Evolution and such

Cyanide and Happiness yet again gets it right:

Finally, someone sees the light.

Top 10 Reasons to Go to Work Naked

Not our greatest champions

I have Google News track the phrase "no pants" and the word "pantsless." Sadly, most of the news stories I receive in my email involve criminal acts. They can usually be categorized as amusing tales of drunken idiots.




Today, for instance, in addition to the one I posted in my last entry, there came this story from Wisconsin of a man driving intoxicated with wearing pants or underpants.

Sigh.

Nudity and pantslessness are wonderful things, and I completely understand the need to be free when you've overindulged. But please never drink and drive. And don't do something else stupid that will wind up in the newspapers when you're not wearing pants. It only makes your life comedic.

Lady Gaga and Style

A new book is coming out that focuses on Lady Gaga's sense of style.

You can read about it here.

I point this out, because as the writer of the article states: My favorite section of the book is "Going Pantsless" because, honestly, does anyone do it better than Gaga when it comes to showing some skin? Clearly, this person has not met me, but otherwise she's probably right.

A Brief History of Nakedness

I just read a book review in The Economist (yes, I read that sometimes, preferably without pants) of a book that sounds intriguing. The review, which you can read here, calls it "thought-provoking, if somewhat frustrating" for what it overlooks.



There's so much in our lives that just assume or don't think about that it's important to step back and think about such things some times. We are born naked. Someone, somewhere, some time decided you should wear clothes, even though they never knew you and never would. Why?

Despite its described flaws, I've added this book to my very long reading list.

Here's the obligatory Amazon link.

NUDITY!!!!

I had two thoughts related to nudity late in the day today.

1. I wish I could go to work naked. I could be more relaxed, even as I performed drudgery, if I were pantsless. The main problem is that I can't think of a reason my co-workers wouldn't/couldn't be naked, too, if they so choose, and that would make going to work even more dreadful.

2. Today, I was listening to the record that defined my generation. The cover says it all.



Yes, it's Nirvana's "Nevermind," with the naked baby, winkie in full view, chasing Almighty God-Dollar. The watershed moment of my generation had absolutely nothing to do with pants.

I was doomed, of course.

I just started taking guitar lessons and one of the first things I learned was the riff from "Come As You Are." (I play it considerably slower - so much so that you'd have a hard identifying it as that, even when I don't screw it up.)

That naked baby, Spencer Elden, just turned 18. We're all so proud.

Actually, we're Gen-Xers. We define aloof. We really don't care.

Meh.

Boo pants!

Rugby, anyone?

The way to play rugby - not safe for work, unless your employer doesn't mind you looking at bare bottoms!