Following on from the rampant, run-away success of last week’s column, I now bring you three more fresh and exciting problems for me to sink my teeth into. Only this week there’s a twist — I’ve invited the eccentric Mr. Apron to also offer his… alternative… point of view on the questions I’ve been sent this week. There’s a chance he’ll get his own column here on this blog, but let’s see how this goes first…
Can I ever compare to Katee Sackhoff? She’s so hot. Maybe I should just give up and hand my boyfriend over to her now. Of course I probably make better cakes than her, but I think he’d probably still be happier with her.
Please lavish me with your opinions o’ great geek,
Apollo’s Dad Is Sexier
Well the good news is that Katee — Starbuck from Battlestar Galactica — isn’t conventionally beautiful. There’s certainly something about her though — that rough, craggy exterior that only occasionally breaks open to reveal a soft, supple interior; much like an armadillo, really. By the end of the final season of BSG she also has an attractive element of mystery — what is she?! — something, let’s face it, you can probably never compete with.
My tip to you, like most style gurus, is to accentuate on your strong traits. If your hair is ruddy blonde — bleach it! Heck, even if it’s not, bleach it anyway! If there’s something about you that your boyfriend really likes, work it! If he likes the dirty, greasy, raw look — who are you to deny him that pleasure? If all else fails: the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach. Smother him in baked goods, spread yourself eagled on the bed, covered in nothing but crumbled pieces of meringue and Chantilly cream.
For further advice, please send me a large slab of chocolate brownie.
Dear Katee Wannabee,
I must not watch enough television– I had no idea who this bitch was. I had to Google Images her and was disappointed to see that, even with the SafeSearch filter turned off, there were no money shots anywhere. I disagree with Sebastian on the matter of her beauty, intrinsic or otherwise. Am I the only one who’s noticed that her left eye is all weird?
Then again, Wannabee, I guess your boyfriend isn’t spending too much time staring at her left eye.
Can you ever compete with her? No. Can you bash her in the leg with a lead pipe? Well, it worked for Tonya Harding, but I wouldn’t recommend it. Look, seriously, all you can do is put out more. Five, six times a day if you have to. Sure, your boyfriend will be thinking about Katee Sackhoff each and every time, but at least you’ll be keeping him busy and off Google Image with the SafeSearch filter off.
I disagree with Seb also, (sorry, mate) that you should alter your appearance by bleaching your hair to satisfy your schmuck boyfriend but, if you do decide to do that, I think you should then shave it all off and mail it to Katee Sackhoff. That’ll teach her to be sexy.
Feel free to mail me brownies or whatever, too.
Dear Dr Sebby!!!
How the hell do I get an audio player to work on my blog? I think it involves converting MP4 files (like I know what that is) to MP3 (which sounds slightly familiar).
Or I need to know the “location” to something? Basically I want to play 99 red balloons on my blog and I don’t know how!!!
HELP ME NOW PLEASE!!
- Distressed Blogger
[I stripped out lots of punctuation, but I felt the three exclamations and ALL CAPS had to be left in -S]
I assume you mean the, um, German classic by Nena? I’m not sure how I feel about helping you spread German propaganda, and I’m sure my counterpart Apron will have something to say about that too. Fortunately, I will see past any prejudices I might have and fulfil my Hippocratic oath.
- It sounds like you need to start by converting the MP4s to MP3 by using a program. There’s a guide on how to use it, but it looks fairly self-explanatory: drag music in, click convert, enjoy your new MP3s.
- Next, you need to upload them to the Internet. This is slightly trickier. Start by registering at DivShare and then following the prompts to upload your MP3 files. When you’re done, you should have a link across the top of your browser window — you can either use this direct link in your MP3 player of choice, or click the link, then ‘Embed/Sharing Options’, and use their MP3 player (it’s up to you).
- If you decide to use your own MP3 player (which it sounds like you already have set up?), you then place the above link (http://www.divshare.com/download/something-123.mp3) into the embed code, and voila!
(If you have no idea what ‘embed code’ I speak of, there’s a great YouTube video that’ll walk you through the entire process, if you can put up with some kind of hideous English/Indian/Chav/Something?? accent.)
I’m so sorry to hear that you’re having issues with playing music on your blog. What a serious bummer.
