Leisure Town

Tristan makes some of the funniest and darkest comic strips I've ever seen, like a modern-day R. Crumb, using toy animals, great location shots, superb photoshop skills, and, most importantly, a thoroughly twisted sense of humor. Excellent writing. Particularly hilarious are "Pussy Driven," "American Masturbator," not that I would have any first-hand, so to speak, knowledge of either subject, and "QA Confidential," an extremely insightful send-up of the computer industry and Silicon Valley/Multimedia Gulch mentality.  I have heard some odd stories about him—he is a local boy well-known to some friends of mine ... apparently, he mines his own life for much of his material. Let us leave it at that.

A panel from American Masturbator

Intellectual Whores Homepage

Home of the Ladder Theory in male/female relationships.

I can't remember how I found this site - so often the case, isn't it? But I periodically return for a laugh. This guy has given the nature of attraction a lot of thought. And I must say that his theories and analyses of the the ongoing situation are consistent with my own extensive experience and observations over the years. 

I have been both asshole and nice guy in years past. Nice guy (listens to her problems, is sympathetic, polite, etc.) almost without fail gets relegated to friend status. Asshole (showing up drunk once or twice a month and rapping loudly on her window after the bars close) gets welcomed into her warm bed.

Ladies: You can protest all you want, but the facts are the facts.

I love his bit about what women say they care about but really don't: intelligence, sense of humor, honesty, sensitivity etc. ... I know ... that stuff counts ... later. 

Not saying I agree with everything he says all the time, but the Intellectual Whores Homepage, but much of what he says rings true.

Salient excerpts from the site after the jump on the "Cuddle Bitch"— a place no man wants to go, and also on Beethoven's Fur Elise, a brilliant analysis of how Louie von B probably used the same piece of music to seduce countless countesses. 

(Note to self: would this be disingenuous thing to do? Must ponder when time affords.) 

Happy Valentines Day