Surely, the information has diffused itself. Its in the text messages, the looks of contempt and disapproval, even the whispers across E2 when our hero and v-neck outfitted messiah - Igor arrives at the door. The kid quite bluntly failed with Laura. Not once, but twice. There was almost a third attempt at the pummel horse but the judges could stand no more. The pursuit ended with a whimper rather a bang. It almost worked in opposite to one's intuition though, the whole arrangement made some of us feel pity for young Igor. Clearly, the jedi in training was no master for the Sith Lord of Darkness herself. He was thrown into a battle that he would surely lose - and there was no disappointment.
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.
Saturday, August 1, 2009
Wednesday, July 15, 2009
The Waiting Game
Yes, yes, yes, Igor actually decided to pick up his pantaloons, dust off his v-neck sweater, jump into his VW Rabbit, and finally do the manly thing. He asked Laura out!!! I will pause for a moment here as you all asphyxiate from the shock. It was like watching the ugly kid in high school, the one that could never manage to get a date no matter how hard he tried, the one that would keep buying the popular girls lunch or other token gifts with the little money he had - just to win them over. Of course, the acts never spawned fruitful returns, but courage is the first step.
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.
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
The Asian Female Quasi Purgatory State
First off, let me apologize for taking so long to write this post. I actually have been successful in avoiding Igor over the last few weeks. Consequently, there has been very little Igor material to write about. However, we have a bit of a situation to write about now, finally. Let me start off with a primer though:
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???
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
The Igor Problem Solving Method
There are many types of constructive problem solvers in the world though, the ones that can catalyze a group of people to work in cohesion, the brilliant minds that deduce solutions by themselves, and the good old shot of common sense. Then, there is the poseur's problem solving. This is very similar to a method exhibited by the guy who had the show, Crossing Over. It involves a lot of social engineering and quite a bit of delay.
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?
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
But If We Started Dating It Would Ruin Our Friendship Where I Ask You To Do Things And You Do Them
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
My New Haircut
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4JMOh-cul6M - Listen To This For the Music And Inspiration.
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.
HUGO BOSS!
ADIDAS!
VERA WANG!
VICTORIA'S SECRET!
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.
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.
HUGO BOSS!
ADIDAS!
VERA WANG!
VICTORIA'S SECRET!
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
The Ultraviolet Catastrophe
I'm going to start today by urging everyone to call Igor the UVC when they see him. This, of course, referring to the prediction in the late 19th century that an ideal black body would emit radiation at infinite power. This has nothing to do with Igor. However, his violet coloured v-neck sweater actually did emit radiant and flamboyant characteristics for the world to see. He also brought the sweater back from the dead and showed all the women of planet Earth that a lack of cleavage shouldn't stop you from showing it off.
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.
Person1: Right.
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.
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.
Person1: Right.
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.
Saturday, May 30, 2009
Weekly Reflection
How do you know Igor? Would you know Igor at all if it was not for his tireless pursuit of Emma? Is Igor defined by his drive to one day possess Emma? What would differentiate Igor from anyone else in a crowd if not for this Emma fiasco? Clearly, one needs to live with this individual to understand the enigma that is his personality.
And thus, the ultimate question, is Igor's lust for Emma a construction of his own - designed to create a reputation and brand for himself? Perhaps to be known? Perhaps to cover an even darker secret? What could be hiding in Igor's closet (besides aviators, a leather jacket, and possibly himself)?
And thus, the ultimate question, is Igor's lust for Emma a construction of his own - designed to create a reputation and brand for himself? Perhaps to be known? Perhaps to cover an even darker secret? What could be hiding in Igor's closet (besides aviators, a leather jacket, and possibly himself)?
DP
Back in the late 40s, a lot of Eastern Europeans fled to places like Canada to escape the situations in their homes due to the ongoing war and discrimination. These people were referred to as "DP"s within intolerant communities. DP was an abbreviation for a lot of horrible things, but the universally accepted phrase was "displaced person". This is where we begin the discussion of Igor's life today.
Igor is living in a life of displacement. From the British run motherland (until about 10 years ago), to the warm passive climate of the west coast, to the Asian parts of the GTA, finally ending off in UW. He often speaks of better times in each of his previous homes, sadly as if the best has past.
Moving into specifics, Igor really does not really have a place of refuge as of now. A place to reflect, rejuvenate, and of course in UW - study. His home is littered with people that detest his existence, they do their best to deter him from staying in the house. On the other hand, he is simply banned from the libraries on campus because David, his archnemesis, essentially lives in the library for 24 hours a day and has instilled his deep-seated hatred for Igor in all of the library bound colleagues. Igor is also unable to study alone, because its not really studying or working unless somebody sees him do it and sees him succeed.
