So it’s Saturday night and I’m watching dubbed anime on Cartoon Network. What a cool cat. And I spent most of the day at a ham radio convention. My boss asked me if I hang out with the same guys all the time and I guess the answer is yes. Doesn’t everyone?

Oh, and I spent a bunch of time answering nonsensical questions on okcupid.com. How many matches did I get? NONE.

OK, so when I did speed dating, I got one half-hearted, “I’d be friends with him if I had to,” reply. Sixteen people and no one wanted to talk to me again. Well, my friend Matthew went and he got TWENTY-ONE HITS. He looks a little like Shaq, but he’s only 6′ or so and not as stupid, so he’s not a bad looking guy. Of course, he has his quirks as we all do, but that just makes it fun to talk to him.

I don’t know what to say other than Asian dudes can’t get any play in this town. Japanese-American dudes can’t get play anywhere except maybe Hawaii, and even there I think you have to have been born there.

Oh, and Megan wants me to take a survey of how long it should take between smooching and humping. She thinks six weeks is too long and is worried about, well, her brother. I don’t know how I’d conduct such a survey and also (almost) feel bad about taking crap about her brother (but I’m a troublemaker at heart.)

Six weeks. Sheesh. Dude is almost 42, not 14.