Saturday, August 1, 2009
The outcome was predicted but the aftermath was not. We're used to the Emma style rejection by now, which means never actually being short with the pathetic individual in question (I'm looking at you David, you know you're Igor #2) - rather, extend and drag out a makeshift friendship with the individual and milk the poor bastard's soft side until his genitals invert. No, no, Laura left no room for lingering afterthoughts and sweet discourses. To further reinforce her stand on the matter, she went out of her way to ignore Igor for the coming weeks. This was a sign that all men, pathetic and not, could clearly see. The runway was not clear for landing, nor would it ever accept an actual plane. We could make a couple of harsh puns about not clearing the trees near the landing strip but lets stay classy.
The admirable part of Igor comes from his ability to rebound. I believe there was a song that best represented him from somewhere in the 90s. Tubthumping. If you haven't heard it, Youtube it. The transparency makes it beautiful: he gets knocked down, then he gets up again, but he won't stay up for long. Perhaps he will be a one hit wonder, just like Chumbawumba was with the song, but that would require a success.
On the topic of rebounding, I present to you, the all natural, co-op coworker, engineering, currently with another boyfriend Laura II. Laura II, (I'm going to call her L2 from now) on has been on Igor's hitlist for nearly a year now. No overlap of social circles, a tad antisocial, a tad naive, a tad more in his league, and already sees him as a superior for some strange reason. He even worked with her for 4 months passing his slurping lisping charm onto her at lunch hours. There is absolutely nothing wrong with L2, the problem is that she is happily in a long term relationship right now.
There's always a "but" with Igor's achievements, the poor sap can never seem to get a clear "win" in life without a clause. It would be like me saying, "I'm in love, but she has herpes" or something like that.
How does Igor avoid labelling for his bimbo homewrecking antics? DENIAL. Igor flatly refuses to admit any interest in L2 beyond a strictly platonic relationship. I present my case as follows: Igor has been on at least 5 dates with her. These include movies, dinner, photography sessions, and other relationshipy shenanigans. Igor goes to Markham JUST to visit her (but covers it up by saying he needs a special haircut or something). He also talks to her daily on msn like a religion. He took over 200 pictures of her too.
Now, I'm not one to make too many assumptions about Igor's life beyond factual realm, but how do you think L2's current boyfriend feels about the above? And secondly, do you think Igor would stand a chance against anyone in a fight? Let the interpretations begin.
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
This is where we begin with Igor's current state of affairs. Laura, her excellency of darkness and workaholicism, Leader of the Democratic Socialist Republic of Sue, and nanotechnology engineer - decided to throw Igor into another state of purgatory. In case you haven't noticed by now, Laura wakes up in the morning for the fresh dewey scent of thermodynamics and is excited by doing the perfect calculus assignment one week ahead of anyone else. This makes Igor's scenario particularly difficult and maybe a little above his experience. To put it simply, Laura claims she's just too busy whenever Igor hazards an opportunity for the two of them to spend time outside of school. However, its not a transparent "no", its postponing for a later date - perhaps when her ovaries dry out or when Igor becomes cool, we simply don't know. Well, that was a little harsh, but we can suddenly see into Igor's conundrum a little bit better.
All of that said, the little whippersnapper hasn't quite given up yet. No, he's concocting a plan right now to win her over and perhaps get what he so desires. I recommend that you help Igor with his plans and shenanigans where ever possible because this could be the push that the young lad needs. Someone needs to show him that V-necks aren't cool and that even the most rigid of girls can be wooed into seduction with the right words and actions. As annoying as he is, the kid is trying his best. And that's more than can be said for the Alvins and Matts of the world who ridicule him everyday while never deviating from their Friday nights of chronic masturbation and homework. Even myself, a harsh critic of Igorism needs to step back and acknowledge when the kid may actually be close to becoming a human being.
With that, I open the floor for general discussion on this situation and any comments at all.
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
A lot of asian guys in UW have a bit of a purgatory syndrome. When playing the mating game, they first identify with what they want. In Igor's case, any girl that actually talks to him and can listen to his voice for more than 15 minutes. After identification, the parasitic worm (I'll call him Igor from now on for consistency) latches on to the host for as close to 24 hours/day as possible. This latching or "bonding" will come at any cost, whether it be making dinner, getting dinner, cleaning, doing homework, teaching course material, shopping, make up application, seeing who has a bigger vagina or anything else for that matter. This "purgatory" state continues until it is determined that guy has become a big brother, a bitch, or in very rare cases - actually succeeds at dating the girl. BUT, we know this, we have gone over this over and over again. By now, you're probably thinking that I'm repeating myself.