So, where does that leave Igor? Emma's house! He takes his German built grey chariot towards the castle of his queen. Unfortunately for poor innocent Igor, the princesses in the castle aren't exactly thrilled with his presence. They have little sympathy for the misguided, slurred speaking, and metrosexually styled being with little to no use in matters of academia. Despite these complications, the relentless Igor seeks refuge in the kingdom of Emma. But now, it seems as though the silent have spoken and nobody knows where to send him. What can be done?
Igor is living in a life of displacement. From the British run motherland (until about 10 years ago), to the warm passive climate of the west coast, to the Asian parts of the GTA, finally ending off in UW. He often speaks of better times in each of his previous homes, sadly as if the best has past.
Moving into specifics, Igor really does not really have a place of refuge as of now. A place to reflect, rejuvenate, and of course in UW - study. His home is littered with people that detest his existence, they do their best to deter him from staying in the house. On the other hand, he is simply banned from the libraries on campus because David, his archnemesis, essentially lives in the library for 24 hours a day and has instilled his deep-seated hatred for Igor in all of the library bound colleagues. Igor is also unable to study alone, because its not really studying or working unless somebody sees him do it and sees him succeed.
So, where does that leave Igor? Emma's house! He takes his German built grey chariot towards the castle of his queen. Unfortunately for poor innocent Igor, the princesses in the castle aren't exactly thrilled with his presence. They have little sympathy for the misguided, slurred speaking, and metrosexually styled being with little to no use in matters of academia. Despite these complications, the relentless Igor seeks refuge in the kingdom of Emma. But now, it seems as though the silent have spoken and nobody knows where to send him. What can be done?
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Those In Japanese Glasses Shouldn't Throw Stones
Igor is a lot like the girl from The Magic School Bus. Remember her? The one that starts every sentence with "according to my research..." and then talks about a random irrelevant fact to show that she reads the encyclopedia before bed every night. This is another key aspect of Igor's choice of life: demonstrating intellect by memorizing facts, figures, and specifications about things that nobody with a life would possibly care about:
(Normal Person): Hey, that's a nice looking car!
(Igor): Yeah, I know, totally, it was actually designed by a bunch of asian kids who rebelled from the Nike factory 10 years ago then saved pennies to end up going to an industrial design school and eventually came up with the "flaming crap" design philosophy. It actually utilizes a 2.6L engine that General Motors created in 1993 to avoid the rising prices of oil thanks to OPEC. OPEC is an interesting organization, they were founded by....
(Normal Person): Yeah, that's great, I'm going to go scratch the chalkboard with my fingernails now to drown out your voice.
I think this might be a property of IB people in general, they must demonstrate their academic prowess given any opportunity at all. The unfortunate part is that his academic and life success is highly suspect in the first place. This behaviour spans all fields from technology to the best non-stick pan at Ikea.
This is quite annoying, I think we can all agree on that. But the worst part is that he passes judgement on people when they purchase everyday products without going through the weeks of meticulous research that he has the time for. "OMG, I can get that so much cheaper in Hong Kong", "That's going to be out of date in 3 months", "That brand is for jocks", "Ew, you really bought that?" etc.
Yes, he actually judges your character based on the products you buy! He respects people that have nicer things than him and ridicules people who don't. This is the beginning of the class system in Canada, its epic. But more importantly, its painfully annoying. You can't even buy milk without this kid talking about how he could drive 50km to get it 10 cents cheaper!
You would think that somebody this critical of others would have impeccable style and taste in all aspects of life - you would be wrong. This is the kid that brought the low cut, LILAC coloured v-neck sweater into Canada. He wore it with pride too. A follower has recently informed me that "The color lilac is sometimes associated with lesbianism." (Wikipedia). He also wears sportswear when the most exercise he gets each day is walking to his car and back.
Igor is a character alright. Something REALLY spicy will be up tomorrow, keep checking back.
(Normal Person): Hey, that's a nice looking car!
(Igor): Yeah, I know, totally, it was actually designed by a bunch of asian kids who rebelled from the Nike factory 10 years ago then saved pennies to end up going to an industrial design school and eventually came up with the "flaming crap" design philosophy. It actually utilizes a 2.6L engine that General Motors created in 1993 to avoid the rising prices of oil thanks to OPEC. OPEC is an interesting organization, they were founded by....
(Normal Person): Yeah, that's great, I'm going to go scratch the chalkboard with my fingernails now to drown out your voice.
I think this might be a property of IB people in general, they must demonstrate their academic prowess given any opportunity at all. The unfortunate part is that his academic and life success is highly suspect in the first place. This behaviour spans all fields from technology to the best non-stick pan at Ikea.
