neoteny: the ability for someone to maintain youthful childish and attractive features even after they are full grown.
ex. cute dogs that look like puppies after 7.
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Sash in North York
Sash sits in his running car outside a HUGE apartment building. He looks inside and can vaguely see a girl sitting with her back to the enterance window. She glances back a few times and then finally stands up and look out at SASH. They lock suspicious glances.
INT. Studio Apartment. -- 5th floor of 32.
Sash walks behind AMANDA's into her studio apartment. Her cat immediately approaches SASH through the empty space and blanket covered furniture.
Amanda: Marcus!
Sash: Marcus huh? Nice cat.
They share a moment.
Amanda: yeah I just got him. He is crazy so I apologize in advance.
Sash: no problem. Cute kitten. Nice place, all yours.
Amanda: Oh yeah, it's good. I really like it for now.
Sash: Yeah. It's has a very grand-mother-esque-ish-ness...
Amanda: It's a lot of hand me down stuff from my mother and my grandmother. I love my grandmother...
Sash: un-hun...
Sash uncomfortably pushes down on the old sofa about to sit down.
Amanda: like that couch was hers and she used to sit on it all day.
Sash immediately stands up in light of this news.
Amanda: Do you want a drink. I'm gonna have some red.
Sash: uh. Ya know what I actually don't drink right now. Doing a whole mental thing. See what the brain is like after 3 months of soberity. More for me than anything, ya know...
Amanda: Right. Sounds creative.
Sash: I live in the West end. So yeah, I guess.
Amanda: What do you even do again?
Sash: I'm a freelance everything creative really. I will do advertising gigs, posters, poems, novels, what ever you want I'll just add my sort of creative juices to it...
Amanda: Right. (kinda laughs but mostly grimce.)
Sash: I am a chef also. At a mediterranian restaurant. Do you want to smoke a joint?
Sash pulls out a joint.
Amanda: Well. Hahahah. I can't actually answer that question, and you have to leave right now.
Sash: What?
Amanda: I work for CESA national security and don't want to be in this situation.
Sash: What is that?
Amanda: I basically don't want to be around narcotics seeing as I might be being investigated by my company right now.
Sash: YOu guys investigate each other?
Amanda: It's Canada. Look, you have to go.
Sash: Ok. By Marcus.
Sash leaves happily. He gets in the elevator going down and stares at him self in the mirror baffled.
INT. Studio Apartment. -- 5th floor of 32.
Sash walks behind AMANDA's into her studio apartment. Her cat immediately approaches SASH through the empty space and blanket covered furniture.
Amanda: Marcus!
Sash: Marcus huh? Nice cat.
They share a moment.
Amanda: yeah I just got him. He is crazy so I apologize in advance.
Sash: no problem. Cute kitten. Nice place, all yours.
Amanda: Oh yeah, it's good. I really like it for now.
Sash: Yeah. It's has a very grand-mother-esque-ish-ness...
Amanda: It's a lot of hand me down stuff from my mother and my grandmother. I love my grandmother...
Sash: un-hun...
Sash uncomfortably pushes down on the old sofa about to sit down.
Amanda: like that couch was hers and she used to sit on it all day.
Sash immediately stands up in light of this news.
Amanda: Do you want a drink. I'm gonna have some red.
Sash: uh. Ya know what I actually don't drink right now. Doing a whole mental thing. See what the brain is like after 3 months of soberity. More for me than anything, ya know...
Amanda: Right. Sounds creative.
Sash: I live in the West end. So yeah, I guess.
Amanda: What do you even do again?
Sash: I'm a freelance everything creative really. I will do advertising gigs, posters, poems, novels, what ever you want I'll just add my sort of creative juices to it...
Amanda: Right. (kinda laughs but mostly grimce.)
Sash: I am a chef also. At a mediterranian restaurant. Do you want to smoke a joint?
Sash pulls out a joint.
Amanda: Well. Hahahah. I can't actually answer that question, and you have to leave right now.
Sash: What?
Amanda: I work for CESA national security and don't want to be in this situation.
Sash: What is that?
Amanda: I basically don't want to be around narcotics seeing as I might be being investigated by my company right now.
Sash: YOu guys investigate each other?
Amanda: It's Canada. Look, you have to go.
