ManFAQ Friday – What a Rush!

23 July, 2010 | Big Ugly Man Doll | No Comment

It’s Friday, and that means answer time! For those of you have have commented with questions from previous ManFAQs, thank you. I’m adding yours to the list of questions women have asked about men over the years, and I will answer them all in turn – to continue to demystify the more malodorous gender for those of the gentler. Actual questions, posed by real women, and answered by a REAL man. What could go wrong?


Question:  Why are men such adrenaline junkies?

Answer:   Ah, a TOUGH question.  Why is it that the two most common sets of “last words” that men say just before they die are “oh shit” and, running a close second, “Hey ya’ll, watch this!”  In large part, this is showmanship.  It’s not just the chemical adrenaline rush – although that’s a big part of it. 

It’s the audience.  If you weren’t watching, we’d probably be content to scratch our balls and look at something shiny on television.  But we know you or someone like you will be looking, or it might be another guy watching.  If it’s you, we want you to see how tough, how brave we are – something deep in our genetic code thinks you’ll be impressed, and the other guys intimidated.  Never mind that quit working about 8,000 years ago.  (Well, it quit working on women.  Most guys are still intimidated when we see another guy do something really crazy and live through it.) 

Then, once you’ve done it, you find out what a great rush it is.  Like most drugs, you need more to reach that high a second time, so you have to do something crazier!  This is why the most hard core adrenaline junkies don’t breed often – they crash into something before they impress enough women.


Now you know. Please, feel free to comment with any questions you’d like answered!

ManFAQ Friday Doubleheader!

16 July, 2010 | Big Ugly Man Doll | No Comment

It’s Friday, and that means answer time! For those of you have have commented with questions from previous ManFAQs, thank you. I’m adding yours to the list of questions women have asked about men over the years, and I will answer them all in turn – to continue to demystify the more malodorous gender for those of the gentler. Actual questions, posed by real women, and answered by a REAL man. What could go wrong?

This week is a two-fer, since the topics are so closely related.
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Question 1: Why do men have to wring out their penis after a shower? Does it really suck up water like a sponge?

 
Answer 1: Nope.  We only do that when you’re looking, just to make sure you’re thinking about it.  “Hey, hey, look what I found!” only works once, twice if we’re lucky – this way you’re wondering about the one part of our bodies we *want* you wondering about most of the day.  Call it an investment.

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Question 2: Why do they keep their hands in their pants in public?

Answer 2: Again, we only do that when you’re looking, so you’ll think about sex more often.  Most of us would just hang it out there, but you keep calling the police.
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Now you know. Please, feel free to comment with any questions you’d like answered!

OCD is a Defense Mechanism, or, Only the Paranoid Survive

13 July, 2010 | Big Ugly Man Doll | 1 Comment

“Did you turn the oven off?” is a cliché, one of hundreds we joke about all the time, like the person with the glasses on their head looking everywhere for them, or geniuses who can’t match their socks to save their lives.  It’s a cliché, like any other dime-a-dozen cliché…. 

Until the first time you come home and realize that you have, in fact, left the oven not merely on, but on and set for “bitumen/anthracite overkill” on the broiler.  For several hours.  The house smells of meat overcooked weeks ago, the HVAC unit is screaming for mercy under the onslaught, and the pets keep checking roll call to make sure they’re all still there in case one of them’s next. 

You’re checking your oven now, aren’t you?  Before you get up, I’m going to take a moment to admonish you to check your smoke and CO detectors, too.  You do have carbon monoxide detectors, right?  We talked about this, right?  OK, go check the stove and the alarms, I’ll wait. 

Back?  OK.  This concludes the PSA portion of today’s post.  And let’s hear it for obsessive compulsive disorder – you might not get much done, but you’re going to live through it. 

Another in the “mother was right” category; not too long ago I was compelled to call my own mother when I did, in fact, cut my damn tongue licking the knife.  I don’t even remember what I was licking off; I just remember the sharp, searing pain of embarrassment – shit, she was right.  I had to call to let her know.  Since then I’ve learned that I can use that as a compelling argument to my own children.  “Don’t do that, because when you hurt yourself you’ll have to come tell me and I’m going to laugh at you!”  (Although my friend B sums it up much more succinctly: “No sympathy for stupid.”)

Do you have a “wow, I never thought I’d really do that” story you’d like to share with the group?  We’re all friends here. 

And yes, the house still has that faint ‘eu de char’ – smells kind of good, actually.  I might be inspired to try another Julia Child recipe…

Cooking With the BUMD, Day 3: Shelling Out for Dinner

11 July, 2010 | Big Ugly Man Doll | 3 Comments

Have you ever wondered about what’s involved just getting ingredients to your kitchen?  I mean, never mind the gags about “who was the first person to eat that.”  Just think about the first person to think about putting all these things together – this was someone who contributed to the gene pool.  We can be sure of this, because their kids are now programming video games. 

Level 1:  Find a cow, which has twice as many legs as you do and outweighs you 4 to 1 or better.  Grab it by the teats and squeeze her milk into a bucket.  Bonus round:  Find a stick and churn the bucket like a mad beaver until the milk solidifies.  We’re going to eat that.