This is quite annoying, I think we can all agree on that. But the worst part is that he passes judgement on people when they purchase everyday products without going through the weeks of meticulous research that he has the time for. "OMG, I can get that so much cheaper in Hong Kong", "That's going to be out of date in 3 months", "That brand is for jocks", "Ew, you really bought that?" etc.
Yes, he actually judges your character based on the products you buy! He respects people that have nicer things than him and ridicules people who don't. This is the beginning of the class system in Canada, its epic. But more importantly, its painfully annoying. You can't even buy milk without this kid talking about how he could drive 50km to get it 10 cents cheaper!
You would think that somebody this critical of others would have impeccable style and taste in all aspects of life - you would be wrong. This is the kid that brought the low cut, LILAC coloured v-neck sweater into Canada. He wore it with pride too. A follower has recently informed me that "The color lilac is sometimes associated with lesbianism." (Wikipedia). He also wears sportswear when the most exercise he gets each day is walking to his car and back.
Igor is a character alright. Something REALLY spicy will be up tomorrow, keep checking back.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Perception And Football
Igor is leading a team of semi-decent students in intramural soccer. He probably won't mention that the team is in a beginner league against a bunch of paraplegics and obese girls. Nevertheless, he runs the team because people don't really want to do so.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with this, its actually beneficial to the people on the team. However, we haven't discussed perception yet.
This is what really happened:
They won two games, one was marginal and with external help, lots of talent up front, amazing goaltender, didn't really require a coach. Also, Igor runs like a 5 year old school girl and yells more than he moves.
This is what Emma hears (from the voice of Igor):
"Emma, OMG, I was so amazing. I rallied the troops, gave them an amazing strategy I concocted while doing my hair for 30 minutes each morning that worked. They were nothing without me, I brought leadership, skill, respect, and perseverance to that locker room. I showed them their inner potential and made their dreams into reality. Also, I'm an all-star defender and prevented the game from getting out of hand. I used my amazing slide tackles to stop Jesus from unleashing his sonic boom against the innocent bystanders while using my 1337 hax0r skillz to save a bunch of little girls from a speeding freight train. By the way, what do you think of my v-neck sweater?"
Perception is an important topic covered in MSCI211 and 421, stay in school.
There is absolutely nothing wrong with this, its actually beneficial to the people on the team. However, we haven't discussed perception yet.
This is what really happened:
They won two games, one was marginal and with external help, lots of talent up front, amazing goaltender, didn't really require a coach. Also, Igor runs like a 5 year old school girl and yells more than he moves.
This is what Emma hears (from the voice of Igor):
"Emma, OMG, I was so amazing. I rallied the troops, gave them an amazing strategy I concocted while doing my hair for 30 minutes each morning that worked. They were nothing without me, I brought leadership, skill, respect, and perseverance to that locker room. I showed them their inner potential and made their dreams into reality. Also, I'm an all-star defender and prevented the game from getting out of hand. I used my amazing slide tackles to stop Jesus from unleashing his sonic boom against the innocent bystanders while using my 1337 hax0r skillz to save a bunch of little girls from a speeding freight train. By the way, what do you think of my v-neck sweater?"
Perception is an important topic covered in MSCI211 and 421, stay in school.
Monday, May 25, 2009
The Dinner Situation
Igor likes to cook - but only when others watch him or he gets browning points with Emma.
Consequently, he stopped cooking and any sort of kitchen maintenance at his own residence. His room is vile and wreaks of dead animals. That said, he often visits Emma and offers to cook for her. He actually attempted this numerous times last week and also volunteered to lend her his car.
This is a recurring pattern in his life. He was short on groceries, but refused to go and purchase more until Emma needed a ride to get her own. He didn't have time to go to the market, until Emma needed to go. etc. etc.
Now, you're probably thinking that he is some kind of stalker - this is simply not true. He is far too shy and subtle to be a real stalker. His limbs and body structure are far too feminine to instill any fear in victims. His voice, far too slurred and annoying to create any terror. No, Igor is simply annoying. Very very annoying. And he spreads his annoying aura to everyone that he interacts with. Quite simply, he is a perpetual thorn in the side. Too insignificant to take action. Too weak to fear. Too hilarious to interrupt.
It should also be noted that Igor takes the title "Mom" when living with the aforementioned girls. However, when living with men (at least the ones that can stand him), he takes the cake for being the dirtiest slob ever. His refinement and stature are only at face value. His actions are only targeted for others to notice. The pattern should be plainly obvious by now, everything is targeted at the brand - the Igor brand. The target market is Emma and her friends. The product is a dud. Unfortunately, the brand also requires a new marketing division. Its almost as if he's a chinese automobile, a Chery or something - wrapped in attempted Lamborghini sheet metal - but in reality, looks like a juiced up Honda Civic.
