Anyways at the airport, in the news-stand I looked at something that i've looked at a thousand times and wondered the same thing for a really long time. Nudie Mags... They always have these fine publications at the airport along with magazines about cars, sports, sports cars, nerd stuff, etc... When I look and ponder at the boob-a-zines I'm not really thinking about what's inside (well kinda), but i'm mostly thinking about who would buy these and look at them while on an airplane? The majority of passengers are business men who are either single, or traveling alone, but they are also flying with a few hundred other people, all seated within inches of each other. In these strict confines, it's easy to notice what other people were reading, because there's no room to disguise your self-help books, get-rich-quick books or any other reading material. Sasha was reading a book called "My Horizontal Life" by Chelsea Handler. Though most people do not have any scruples about reading these things in public, who is the guy reading the porn on the plane?!
In all the years i've flown on planes, I have always seen these magazines displayed high above any others, wrapped in plastic, marinating in that "Nude Book Smell" but really, I have never seen a person (man, woman or otherwise) purchase one of these magazines and just look at them openly while seated on an airplane. I kinda want to meet the dude who has the confidence to sit down in 29B get settled in next to the grandma visiting here grand children (possibly for the last time) and cracking open a copy of Penthouse. Seriously, what else is this guy to do on a plane? Maybe he's a recovering alcoholic so he can't drink the booze. Or maybe he's dyslexic and can't do crossword puzzles. Or maybe he's not interested in watching Shrek the 3rd. What's a dude to do? Look at boobs!
Personally I couldn't do it. My limits are the Maxims and Stuff Magazines, because it's a little more respected and usually full of useful articles, like: how to cut off your own hand, or how to hypnotize a lobster (All real articles that I've read.) But I don't think I have the testicular fortitude to go through page after page of the female anatomy in all of it's blond hair, brightly lit glory, then turn to the woman next to me and ask "So, you like Nicholas Sparks?"
Any other news...
Remember when I had a theory about my girl Sasha going through a Bourne Identity realization, when she was able to fire a gun really well on her first try? Well, if you don't know, this is who I am talking about.
In New Mexico this weekend, we went to the local Spy Shop to see what kind of useless junk we could get 30 minutes of entertainment from with our friends back in ATL. Aside from voice disguisers and hidden cameras, they had various sets of lock picking equipment. Sasha takes the two metal untensils, gets a 10-second lesson on how to use them, wiggles them around for a minute, and Eureeka! She opened the lock! Like the gun, she accomplished this on her first try, and on various levels of difficulty with different locks. So yeah, I am again reminded who wears the pants, who holds the guns, and who picks the locks in our relationship, but I am happy with my station in life. I can however kill any, and everybody at Wii Bowling on the Nintendo.
Speaking of my girl, she is really making some waves in the wonderful world of cute girls making art. And if ya don't know, now ya know!
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