an open letter to guys at bars

Did you ever take a statistics class? You know how, after you collect the data (in the "analysis" phase), you have to take stock of everything that might be skewing it in one way or another? Like, if you're taking a poll to see how many kids /really/ like Sponge Bob Square Pants, maybe don't do it at the Disney convention at 11am when he's set to appear on stage with a full underwater backing band? All I'm sayin' is, when you're assessing how well a conversation is going, please check more than the "yes—I am enjoying myself" box. Refer also to the potentially influencing "When was the last time I talked to a girl?" / "How many glasses of white wine have I had tonight?" ...

on another note
(that's actually the same, if you've been paying attention):

Probably, just, no one should pay that much attention to John Roderick (sigh). So, in an effort to acheive a more balanced look at that (still, however, unretracted) rant from yesterday, I offer you:

my next project, inspired exactly by it's perfect melding of form- and functionalism:

James sent me something that was (beautifully) basically the reverse of this /ages/ ago, but, still...

(thank you, Merlin.)