No no, that was simply a prerequisite for something new that Igor has created. Igor, the innovator that he is, found a state in between the purgatory state and the looking from a distance (stalking) state. I present to you, the Quasi Purgatory State!
Igor has "officially" given up on Emma, but his passion for the princess of darkness, Laura remains alive and well. For those of you that don't know Laura, she's kind of intimidating and a tad cynical. For a v-neck touting guy like Igor, its enough for his penis to shrivel up and invert. However, Igor still longs for her. He wants everything about her from her overachieving academics to her generously sized nasal passage. Due to his fear and overwhelming shyness, he hasn't been able to get into the purgatory state.
Thus, Igor emulates the purgatory state by sitting next to her in class everyday and simulating his submission and servant like status. Mind you, its not quite directly next to her, he still hasn't been able to break down the force fields of Sue, the friend that never lets go. So, Igor, next to Sue, tries to transport his slave-like tendencies within the confines of a classroom for 3 hours a day.
He laughs at her cynical and dry humor, he complements her intelligence repeatedly, he throws in a flirtatious comment once every 10 days in just to mix it up, and finally, he attempts to show knowledge in her interests. The latter is the most interesting. He claims to be a gifted and highly talented musician while also being a gourmet chef (anyone who has lived with him knows the truth about both cases). Also, once in a while, he shows her his 10 hour a day Engadget reading, hoping to spark some consumer electronic interest in her. I should mention that Igor learns about her interests through the highly sophisticated techniques of Facebook stalking and friend manipulating. And the dance continues...
Igor has assured me that he will indeed work up the courage to ask Laura out at some point. But he also said he would do so last week, here we are, and he still doesn't have her email address, phone number, or any other means of contacting her - other than the 3 hours of class each day. Will Igor ever ask Laura out???
Thursday, June 11, 2009
This is a topic of interest due to its uniqueness and somewhat formulaic execution. Its always the same algorithm, repeatable and predictable. I actually highly recommend it for the lazy types that have enough tact and aptitude to pull it off themselves.
Today for example, it was used in an electronics course in the university. The subject, Igor, of course was demonstrating his "God given deductive reasoning" to the victims, lets call them Sue and Laura for fun. Igor is currently in the elementary stages of his courting of Laura, it begins with a couple of generic remarks, followed by an everlasting master and bitch arrangement. I'll expand on the entire process on another day.
Anyways, the class was posed a problem on the board to solve. Not all of us are engineers, so lets simplify it into something that everyone can appreciate. The problem could be "Can I afford this $35,000 car given my current salary, X, and a 4.3% compounded interest rate on borrowing with the following expenses Y and Z?" Seems like a simple enough problem right? Fill in X, Y, and Z with whatever you choose.
We all know how a normal person would approach this problem? Now, here's the Igor approach. I call it the "Perpetual Diversion Construction". Everything below is from the mouth of Igor:
"Well, what colour is the car? I read in GQ that orange is the new black for cars, you should really try it, it goes well with your eye colour."
(Shameless compliment to the person with the brain and a blatant diversion)
"Actually, car financing is a very good idea in the state of this economy"
(Getting warmer with relevance but still a generalization nonetheless)
"4.3% isn't that bad of an interest rate considering the price bracket, I actually gave up my right testicle to get my Rabbit"
(Off topic again, but a somewhat general fact)
"You know what? I think you need to break up the cost into a month by month basis"
(Getting warmer again, there we go, but the facts are still generic and altruistic to the type of problem)
"Actually, I'm getting kind of thirsty from all this thinking, I'm going to Starbucks, do you want anything?"
(Symbolic offering because clearly he's not doing any thinking. However, he gives you the illusion that he's drenched from thinking so much. He also appears thoughtful and considerate, awwww.)
(Repeat, Repeat, Repeat).
By now you get the point, he oscillates daily conversation with brutally general facts and partial truths that contribute very little to solve the problem. But, his mouth is always open so you assume that he's working hard at solving the task at hand. The idea here is to give you the idea that he's a constructive member of this group and hope that YOU will eventually solve the damn problem so he can take partial credit and/or plagiarize to the max. Silence shows he's stuck; thus, he never shuts up.
