All Your Base Are Belong To Us — The Kip Lange Homepage

Just thought I’d take a moment here to explain why I keep my blog with a functional but minimalist layout. You know, the old default WordPress theme, etc. It’s just that I’m a firm believer in content on a website. After all, it’s what I do to make money, mostly — provide content for websites. Your site can be as snazzy-looking as you want it to be, but if there’s nothing there of interest, who cares?

So maybe someday I’ll get bored and play with different themes. Until then, I’m leaving things the way they are and hoping my posts help people (arguably, my content may suck, which you are free to take issue with me on — let me know what you want, though, if you decide to).

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Merry !@$%ing Christmas!

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Well, I hit 35, and my haul this year is: $170 towards my iPhone 4 (that is an awesome present), an Orleans Firebirds hat (they changed their name from Cardinals to Firebirds this year under new ownership),  a book from The Onion that’s a collection of their front pages over the years (another awesome present), and…one other thing that I can’t mention, ha! Oh, and five packs of my Nat Sherman Classic Menthols (which are mint flavored, but they can’t call them Classic Mint anymore because the government forbids it…).

Oh, and if you’re looking for Firebirds info, go to http://www.orleansfirebirds.com. Unfortunately, you can only buy hats at the games themselves.

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So I get up this morning, I head for the coffee; I put my hands on the counter for just a second and WHAM my back goes out on me. I spent fifteen minutes just lying on the floor trying to get up. The pain is running all down my right leg, too, so it’s obviously something to do with my sciatica (I have chronic problems with that).

Anyway, it runs in the family. I have what’s referred to as a “swimmer’s back”, meaning it’s very very long. And the longer your back is, the more likely you are to have some lower back pain. At least it’s not killing me so much I can’t sit comfortably anymore. Well, it’s still uncomfortable, I guess, but Advil helped and if I stay in one position I seem to be okay.

Ironically, my father’s still getting over his back going out on him ten days ago.

Bit of a meaningless post to the blog, but I felt like venting my frustration, so just deal with it.

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Well, here I sit, ensconced in my new setup down in Eastham, Cape Cod, MA.

It’s so lovely and quiet here right now…so much less pretentious than Wellesley. I love it so far. Although we’ll see how much room I have left once I put a bed in here.

And I have a lovely new 1080p plasma TV — Panasonic, good brand.

The big move is next Tuesday, but I’ve come down here early since my computer and TV are down here. And bravo to Comcast for doing a good job installing everything. No problems whatsoever, everything is working great so far.

Now — time to go out on my deck and watch the sunset with a root beer in hand.

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As of today, March 22nd, 2010, I have not had sex in nine years. Do I get an award?

It’s not that I’m ugly. Here’s a picture of me, judge for yourself. I am a little overweight, but that doesn’t seem to stop most people.

Mostly it stems from the fact that I never really leave the house. Due to loose screws in my head, I’m mostly housebound. So I just don’t get out and meet new people that much. That being said, I could have had sex in the past nine years. There have been numerous opportunities. And I could always, of course, have simply paid for it, but I think that’s sinking a bit low.

Do I miss it? To tell you the truth, not that damn much. Sex always seemed to complicate things for me. It turned friendships bad. It sometimes made me enemies. It’s not like I’m not attracted to women; far from it, I absolutely love to simply look at beautiful women, I really do.

My abstinence from sex also roughly coincides with the time I stopped drinking (for the most part; I still have a few drinks every once in a great while).

Why am I posting this? Why not? People are always talking about how they’ve had sex, so why can’t I talk about how I haven’t had sex?

What I do miss, however, is female companionship. I love having a woman I can talk to, relate to, be close to. Yeah, that part I miss. But the actual act itself, well, I don’t know, it always seemed highly overrated to me. Call me jaded, but I just don’t feel like I’m missing out on much.

I could make an effort, I suppose. I could get out and hit on women and try to sleep with them. But I just don’t seem to have the will to do it anymore. There was a point in my life, when I was say, seventeen or so, when all I thought about was sex. Now it barely even crosses my radar.

Am I totally weird for being like this? I don’t know, you tell me.

And do I get my virginity back now?

Oh well, now you know.

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