A thin line between dude and Dude? . .. and robotic dogs

Watching a fair bit of sports in my time and also just through observation of male behavior as a whole I have noticed that in some situations there are some innate mechanisms employed by fellows when dealing with other dudes to eliminate awkwardness. These are in no particular order:

Basketball teams like to link arms on the bench to show team support and unity. I was watching a game the other day when a team was down by 20 with 4 mins left in the game and the arms where still linked. Coach may have made it a rule our no one wants to be the guy who starts up the conversation . . . "so, uh we are going to loss yeah, maybe you can get your elbow off my groin and we can just watch the game normally now" I guess that is the guy lacking team spirit but in most cases guys just know down by ten points with less than 10 to go no arms locked.

At restaurants the ideal for two straight fellows out getting a bite to eat is a four seater. It is just known to not sit on the same side of the table and to also avoid sitting across from each other.

Movie theatres. With the bigger seats it is acceptable now to sit next to each other unless your guy buddy is a heavy breather than provide the buffer zone. The main thing here is the established cup/candy holder for each person is the one on the right side of the seat.

Eye contact. Pretty much guys avoid almost all eye contact in conversation with other guys. the less eye contact the more easy going the conversation can be.

Bathrooms. There are a series of guy codes for the washroom, I don't want to dive into to that sort of stuff though. Just remember the best washroom experience to have is one where no one else in the washroom knows you had one.

Black guys having a prayer circle at the end of a football game is cool, white guys a little preachy. I think it is great though when there is interracial football prayer circles at the end of the game, I find usually the white guys are not allowed to hold hands in the immediate circle and just float on the outside.

In a group of guy friends the fellow who has gone the longest without a lady gets first crack.

Your allowed to eat anything another guy puts out at his house until the last bit. It does not matter if you ate the whole bowl beforehand a guy needs permission to eat the last "BLANK".

I think more than females which seem to make groups of friends of comparable physical traits, guys seek out physical diversity in their groups. I know for me I avoid hanging out with other bald guys usually, if more than two balds are together it looks more like a cult meeting than a night out. The exception to this rule is club guys, they seem to try to look as identical as possible.

That is enough of those. I have been thinking lately about how I think I could have a pet if it was robotic. I have never been big on pets for a number of reasons not the least of which is dealing with them dying. A robot does not die they just break down, if it ran out on the street or I forgot to feed it it would just need a oil change or something. Still provide the companionship and exercises a regular pet would only none of the responsibility. Win, win. My robot dog will be called Mega-maximus Emerson the third, and hopefully it will be able to fly, cause how cool would that be to go to dog parks and say "fetch" and then have old Mega-maximus Emerson the third fly high into the sky like a rocket and get the ball or stick and just stay up there for a while. People would ask "how did you teach your dog to do that?" I would reply "science" and then give them a wink.

I am in a computer lab I always come to, I have come to this computer lab all through my undergrad years and still come here even though I don't need to and it is a bit of an in convenience actually. I think it helps me feel connected to the student body, plus I love the sound of key strokes and how intently people stare at their computer screens. I also love random laughter amongst the silence that must be due to a funny email or face book message. Oh the shenanigans.