His existence has caused me to consider grad work in Anthropology. I had no idea people could weave a rich tapestry of lies and perception this strong.
Consequently, he stopped cooking and any sort of kitchen maintenance at his own residence. His room is vile and wreaks of dead animals. That said, he often visits Emma and offers to cook for her. He actually attempted this numerous times last week and also volunteered to lend her his car.
This is a recurring pattern in his life. He was short on groceries, but refused to go and purchase more until Emma needed a ride to get her own. He didn't have time to go to the market, until Emma needed to go. etc. etc.
Now, you're probably thinking that he is some kind of stalker - this is simply not true. He is far too shy and subtle to be a real stalker. His limbs and body structure are far too feminine to instill any fear in victims. His voice, far too slurred and annoying to create any terror. No, Igor is simply annoying. Very very annoying. And he spreads his annoying aura to everyone that he interacts with. Quite simply, he is a perpetual thorn in the side. Too insignificant to take action. Too weak to fear. Too hilarious to interrupt.
It should also be noted that Igor takes the title "Mom" when living with the aforementioned girls. However, when living with men (at least the ones that can stand him), he takes the cake for being the dirtiest slob ever. His refinement and stature are only at face value. His actions are only targeted for others to notice. The pattern should be plainly obvious by now, everything is targeted at the brand - the Igor brand. The target market is Emma and her friends. The product is a dud. Unfortunately, the brand also requires a new marketing division. Its almost as if he's a chinese automobile, a Chery or something - wrapped in attempted Lamborghini sheet metal - but in reality, looks like a juiced up Honda Civic.
His existence has caused me to consider grad work in Anthropology. I had no idea people could weave a rich tapestry of lies and perception this strong.
Postulates for Further Posts
Igor is madly in love with a girl in his class. He pursues her with every waking moment of his life. He longs for her and dreams about her. To save her from an embarrassing situation, lets call her Emma. She also lives in a house of girls that happen to loathe him. That said, they have no problem using him and giving him false notions of friendship and companionship (in exchange for him taking the role of bitch).
Igor also has competition, a little less pathetic, but same fundamental goals in life, including Emma, lets call him David.
Igor is madly in love with technology and products that increase his socioeconomic status to others. Its also an obsession, like the pursuit of Emma (who happens to have a boyfriend).
Igor comes from an IB program in high school, and thus, thinks he is the greatest academic mind that you have ever encountered.
Igor also takes far too many extracurricular that he is absolutely mediocre at.
That's all for now. More stories to come.
Igor also has competition, a little less pathetic, but same fundamental goals in life, including Emma, lets call him David.
Igor is madly in love with technology and products that increase his socioeconomic status to others. Its also an obsession, like the pursuit of Emma (who happens to have a boyfriend).
Igor comes from an IB program in high school, and thus, thinks he is the greatest academic mind that you have ever encountered.
Igor also takes far too many extracurricular that he is absolutely mediocre at.
That's all for now. More stories to come.
Welcome
This blog is dedicated to giving the world a window into living with Igor. Igor is a clinically disturbed individual who has devoted his life to pleasing people that want nothing to do with him. He is an ugly looking individual who also happens to be dead on the inside. However, his MO for living is to put on a face so that everyone respects and adores him.
I chose to live with this individual during the school term - hoping to find some redeeming qualities in him (in actuality, we needed one more person for the house lease). I still believed everyone had SOME good traits. I was proven wrong immediately. Believe it or not, every waking moment causes me to incessantly hate him further.
I never thought somebody who knew so many facts could be so boring.
I never thought somebody who placed so much emphasis on looks could be so hideous.
I never thought somebody who read so much into technology could be so misguided and ignorant of basic understand.
And finally, I never thought anybody could put a continuous effort into getting a girl for 3 years and not give up. But more on this one later, it definitely requires an individual blog post.
In closing, if you ever meet somebody with these qualities, quarantine them from your social circle, don't try to find the inner beauty - for they are already dead.
I chose to live with this individual during the school term - hoping to find some redeeming qualities in him (in actuality, we needed one more person for the house lease). I still believed everyone had SOME good traits. I was proven wrong immediately. Believe it or not, every waking moment causes me to incessantly hate him further.
I never thought somebody who knew so many facts could be so boring.
I never thought somebody who placed so much emphasis on looks could be so hideous.
I never thought somebody who read so much into technology could be so misguided and ignorant of basic understand.
And finally, I never thought anybody could put a continuous effort into getting a girl for 3 years and not give up. But more on this one later, it definitely requires an individual blog post.
In closing, if you ever meet somebody with these qualities, quarantine them from your social circle, don't try to find the inner beauty - for they are already dead.
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