If you need to substantiate this theory, study with the child. See how he acts around you. Then leave for 3 hours and see how much he accomplishes alone, its quite sad and pathetic. Somebody of an IB background and affluent parents, a lost puppy in the world of higher education.
The problem here is that Igor memorizes trivia and has very little true knowledge. He is the internet to an encyclopedia, the high school student to the Ph.D, the one employee who is always there but never does anything, etc. etc. He is full of face value trivia without any backing. Talk to him for 5 minutes, you'll think he's brilliant. 10 minutes and he's intelligent. 15 minutes and he has glimpses of insight. 3 hours and he's average. I don't need to explain any further, I'm sure its self-explanatory, or should I get you a coffee while I wait for you to do the thinking for me?
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Taken From theOnion.com...
I really like you. I do. You're so nice, and sweet, and you listen to all my problems and respond with the appropriate compliments. But, well, I don't really see a relationship in our future. It would be terrible if we let sex destroy this great friendship we have where I get everything I want and you get nothing you want. Don't you think?
I knew you would understand. You always do.
We're so perfect as friends, you know? I can tell you anything, and you know you can always come to me anytime you need to hear me bitch about work or how ugly I feel. You wouldn't want to ruin a friendship like that just so you could be my boyfriend, and have me look at you with desire and longing in my eyes, if only once—would you? Of course not. Well, if we started dating, it would only complicate this wonderful setup I've got going here.
It's just…you're like my best friend, and I would hate for something you desperately want to change that. I mean, sure, we could go on some dates, maybe mess around a little and finally validate the six years you've spent languishing in this platonic nightmare, but then what? How could we ever go back to the way we were, where I take advantage of your clear attraction to me so I can have someone at my beck and call? That part of our friendship means so much to me.
No. We are just destined to be really, really good friends who only hang out when I don't have a boyfriend, but still need male attention to boost my fragile and all-consuming ego.
Anything can happen once you bring romance in. Think about how awful my last relationship was at the end, remember? The guy I'd call you crying about at 3 a.m. because he wouldn't answer my texts? The guy I met at the birthday party you threw me? I had insanely passionate sex with him for four months and now we don't even talk anymore. God, I would die if something like that happened to us.
Plus, ick, can you even imagine getting naked in front of each other? I've known you so long, you're more like a brother that I've drunkenly made out with twice and never mentioned again. It'd be way too weird. And if we did, then whenever you'd come shopping with me, or go to one of my performances or charity events, or take me for ice cream when I've had a bad day at work, you'd be looking at me like, "I've seen her breasts." God, I can't think of anything more awkward that that.
Oh, before I forget, my mom says hi.
Anyway, you would totally hate me as your girlfriend. I'd be all needy and dramatic and slowly growing to love you. If I was your girlfriend, I would never be able to tell you all about the other asshole guys I date and pretend I don't see how much it crushes you. Let's never lose that. That's what makes us us.
Don't worry. You're so funny and smart and amazing, any girl but me would be lucky to date you. You'll find someone, I know it. And when you do, I'll be right by your side to suddenly become all flirty and affectionate with you in front of her, until she grows jealous and won't believe it when you say we're just friends. But when she dumps you, that's just what we'll be.Best friends. Friends forever.
Monday, June 8, 2009
Oh you know, I was at the asian bubble tea place last night, got myself a make Emma jealous date...
Hey broski, get me 2 of your finest most pretentious beers...
I want a shot at the Emma Title: You know what this is? This is my new fucking haircut from Markham for $26, la. I went cheap this time, instead of $50.
You know what that means? I'll be getting some fucking v-neck pity sex tonight.
My boys, if I had any, they'd be sporting the same fucking haircut I stole from J-Pop too. They're getting some fucking manicures tonight too.
I'm going to beg every piece of pussy that comes through that door.
I'm going to do favours for them until my fucking dick falls off.
Bitches love my new haircut, la, and if they don't... fucking whitewashed.
Fucking whitewashed. Fucking whitewashed. Fucking whitewashed. Whitewashed.
Yeah, my sweater is purple and has a v-neck, cause I'm the fucking mom, and everyone should know it.
