Live hot nude monkeys

Via Terry, a story on a study of monkeys who will ‘pay’ to look at pictures of female monkey butts. If the world was ruled by monkeys and not humans, it wouldn’t be that different, then. We’d still have Playboy and Hustler, strip joints and Internet porn — but with monkeys.

The interesting thing is that the monkeys paid extra to look at pictures of higher-ranking primates, but had to be paid (given more juice, I mean fruit juice, you perverts) to look at lower-ranking ones. So in my imaginary, Planet of the Apes earth, we’d still have Tatler, too.

Do monkeys try to keep up with the Joneses? Would we feel better about ourselves if we found out that other species are as plagued with vanity and insecurity as we are?

This weekend I…

  • had dinner at Bellagio (mmm, chicken with garlic and ginger)
  • had a sangria at Havana
  • spent the morning translating (my translation and interpretation skills have improved by leaps and bounds, I tell you)
  • had all you can eat Japanese at Tokyoto (this is the best one we’ve had in Xiamen, I think)
  • had a hot chocolate at Javaromas
  • watched Alexander (*yawn*)
  • spent the morning working
  • had lunch at a Chinese teppanyaki
  • spent the afternoon working
  • had dinner at Little Chilli
  • had dessert and hot chocolate at Javaromas (I really don’t think the boss would approve of his staff telling me they always make their hot chocolate with cold milk, which they then stick in the microwave)

This you must remember

Cats With Hands reveals The Cat Credo to us puny humans.

I’m more long-wearing than you are

Hello, everybody. You know, weblogs did exist before the whole political weblog thing exploded, vomited, and landed all over our laps. I remember the days when Kottke.org was the one to emulate — these days it’s (would you have thought of any other) Glenn Reynolds. I know two people in real life (other than I) who know who the Instapundit is (Glenn is forever guilty for inspiring others, who are clearly not more or less pundit-like than you or I, into affixing the word ‘-pundit’ to weblog names). More surprisingly, I have met them in China. Less surprisingly, because Glenn is super-famous and all that among the keyboard warrior set, they all ask me how I managed to catch the prolific professor’s attention.

I did not, okay, okay okay?! He caught my attention when I was still using Blogger on Geocities. He was Instapundit then, but he wasn’t the Instapundit you hit (‘refresh’) on, with many thousands of readers, a more-than-respectable second income through Blogads, ‘Instalanches’, and fawning fans. Look up 20 August 2001, and there it is:

On the ‘must (er, should) read’ list today:
InstaPundit.Com. I don’t agree with everything he says, but it’s still good.

(I can’t link to the individual post because I can’t actually access Geocities directly, thanks to the Great Firewall of China. I’ve also whinged about being ignored as a Singapore blogger recently. Being really stressed out and busy, I’m all about the complaining at the moment — more so than usual, anyway.)

Please ignore any references I made to a boyfriend at that time. He was a prick. Also, I find the stuff I wrote about back then kind of cringingly embarrassing now.

Oily boobs

Heehee. If you don’t have it, don’t try to flaunt it. Via mrbrown.

Another article on blogging

The Blog’s new Role in Crisis Communication. Is there anything weblogs can’t do?

My eccentric cyclist

The Cyclist Lifestyle is (at a glance) a pretty interesting site about, surprise, surprise, cycling and cyclists.

Cum versus come

Via Canuckflack, a piece about copy editing the letters pages at a porno magazine. I could do that job.

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