Level 2:  Go to the beach and dig a shallow trench.  Wait for the tide to go out, then wait for the water in your trench to evaporate.  There will be rocks on the bottom of your trench; bring them with you.  We’re going to eat that.

Level 3:  Go out to the field, find a small round flower that’s vaguely rose-like, but stinky.  Pull it up by the roots – we want the root ball.  Right, not the pretty part you can see, just the part in the dirt.  We’re going to eat that.

If you’ve completed those first 3 levels, you’re ready for level 4:  Find a green, damp place, and look for shiny trails on the ground or the leaves of plants.  Find a seashell moving under its own power, leaving a trail of slime behind it.  Grab a bunch of these – we’re going to eat that.

Level 5:  OK, now you have to get your avatar back to the kitchen, no doubt navigating a host of dangerous French predators who want your butter, salt, garlic, and escargots.  And who can blame them? 

Now for the win – once you’re in the kitchen, we’re going to cook the snails in the salt and garlic butter.  That’s right, shell-laden slimeballs with rocks, roots, and emulsified cow milk.  Oh yes, we’re going to eat that!

(By the way, there’s supposed to be an Easter egg hidden in this game – try throwing all the ingredients in the blender and turning it up to 11.  I don’t know what happens…) 

Julia Child should have played more video games.

ManFAQ Friday: The Search is On!

9 July, 2010 | Big Ugly Man Doll | 4 Comments

It’s Friday, and that means answer time! For those of you have have commented with questions from previous ManFAQs, thank you. I’m adding yours to the list of questions women have asked about men over the years, and I will answer them all in turn – to continue to demystify the more malodorous gender for those of the gentler. Actual questions, posed by real women, and answered by a REAL man. What could go wrong?


Question:  I have always wondered how is it that when looking for something, men can never seem to find it? Why don’t they actually move other items to look for whatever it is they are seeking? My man did this at least 3 times this weekend!  I would walk over, move 1 piece of paper and there it is!  Shocking!

Answer:  As one of the great imponderables, this has been vexing the gentler gender for ages.  Some ascribe it to “Male Searching Syndrome,” which provides a name but not an answer, and some assume arrogance – the expectation that a man’s needs should be served at every moment in time.  The Bottom Line:  If he can’t find your G-Spot when he’s laying right on top of you, why would you think he can find anything else?


Now you know. Please, feel free to comment with any questions you’d like answered!

Cooking with the BUMD, Day Two.

8 July, 2010 | Big Ugly Man Doll | 2 Comments

Too much burgundy and brandy in the Bouefsicles; they never froze, and the popsicle mold tipped over.  Freezer looks like a damn abbitior.  I had to turn it off and let the cats lick it clean – furry bastards will eat anything.

Today I was going to try Julia’s Choux de Bruxelles a la Milanaise, but that turns out just to be Brussels Sprouts with brown cheese.  Is it me, or does everything just sound better in French?  (”Bonjour, je suis le Grand Déplaisant Homme Poupée!”)  Mind you, you could mix anything with butter, Swiss and Parmesan cheese, and more butter, and it’s not going to suck. 

Since it’s another 98 degree day with an air quality alert listed as “disgusting,” it was back to the Giant Blender of Death.  In with the soggy green golf balls, both kinds of cheese, a cup of melted butter, and one ice cube.   Blend until smooth and pour into chilled shotglasses rimmed with lime.

Salud!

Cooking with the BUMD, Day One.

7 July, 2010 | Big Ugly Man Doll | 1 Comment

Looked up the recipe for Boeuf Bourguignon.   Looked up the heat index on the Weather Channel.  Recipe calls for 450 degree oven; it’s already 102 outside.

Screw this.  Dumped all the ingredients into the 165-horsepower, V6 blender, poured the beef slurry into freezer molds, and made bourguignonsicles.   Julia can bite me.

An Inspiring Hollywood Story

6 July, 2010 | Big Ugly Man Doll | No Comment

Tonight, SOBUMD and I, with 2 of 3 kids, watched Julie & Julia on Netflix on demand over the Roku.  And over the Wii.  And eventually over the damn internet connection on my PC.  Dear Netflix: I have three kids.  I expect, when I watch a movie at home, that I will be interrupted.

By them.  Not by you.  Fix your damn servers.  No love.

Anyway, Julie & Julia is a wonderful movie about an aspiring writer who tries blogging her way though the famous Julia Child cookbook.  By dedicating her life, her fortune, and her sacred honor to the blog, she wins the coveted book deal.  It is possible that I’ve heard this story somewhere before.  It is possible that SOBUMD is hoping that this wonderful story will inspire me.

And it has, dear friend, fond relation, and gentle reader.  It has.

Tomorrow, I make Boeuf Bourguignon!

A Declaration of Independence

4 July, 2010 | Big Ugly Man Doll | 4 Comments

I’m declaring my independence.   We talk about it every year, but we haven’t done in 234 years, and that’s too long – so I’m taking the lead and declaring mine.   Like the man said, a decent respect for the opinions of others requires that I declare and describe that which impels me to this separation.  Besides, it’s a good day for it.

