Licking one's chops



There is a man T at work who blinks far less than the average human being. He also stares straight into your skull while you speak which makes me distracted and uncomfortable indeed. Asians do not stare into each other's skulls unless it is a life or death angly fight. The only time I stare purposefully is during my family's routine staring contests; Hugo is the all time defending champion. I am consistently the underdog, bottom ranked at every tournament. My father is a man who burst a blood vessel in his eye because he forgot to blink after he started using a new flat screen monitor. My sister forces him to wet his eyes with Visine every once in a while. We can't figure out his secret hence he has kept his title for decades.



So at lunch, I impulsively challenged T to a staring match expecting to lose. Non brown eyes are very difficult for me to look at. I prematurely employed Hugo's "Licking One's Chops' trick, but the opponent did not flinch. There is no more easier way to stretch out the seconds than this. Who knows why, but his blue eyes blinked. Probably a rematch is in order, but I was hoping to practice with T so I could mount a more serious challenge to Hugo when I returned next.



Sof's Brilliantly Beaded Outfits



Sof is getting ready for Burning Man and brought over her lovely costumes. Many oohs and ahhs were in order, the theatrical outfits were a transvestite's wet dream. Sequined things, beaded halter tops. C was oddly being the useful gay friend seriously repeating how one of the beaded outfits could be worn casually over a white dress or something...