Sash: Ok. By Marcus.
Sash leaves happily. He gets in the elevator going down and stares at him self in the mirror baffled.
Sash's notes
Sash -- lady whisperer journal,
I am sitting at my desk with a half hour to kill. I find myself searching facebook profiles of my three favorite ladies. I have nothing to do with these girls in the sense that we don't hang out or communicate regularly. But we do have history and memories. I find they are consistently my first three views every time I log in to simply kill time. They all represent something different.
First I look at the profile of a girl that I remember from a near past. She is much younger than me (6 yrs) and when I knew her she was physically perfect. Like a Banana that just turned yellow. Great body and incredibly innocent perkiness which she was completely oblivious to. I like to check in on her to remind myself that gravity exists and observe the maturation process and its effect on pure beauty.
I then bring up the profile of the girl of my dreams. I have looked at her pictures a million times before, but today I really examine them. I look for imperfections and when I find them, I justify them. I tell myself that her out of place tooth is what I love about her and makes her special. Her disregard for Oral B, and yet completely white teeth and confident smile, boggles my mind. A picture where she looks awkward, I blame on poor lighting. Sidenote: She is completely immune to my whisperings in real life.
I then look at her sisters profile and do the same thing.
The I scroll through my phone and look at the names of the girls that are actually in my life right now. I compare characteristics between them and the girls I just crept on facebook.
half hour is up--- back to work
Sash
I am sitting at my desk with a half hour to kill. I find myself searching facebook profiles of my three favorite ladies. I have nothing to do with these girls in the sense that we don't hang out or communicate regularly. But we do have history and memories. I find they are consistently my first three views every time I log in to simply kill time. They all represent something different.
First I look at the profile of a girl that I remember from a near past. She is much younger than me (6 yrs) and when I knew her she was physically perfect. Like a Banana that just turned yellow. Great body and incredibly innocent perkiness which she was completely oblivious to. I like to check in on her to remind myself that gravity exists and observe the maturation process and its effect on pure beauty.
I then bring up the profile of the girl of my dreams. I have looked at her pictures a million times before, but today I really examine them. I look for imperfections and when I find them, I justify them. I tell myself that her out of place tooth is what I love about her and makes her special. Her disregard for Oral B, and yet completely white teeth and confident smile, boggles my mind. A picture where she looks awkward, I blame on poor lighting. Sidenote: She is completely immune to my whisperings in real life.
I then look at her sisters profile and do the same thing.
The I scroll through my phone and look at the names of the girls that are actually in my life right now. I compare characteristics between them and the girls I just crept on facebook.
half hour is up--- back to work
Sash
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Current Phase
top 5 words to associate with my life right now.
Korean food
'Foreigner' the band
Dog Whisperer
beautiful women
pc muscle exercises
Korean food
'Foreigner' the band
Dog Whisperer
beautiful women
pc muscle exercises
Cillian 'Sash' Rollner: lady whisperer character breakdowns
This is the first entry by me, Sash Rollners the lady whisperer, into my diary.
I am dating 5 women and it is 100% a full time job. I am into each one of them in some way and I am always incredibly honest and up front with them. The good news is none of them have ever asked if I am seeing anyone else right now so I have been 100% honest with them. Honesty and positive energy projection is the key to my success thus far. Today I begin to keep a diary of my progressions with ladies from this point on. I will share my tips, interactions, failures and successes with you diary...because
I am
The Lady whisperer
I have also listed how I communicate with them and the frequency in order to keep them interested and keen; or whispered.
Let me just clarify one thing. A lady is considered whispered if you can hook up with them (not necessarily sex but intimacy for sure) on a regular basis.
So here is the list of my current 5 ladies:
Lannie (allana) Tropue : she is a french girl that I had an incredible encounter with. We kinda knew each other from high school, and hadn't seen each other in 7 years. We both confessed admiration and attraction to our past selves, and this was a big enough ice breaker that we ended up having sex. We continued to a few more times, until she moved away. The passion wasn't extinguished, but merely thrown in a Tupperware container and tossed in the ice box. Freshness was lost, but never stale. She moved back now, which is almost a year later. We bumped into each other at a mutual party and almost went home together. I invited her home, she agreed, then declined based on other sleeping arrangements she had already made with a buddy. I acknowledged and threw a positive energy blast of 'I understanding' and 'excitement for having been able to see her again' at her. I then proceeds to leave the party, and half way down the street I got a text; "Change my mind. Coming over."