I declare my independence from advertising, both foreign and domestic.  I will no longer listen to blandishments convincing me to purchase things I do not need with money I do not have.  Today more than ever we see three types: the Haves, the Have-Nots, and the Have Not Yet Paid For What They Haves, and it is this third group that is most at risk and most heavily targeted.  Who doesn’t want that nice new car?  You can afford thaaaaat, come on, it’s just a few more dollars a month, and we can finance it for you over 10 years!  You’ll be able to pay for it eventually. 

I declare my independence from demagogues, liberals and conservatives alike, from those who listen to the other guy looking only for cheap shots and soundbites to snipe from.  I declare my independence not necessarily from God, but from all of His Followers, and His Follows, and His Other Followers.  And Her Followers too, for that matter.  You can all just keep it to yourselves.  Your religion is very much like your genitalia – everyone has their own, we all like to take them out of fiddle with them now and then, and they should be kept off of television and out of politics.  Which is ironic in itself, as the level of political discourse in this country pretty much comes down to two people arguing over who’s is bigger.   I do declare. 

I declare my independence from our very own American Axis of Evil:   Arizona, the Texas Board of Education, and the NFL.   In today’s headline roundup, there’s an idiot who’s decided it would be a good idea to require the utilities to check the immigration status of customers.    Cutting electricity, water, natural gas, even telephone lines at the homes of illegal immigrants, he said, would lower costs for the rest of the state’s customers. He believes the population spike in Arizona caused by illegal immigrants has forced the state to build new power plants and then raise rates for customers.  What are we, Arizona, 6th Graders?  “We don’t want to break up with them – we want them to break up with us.”  Next we can play bad music really loud in front of their houses at 3am and see if they’ll leave then.    If you know the address, go pick them up.  I can get you the INS hotline.  Moron. 

Then we have the Texas Board of Ed, which earlier this year pushed to downplay the influence that Tom Jefferson guy had in founding our nation because the notion of the “separation of church and state” has been traced to him.  Revising American history as taught in their public school text books still won’t change the fact that America was not built as a “Christian” nation.    From these people, I declare my independence. 

And don’t get me started about football.   I just don’t care.

I declare my independence from the state of Healthcare in this country.  I’ve found a two-step, simple to follow weight-loss rule that doctors and the insurance companies don’t want you know about, and I’m not even going to make you send me money for it.  Are you ready? 

  1. Eat less. 
  2. Exercise more. 

“No no, that won’t work – we need something more complicated or we don’t feel like we’re doing it right.”   OK, try this.  Every time you buy something at the store, read all the ingredients.  If you can’t pronounce at least half of them, put it back and stop eating that shit.  It’s not good for you.

I declare that all men are not are created equal, and that we shouldn’t worry too much about that fact.  Some people really are smarter than you and me, some are stronger, some are faster.  Deal with it.  They are all, however, endowed by their Creators with certain unalienable rights, those being the aforementioned life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.  They don’t have to buy stuff they can’t afford, eat crap they can’t pronounce, and learn lies they can’t believe – just because we’ve made those habits shiny and sugarcoated over the last 35 years doesn’t mean we have to do them.  We don’t have to make it uncomfortable by turning off people’s lights, either – if they’re not here legally, in a country founded as a nation of laws, then send them back to try it again the right way.  I know it’s hard.  Deal with it.  All people are not created equal. 

Declare your independence.  Speak your mind, then listen to others do the same.  The following three quotes probably sum it all up.

  • “Do what thou wilt shall be the whole of the law.”
  • “Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.”
  • “Think for yourself, schumck.”

There, that wasn’t so hard.  And Happy 4th of July!

ManFAQ Friday Three-way!

2 July, 2010 | Big Ugly Man Doll | No Comment

It’s Friday, and that means answer time! For those of you have have commented with questions from previous ManFAQs, thank you. I’m adding yours to the list of questions women have asked about men over the years, and I will answer them all in turn – to continue to demystify the more malodorous gender for those of the gentler. Actual questions, posed by real women, and answered by a REAL man. What could go wrong?

This week is a three-for-one special, since the topics are so closely related.


Question 1: Do you talk to your friends about what we do in bed? (answer at your own risk).

Answer 1: If the subject comes up at all, you can be assured that we don’t tell the truth. Since we all know that none of us are going to tell the truth on the topic, mostly it doesn’t come up.

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Question 2: Are you glad you got married or do you miss the single life sometimes?

Answer 2: There is a myth that married men don’t have sex as often as single men. This is a myth that married men perpetuate to keep single men from poaching their wives. There are no good reasons to be single.

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Question 3: Why do they always want sex at the most inopportune times? e.g.,…when I’m getting ready for work/appt…etc. He has 12 other hours of the day to want some but only gets horny when I’m getting ready to leave?

Answer 3: If by “inopportune” you mean “when you’re changing clothes,” I suggest you read your question again, tilting your head to the side this time. He doesn’t get horny when you’re leaving; he gets horny when he sees you half naked. So do several other guys – fix your blinds.



Now you know. Please, feel free to comment with any questions you’d like answered!