contestant Rachel Lindgren.

It’s my duty to warn you thirsty nerds AGAIN that smart women are not a solution to anything and being a sapiosexual is a road to nowhere.  If she’s smart while you’re enamored (subtract 25 IQ points for each boob and asscheek) you’re in QUADRUPLE the danger of being manipulated.  Not that I overly give a shit what happens to you, you’re probably better off than me.

I believe this blog is now 10 or 11 years old, which means little because I rarely posted after 2009, was it?  It has brought me neither joy nor grief, certainly no money or gavina.  I don’t read my own shit so I’ve forgotten most of it, except to remember impassioned movie reviews about Batman (pointless) or politics (far more pointless) and cussing out my wage slave job while doing nothing to improve my lot in life.

Two things happened in the last 5 years which changed the entire arc of my  inclinations, I got out of the shit job and I “discovered” whores.  Also, my father died  at 73 of natural causes, if you count lung cancer as natural.

The whores saved my life.  Once I was getting laid fairly regularly all the Mysteries of Womanhood evaporated, which was bittersweet, but poetry is either written out of your system or it burns you from the inside out like drinking bleach.  Poetry IS drinking bleach, usually for the reader. 

The women’s humanity made me less of a misogynist, and it even seemed a few of them enjoyed the ride beyond getting paid.  (I haven’t been laid in over a year due to health problems so that’s on pause.)

I’m closer to 50 than 40 now.  I’m not better than I was in 2006, but like to think I’ve learned much the last 10 or 11 years.  I wouldn’t trade my scant “life’s work” of writing for falling in love.   

Here are the final lines from a long ago poem.

I know it’s coming, death or a balloon.

The slitted eyes of a petted cat.

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2018 Jeopardy! Sexbomb alert

Wednesday, 24 January 2018

About a year ago I started watching Jeopardy! again.  On a good night I get maybe half the answers right, but those good nights are rare.  There are too many lakes and Canada questions, plus FUCK OPERA.

For a brief time years ago, I was cataloging Jeopardy! Sexbombs.  Not many, a few.  A commenter who knew one of the ladies suggested the contestant would not be flattered by my admiration of her ‘giant rack’, or words to that effect.  Also, I updated that post last year, regarding being a male sapiosexual and how it won’t help you.  I’m too lazy to look.

So: Rachel Lindgren:  

This unassuming 26-year-old ‘Fire Lookout’ from Bend, Oregon just does it for me.  She’s soft-spoken and incredibly sensuous, especially when she tilts her head ever-so-slightly.  Yeah, I’m smitten.

Plus I believe she has a somewhat rockin’ body under those schoolmarm sweaters.

I hope she makes it 5 days so we’ll see her again in the Champions thingy.

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CODA:  Well, Rach finally took a shit but made it to 5 days.  I don’t expect her to last more than a night during the Champions Week.  If there’s one thing Rach taught us, when you’re clueless about the Final, bet small and let your opponents trip over their dicks.  Is it a perfect stratagery?  Hardly, but it worked for her.  

 

HONORABLE JEPS! MENTION:  Flora Leen. Appeared One Night Only.  Bigguns, long dark hair, eyes.  Her kavorka was even more powerful than R’s.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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