I swear to god, if David looks at me the wrong way, I'm going to start a bitch fight and make fun of his income level. You looking at me asshole?
Fucking pedicure time.
Other person: "Hey, would you like me to give you a facial to fix those bags under your eyes?"
No way dude, I'm in the fucking shopping spree zone.
I'm the fucking mom, *grunt*!
Yeah, I take estrogen pills, I eat that shit for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
I'm in control unless Emma is around... Oh noes, MOM, where's my allocated money to pay for my car, insurance, gas, clothes, and haircuts? Where's my fucking money mom? Where's my money?
Yeah I grown when I touch myself, because everyone should see how much I lust for Emma!
Oh yeah, that's from Hong Kong.
2 fucking Cosmpolitans down here chief.
I'm going to get fucking wasted tonight. I'm going to drink Heinekens and Cosmos all fucking night. Fucking cosmos, I shower in that shit with scented candles. Fucking Cosmos. Cosmos. Cosmos.
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Igor content has lowered lately so I'll try and discuss his perpetual defense of his materialistic goods. Igor is clearly defined by his possessions, we have already defined this many posts ago. Consequently, insulting his possessions renders feelings of inadequacy and angst. There are a few examples over the week, but they're absolutely delicious. I strongly recommend that anyone who sees him on a daily basis insult something that he owns - simply to watch the transformation from Igor to Angry Uptight Bitch Igor (the phrase Uptight Bitch was actually coined by a co-worker of his, but it seemed too accurate to pass up). The interesting part about his defense is that it cumulates the worst aspects of him into a single dialogue. Take this example:
Person1: Igor, your phone sucks, it can barely get reception in here.
Igor: Uhhh, no it doesn't (in a really flamboyantly angry tone)! My phone has an amazingly sensitive resistive touchscreen with a HVGA display, a 3.2mp camera, and you can't buy it in Canada, therefore, I'm more unique than you and that's why Emma is going to give me a blow job one day after I cook her dinner for the 900th time.
Person1: That's fine and dandy Igor, but it doesn't actually work, you have no signal.
Igor: It actually doesn't matter, 8.53% of people in Hong Kong don't actually use their cell phones to make calls anymore.
Igor: I love myself, I'm going to go masterbate in front of my full size mirror that I bought at Canadian Tire for $9.99 on sale because of the 10% discount I got on that day.
Just to get the message across, here's an example of a conversation I had with him last night:
Igor: Uhhh, your car is such a commoner car, you're such a generic person.
Batman: Yes, because I bought it myself, my parents in Hong Kong didn't lease it for me so that I could look cool in front of the Asian Girl Crew and be accepted.
At this point, Igor is starting to lose it, calling him out on the rich little brat that he is brings out the Uptight Bitch Complex, the UBC for short:
Igor: Uhhh, yeah, well, my car has heated seats and a really torquey 5 cylinder engine, and its made in Germany. I WIN.
He also says I WIN a lot like life is a freakin first-person-shooter video game or something. The irony here is that his hand-eye coordination is far too lacking to even be good at them.
Batman: Cool, but I don't see how that's relevant, you're still a spoiled uptight bitch wearing a v-neck violet sweater...
At this point, I decide to go all out on his car, there's no turning back, good bye Igor, here comes UBC.
Batman: Actually Igor, your car has a sagging headliner, a broken vent, a broken trunk latch, and a fuel line that clanks around because its loose. It might as well have been made in Mexico because your German engineered overpriced piece of crap has required 3 times more repairs than my commoner car and it makes you look like a Euro poseur. Furthermore, you spend more at the pump than me for far less mileage, you pay more insurance than I do, and you spend close to $100 to get an oil change at the dealership, princess.
Igor: (Fuming)... Yeah... Well... You drive a Civic! AHHHHH!!!! AARRRRRRRGH!!!!!!!...
Igor: I like my car, I like how its different, and I like how poor people can't afford it. So whatever.
Batman: But plenty of people have Rabbits? Why are you different?
Igor: I have nothing to say *stomps into room and shuts door*.
This example illustrates his love for his possessions better than ever. The best part about all of this is, he was brought up and raised to be an excellent gold digging trophy wife. He knows how to pretend to be cultured, he knows brands like no tomorrow, and he knows how to spend other people's money. All he's missing is the aforementioned cleavage and a face that doesn't require a paper bag in the bedroom.