Mission Statement: Herculodge: The Essential Guide to Saving Your Manhood in an Era of Shriveling Masculinity.
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If our posts on Facebook get us a lot of attention in the form of “likes” and comments and we find this attention makes us gloat like we’re the King of Facebook, we have ask ourselves: Should we be getting our thrills in this manner? Of all the things to get thrilled about, the birth of a baby, the expulsion of a fascist leader, the discovery of a cure for some terminable disease, why do so many of us jump for joy upon getting Facebook “likes” and comments?
Grading freshmen composition essays makes you lose IQ points. Why? Because there’s only one of you grading over 500 sub-literate essays a semester. You don’t raise them up. By sheer numbers, they pull you down. Try telling this to your Dean and see how sympathetic he is. He’ll say, “We hired you to change the future of America, you nincompoop!”
When we’re afraid of something, we often do extreme behaviors that cause our worst fears to come true. I knew a guy who was so obsessed about getting cancer the supposed radiation released from his TV that he would turn on his TV in the living room and watch it from his back yard while using binoculars. Within three years of sitting under direct sunlight, he was diagnosed with skin cancer.
I've drunk cow's milk all my life, so it feels natural to me. But last night while I was watching Don Draper's ex wife drink fresh milk from a cow's teat it seemed disgusting that we're acclimated to guzzling bovine animal body fluids.
Ed has apprised us of this article about how pathetic, needy, and feeble we are as human beings because we are not drawn to sycophantic customer service but to the snobbish, supercilious elites who treat us as peasants.
I can tell you from experience that being obsessed with radios and watches has taken up a lot, too much, real estate in my brain. These obsessions run in cycles and tend to ebb and flow.
My watch collection feels complete (for a week?), but experience tells me this sense of completeness can be disturbed by some grail that emerges out of the shroud.
I'm down to nine watches and it still feels like too many as every day when I go to work I "struggle" with choosing a watch, giving one the wrist time it deserves.
The Seiko Tuna, back on the rubber strap, seems more appealing than ever. The Omega Seamaster 50mm . . . Wait, that's a Deep Blue Depthmaster, a very large watch as you can see from the comparison shots with the Seiko SBBN017 Tuna.
Who knows the motivation for selling a mint Seiko Sumo twice? Trying to fend off boredom? Trying to justify buying new watches?
Yet every time I lose the thing, I want it back. It should be here in about a week. Where will my watch obsession take me? I've got a running joke, a refrain in which say, "Now my collection is complete." I wonder.
As reported here on Worn and Wound, 2014 ushers in the new Seiko SUN019 Prospex Kinetic Diver with 47.5mm bezel and sapphire. Looks like a Sumo competitor. Or does one get both?
This morning Mike (recently moved from luxury watch store in Laguna Hills) of Watch City switched my Seiko Black Monster from its Super Engineer II bracelet to the stock H-links and we both agreed that the H-links look good with the case design (though they feel so light and cheaper than the SEII).
UPDATE: After a few hours I had the SRII put back on the Monster. Its stock bracelet felt too light and too cheap.
Also, we put the stock OSD bracelet back on the Orient Saturation Diver after removing the SEII, but Mike and I agreed that the SEII was a better match, especially since the light and thin stock links disappeared on my wrist. The OSD is hefty enough to stand up to the heavier SEII.
Mike had never heard of the 46mm OSD, but was very impressed with its quality and wrist presence and agreed with me that it was a worthy substitute for an oversized (usually 44mm) Rolex.
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