Communication method: Email and BBM messages. Majority incoming.
Frequency of communication: 1 time a week.
See each other: 1 every few months. maybe sex maybe pass out beside each other.
Larisa Dullen: We dated a long time ago. She now lives in my neighbourhood and was quick to notify me of her move. She's very cute and has incredible fashion sense. We share dog's same names in that both of us have dogs named Mindy. I guess we feel this is a huge enough connection that we should be close. We do have an attraction for each other but we keep our distance mainly because we can't stand each other. We hook up every now and then and play 'run the bases' but there are no RBIs or Dingers. I don't even know why I keep her in the rotation.
Communication method: occasional text.
Frequency: 1 a week.
See each other: 1 a month. Sex or a fight.
Carla Tembner : A sexy bartender that I met because she actually had heard of me and wanted to meet me. ? . She is an 11 out of 10 and kind of goth. Maybe the sexiest girl alive. We just met a few days ago and she actually called me first. I have a date with her this weekend and am looking forward to it immensely. We spoke on the phone once and there was more chemistry than a Bunsen burner convention.
Communication method: Out going and incoming call. Also texts.
Frequency: have just set up our first date.
See each other: tbd.
Molly Sullivan: Ole reliable. We met at a party and she was intrigued by the fact that I am creative and she isn't (at least that's what she thinks). Surprisingly Larrisa is like this. A very straight forward and to the point girl. Sporty and Independent. Sidenote "Many girls believe they are truly not creative, and thus pursue, 'creative men' because of the intrigue and mystery behind the ability to create. 'Maybe the creative types are able to apply that creativity to romance?' is what they ponder. Anyway, she is cute, likes to hang out and enjoys space. .
Communication method: phone, text.
frequency: daily.
See each other: weekly (2-3)
Rebecca Carver: incredibly sexy and another perfect 10. Barbie doll. She is much younger than me but surprisingly confident and awesome. She has definitely been pursued at large by guys since the day she turned 9 as physically she is every man's dream. Stunning beauty and a killer personality. Her only problem is her weakness to men. She loves them and therefore is not able to be monogamous. I can't decide if this is a shame or just incredibly sexy. Either way we have an incredible attraction for each other, but also have a mutual friend who is obsessed with her. Therefore, according to guy code, I cannot go further than a make out session with her, until he is done with his obsession. He needs to listen to Foreigner. Everyone does.
Communication: bbm and facebook.
Frequency: Daily.
See each other: once a week. On a hiatus now (not allowed to hang out)
Today's events
morning: incoming text from Carla
afternoon: text back Carla
evening: talk to Carla (30 mins), Rebecca (25 mins), Molly (15 mins)
Stay tuned diary,
Sash
I am dating 5 women and it is 100% a full time job. I am into each one of them in some way and I am always incredibly honest and up front with them. The good news is none of them have ever asked if I am seeing anyone else right now so I have been 100% honest with them. Honesty and positive energy projection is the key to my success thus far. Today I begin to keep a diary of my progressions with ladies from this point on. I will share my tips, interactions, failures and successes with you diary...because
I am
The Lady whisperer
I have also listed how I communicate with them and the frequency in order to keep them interested and keen; or whispered.
Let me just clarify one thing. A lady is considered whispered if you can hook up with them (not necessarily sex but intimacy for sure) on a regular basis.
So here is the list of my current 5 ladies:
Lannie (allana) Tropue : she is a french girl that I had an incredible encounter with. We kinda knew each other from high school, and hadn't seen each other in 7 years. We both confessed admiration and attraction to our past selves, and this was a big enough ice breaker that we ended up having sex. We continued to a few more times, until she moved away. The passion wasn't extinguished, but merely thrown in a Tupperware container and tossed in the ice box. Freshness was lost, but never stale. She moved back now, which is almost a year later. We bumped into each other at a mutual party and almost went home together. I invited her home, she agreed, then declined based on other sleeping arrangements she had already made with a buddy. I acknowledged and threw a positive energy blast of 'I understanding' and 'excitement for having been able to see her again' at her. I then proceeds to leave the party, and half way down the street I got a text; "Change my mind. Coming over."