Here’s a thought: instead of trying to snazz your blog up with music to distract your visitors’ attention from the fact that you have no meaningful content, why don’t you try to focus all the energy you’ve exhausted trying to figure out how to set up an MP3 player on your blog and put some of that effort into the actual writing?!
Now there’s a novel idea, isn’t it? A blog with words. That people read. If people want to hear music, they’ll open Pandora [We can't use this in Europe any more, very sad -S] in a different window and listen to music while they read your blog. If you want to share the music you love so much with the rest of the world, make us mix tapes, you hopeless romantic, you.
Your blog is also probably rife with exciting graphics and YouTube clips and pictures of cats wearing stupid hats saying “I Can Has Cheezburger?” isn’t it?
I have a bit of a tricky one for you, one that I think might not have a right answer, but I’ll give your ‘Ask Me Anything’ a shot!
I’m in love with my brother’s girlfriend, or at least I think it is love. She’s 3 years older than me, but that hasn’t changed matters. I don’t think my brother knows, but he must be at least somewhat suspicious. I guess he just trusts us enough that he hasn’t entertained the thought of his girlfriend and me flirting.
But yeah, the problem is: she also likes me. We kissed last week, in the living room! Stupid, I know, and my brother came in after we’d finished. We both had the most telling, embarrassed faces. I don’t know how long we can keep it up. Should we elope to Vegas? Haha. His girlfriend has told me she really likes me, but she’s not sure who she likes more… Aaaargh!
Help me, Sir Seb!
In Love And Confused, USA
There’s definitely no easy solution to this one, sorry. It happens to us all: we fall for the forbidden fruit, the fruit that’s all the more ripe and tasty because someone else has already picked it. It’s like someone has already certified the fruit ‘highly tasty’ and you just gotta have a bite. It’s more commonly seen amongst adults as the ‘wedding ring’ syndrome — married men especially get chased a lot by women seeking a nice man!
Your situation is all the more complicated because it sounds like you’re still living at home, so your brother’s girlfriend is always about the place — no doubt you’ve caught her in pyjamas or other revealing clothing too…?
But to the resolution: first, you should try and forget all about her. Your brother got there first and she says she likes him. That’s the obvious solution. Without knowing the details of your brother’s relationship, it’s hard to say whether you should chase or let go of the girl — if she’s not happy with your brother, or your brother mistreats her… perhaps it’s worth chasing? You’re both young, and if you really love her, go for it! Unless this girl is the love of his life, of course, in which case, forget it.
No matter which route you take, you will have to talk to your brother sooner or later — preferably before he actually catches you doing something dishonourable, so you should probably start with that!
Dear In Love (Though Probably Not),
I’d love to know how old you are. From the tone of your letter, I’m guessing you’re fourteen. Son, you have to be old enough to drive before you can “elope to Vegas” and then you have to be old enough to get married. As far as I know, the only people in America who can get married at 14 are the Amish, and they have enough problems.
Sebastian, I can’t believe you’re advising this kid to talk to his brother about this– what’s wrong with you? [Sorry, call it my 'inner belief in all things good and proper'... -S] First of all, Americans don’t “talk” to each other, about anything. They text each other. Second of all, this kid’s older brother is probably some square-jawed, Neanderthal, knuckle-dragging high school senior who will bury his hockey stick inside this kid’s head at the mere mention that he’s got the hots for his girlfriend.
I’ll bet she is pretty fucking hot, though, isn’t she? Tank-tops, little shorts all rolled up at the waist, too, I’ll bet. Mmmmm…
Which brings me quite neatly to the solution to your little problem: it’s this crazy new thing all the teens are doing these days. It’s called: masturbation. See, friend, you don’t have to fuck every chick you think is attractive, especially the one who happens to be attached to your brother’s midsection. You think she’s hot? Great. Jerk off while thinking about her.
P.S. Don’t you love how Sebastian and his fellow Brits write “dishonourable” and “pyjamas?” Cute!
And that wraps up volume 2! Thanks again to the angry Apron (though he insists he’s not angry, just ‘energetically bitter’) for his interesting and… insightful point of view. If you have a problem, or question or anything that you want to ask, use this anonymous form. Oh, and if Apron intimidates you, just say so, and I won’t let him answer your question!