Well, another year has passed and I'm single again. This was a long time coming, and I tried everything I could to stop it from happening... but that's like standing on the tracks in hope of stopping a train. I know we both made the right decision, but that doesn't seem to fill the emptiness inside...

The Rental Car Rally is almost upon us. I have the whole weekend planned out, including a Vegas stop on Sunday night.

I spend about 4 hours doing the decals for the car. My tools are my printer and an exacto-knife as well as a blank roll of vinly. Which means making a lot of templates, cutting out over them, then applying the vinyl (an art of its own).

The nose of the lotus is practically impossible to wrap at all, let alone successfully. I've decided against trying to make the entire nose black as I don't have the hundreds of hours it would be required to wrap the whole theing. Instead, I'm wrapping the top portion of the nose, along with a number right down the middle. The front can stay yellow. I'm trying to keep the car accurate to the Speed Racer movie, but since I don't have the Number Nine's nose cone anyway, I don't think a bit of yellow right up front will make a difference.

My girlfriend will be working on the costumes on friday to bring them up to standard. I'm using a racng head sock as a basis for a cap/hood for my head. The result should be sweet.

... because a little bit of Nigel is never enough...

This IS my happy face. Now hand over the raisins.


With this cuteness, I will take over the world.

Some more photos from the calendar photoshoot. Enjoy!

I'm outraged at the Miss America Pageant. Not because Miss California lost due to her views on gay marriage (an inappropriate question to ask in a pageant) but because a judge then openly called her a b*tch.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nX8CYgPfPzY

I'm contemplating getting a Chinchilla. I will have to figure out what room he can reside in, as my room gets pretty hot in the summer and I'm not inclined to run the AC all day. Will have to talk this over with the landlord.

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What am I doing wrong?


Okay, I'm tired of beating around the bush. I'm a beautiful
(spectacularly beautiful) 25 year old girl. I'm articulate and classy.
I'm not from New York. I'm looking to get married to a guy who makes at
least half a million a year. I know how that sounds, but keep in mind
that a million a year is middle class in New York City, so I don't think
I'm overreaching at all.

Are there any guys who make 500K or more on this board? Any wives? Could
you send me some tips? I dated a business man who makes average around
200 - 250. But that's where I seem to hit a roadblock. 250,000 won't get
me to central park west. I know a woman in my yoga class who was married
to an investment banker and lives in Tribeca, and she's not as pretty as
I am, nor is she a great genius. So what is she doing right? How do I
get to her level?

Here are my questions specifically:

- Where do you single rich men hang out? Give me specifics- bars,
restaurants, gyms

-What are you looking for in a mate? Be honest guys, you won't hurt my
feelings

-Is there an age range I should be targeting (I'm 25)?

- Why are some of the women living lavish lifestyles on the upper east
side so plain? I've seen really 'plain jane' boring types who have
nothing to offer married to incredibly wealthy guys. I've seen drop dead
gorgeous girls in singles bars in the east village. What's the story
there?

- Jobs I should look out for? Everyone knows - lawyer, investment
banker, doctor. How much do those guys really make? And where do they
hang out? Where do the hedge fund guys hang out?

- How you decide marriage vs. just a girlfriend? I am looking for
MARRIAGE ONLY

Please hold your insults - I'm putting myself out there in an honest
way. Most beautiful women are superficial; at least I'm being up front
about it. I wouldn't be searching for these kind of guys if I wasn't
able to match them - in looks, culture, sophistication, and keeping a
nice home and hearth.

* it's NOT ok to contact this poster with services or
other commercial interests

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THE ANSWER
Dear Pers-431649184:
I read your posting with great interest and have thought meaningfully
about your dilemma. I offer the following analysis of your predicament.
Firstly, I'm not wasting your time, I qualify as a guy who fits your
bill; that is I make more than $500K per year. That said here's how I
see it.

Your offer, from the prospective of a guy like me, is plain and simple a
cr@ppy business deal. Here's why. Cutting through all the B.S., what you
suggest is a simple trade: you bring your looks to the party and I bring
my money. Fine, simple. But here's the rub, your looks will fade and my
money will likely continue into perpetuity...in fact, it is very likely
that my income increases but it is an absolute certainty that you won't
be getting any more beautiful!

So, in economic terms you are a depreciating asset and I am an earning
asset. Not only are you a depreciating asset, your depreciation
accelerates! Let me explain, you're 25 now and will likely stay pretty
hot for the next 5 years, but less so each year. Then the fade begins in
earnest. By 35 stick a fork in you!

So in Wall Street terms, we would call you a trading position, not a buy
and hold...hence the rub...marriage. It doesn't make good business sense
to "buy you" (which is what you're asking) so I'd rather lease. In case
you think I'm being cruel, I would say the following. If my money were
to go away, so would you, so when your beauty fades I need an out. It's
as simple as that. So a deal that makes sense is dating, not marriage.

Separately, I was taught early in my career about efficient markets. So,
I wonder why a girl as "articulate, classy and spectacularly beautiful"
as you has been unable to find your sugar daddy. I find it hard to
believe that if you are as gorgeous as you say you are that the $500K
hasn't found you, if not only for a tryout.

By the way, you could always find a way to make your own money and then
we wouldn't need to have this difficult conversation.

With all that said, I must say you're going about it the right way.
Classic "pump and dump."
I hope this is helpful, and if you want to enter into some sort of
lease, let me know.

Appearently a doctor made up a condition called "cello scrotum", the irritation of the ballsack caused in a cellist that pressed their instrument too close.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/health/7853564.stm

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