Communication method: Email and BBM messages. Majority incoming.
Frequency of communication: 1 time a week.
See each other: 1 every few months. maybe sex maybe pass out beside each other.
Larisa Dullen: We dated a long time ago. She now lives in my neighbourhood and was quick to notify me of her move. She's very cute and has incredible fashion sense. We share dog's same names in that both of us have dogs named Mindy. I guess we feel this is a huge enough connection that we should be close. We do have an attraction for each other but we keep our distance mainly because we can't stand each other. We hook up every now and then and play 'run the bases' but there are no RBIs or Dingers. I don't even know why I keep her in the rotation.
Communication method: occasional text.
Frequency: 1 a week.
See each other: 1 a month. Sex or a fight.
Carla Tembner : A sexy bartender that I met because she actually had heard of me and wanted to meet me. ? . She is an 11 out of 10 and kind of goth. Maybe the sexiest girl alive. We just met a few days ago and she actually called me first. I have a date with her this weekend and am looking forward to it immensely. We spoke on the phone once and there was more chemistry than a Bunsen burner convention.
Communication method: Out going and incoming call. Also texts.
Frequency: have just set up our first date.
See each other: tbd.
Molly Sullivan: Ole reliable. We met at a party and she was intrigued by the fact that I am creative and she isn't (at least that's what she thinks). Surprisingly Larrisa is like this. A very straight forward and to the point girl. Sporty and Independent. Sidenote "Many girls believe they are truly not creative, and thus pursue, 'creative men' because of the intrigue and mystery behind the ability to create. 'Maybe the creative types are able to apply that creativity to romance?' is what they ponder. Anyway, she is cute, likes to hang out and enjoys space. .
Communication method: phone, text.
frequency: daily.
See each other: weekly (2-3)
Rebecca Carver: incredibly sexy and another perfect 10. Barbie doll. She is much younger than me but surprisingly confident and awesome. She has definitely been pursued at large by guys since the day she turned 9 as physically she is every man's dream. Stunning beauty and a killer personality. Her only problem is her weakness to men. She loves them and therefore is not able to be monogamous. I can't decide if this is a shame or just incredibly sexy. Either way we have an incredible attraction for each other, but also have a mutual friend who is obsessed with her. Therefore, according to guy code, I cannot go further than a make out session with her, until he is done with his obsession. He needs to listen to Foreigner. Everyone does.
Communication: bbm and facebook.
Frequency: Daily.
See each other: once a week. On a hiatus now (not allowed to hang out)
Today's events
morning: incoming text from Carla
afternoon: text back Carla
evening: talk to Carla (30 mins), Rebecca (25 mins), Molly (15 mins)
Stay tuned diary,
Sash
Monday, February 2, 2009
40 types of snow
The Inuits have 40 different names for snow. Living in Toronto and traveling to snowy areas, I believe there are 40 different types of snow.
I will be investigating these different types and start to come up with funny, clever metaphors.
Using the blog more as a work sheet right now, as it is clear that I am out of whack at the moment.
fluffy, icy, black, white, brown, packing, icey crust, flaky, powdery, glistening slippery,
to continue---
I will be investigating these different types and start to come up with funny, clever metaphors.
Using the blog more as a work sheet right now, as it is clear that I am out of whack at the moment.
fluffy, icy, black, white, brown, packing, icey crust, flaky, powdery, glistening slippery,
to continue---
Sunday, February 1, 2009
Greg: I'm sorry if I made you mad.
Harold: you're sorry 'if'?
Greg: Yeah.
Harold: As in if you made me mad, which you did, then you're sorry.
Greg: No sorry if I made you mad, because I don't think I did.
Harold: Well you did, so regardless of how 'sorry if' you are, you made me mad.
Greg: OK! Sorry!
Harold: Now, that's not a sorry tone.
Harold: you're sorry 'if'?
Greg: Yeah.
Harold: As in if you made me mad, which you did, then you're sorry.
Greg: No sorry if I made you mad, because I don't think I did.
Harold: Well you did, so regardless of how 'sorry if' you are, you made me mad.
Greg: OK! Sorry!
Harold: Now, that's not a sorry tone.
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