If there's one thing you can count on in these Games, it's that there won't be any defections.

I have to applaud the (gay male) creators of this show/movie/cult phenomenon for coming up with something that does such a great job masterfully catering to female fantasies. Seriously, it is so well-crafted to appeal to women it's strange that no one came up with it before. The four women aren't characters insomuch as they are archetypes of the feminine early life crisis.

The main character manages, despite being very average-looking, to end up with a tall, handsome, successful, wealthy guy -- Mr. Right (or Big, I should say.) This appeals to the female fantasy of being a homely, ordinary woman who snags a much superior man far out of her range/league/class who satisfies all of her needs for a protector/provider. The Cinderella complex.

Then you have the most attractive woman -- which, by virtue of her being so, means she is the one most resented by the audience -- end up with the short, bald guy, thus simultaneously sending the message: "look how noble we women are -- we don't care about looks!" The Medusa complex.

Then there's the female character who satisfies the "have sex like a man without getting emotionally involved" fantasy that is the strongest and most complicated taboo to women: To lose inhibitions, go wild and feed the libidio in bachanalian lust and conquest, but without the icky slut/whore stigma attached to it. The Hester Prynne/double standard complex.

And lastly of course, there's the final character who satisfies the need to have a realistic character who actually acts sort of like a real woman in the real world. Too bad she's a bitchy redhead, though.

The fact that the show acts as a primer on premium, superficial living to shallow, shoes-and-handbagged-obsessed stupid bitches everywhere, proves that its gay writers know their market well: Simply write women as if they are gay men.

That's it. That's the formula. All women, deep down inside, just want to be the celebrity slobbering, high fashion obsessing, expensive wine drinking, home decorating loving, expensive shoes coordinating, cheesy music listening fantastically flaming faggots they all wish they could be.

Words fail me.

And so am I.

Spread the word, bitches.

Last November I saw Hardfloor for the first time. Been meaning to do that for about 10 years.

Uploaded a small video of them tweaking their 303s (they had three of them) on Youtube. Gander:

Server was being moved this week, and some things went kerfuggled.

If you're wondering what's been going on lately, I've recently acquired the entire series of Greatest American Hero.

So that's why there's no content.

In an effort to reach out to the greater internet and brand myself, I finally got a Youtube account.

First thing I did was upload my America music video. Youtube did an ass fuck job encoding it, but its there nonetheless. You can watch it here:

Any future movies or animations I make will be put on Youtube as well, because to hell with me hosting it. You can still see the original here, as it is still not on my server.

There. Myspace, check. Youtube, check. Next week: Facebook!