Positive Eugenics, AKA Making Geeks Get Laid

So this week was Darwin Week in our oh-so-beloved SLE (and also for some unexplained reason Baudelaire Week, but I refuse to go up against the mire that is Suzanne and Mark!logic), and we were reading Descent of Man. And of my god, I love this guy. I love him so so much. Not so much for his theory of natural selection and survival of the fittest and man being descended from lesser organisms, important and earth-shattering as those theories might have been/still are. But because this book is pure, unadulterated crack in natural science form. My IM conversations for the past several days have been a running commentary on the sheer WTF-ery that is Descent of Man.

Darwin: blah blah blah regression blah blah blah rudimentary structures blah blah blah comparable instinctive actions

Me: okay, I don't know a ton about biology but that makes sense I think

Darwin: goes on for pages and pages about something completely inconsequential, like monkey noses or male lactation (waaay too much about male lactation, thanks Darwin)

Me: *rolls eyes and skims pages*

Darwin: *easily distracted* cute animal stories! puppies! baby monkeys! Look, they act like people isn't it cute!!!!!

Me: *giggles*

Darwin: random inexplicable example of 19th century racism

Me: okay, seriously, who the fuck let this guy write his own book?

It was awesome reading, it really was. Or possibly it is just the drugs? I am taking a lot of drugs (for me anyway). At this point I'm starting to wonder if it actually is allergies, or if a) I'm coming down with that Mongolian Death Flu that's been going around everywhere all winter and just hit our dorm or b) my latent psychic abilities are manifesting, and I'm going to blow Stanford up. WITH MY BRAIN.

I'm going with b as the more plausible option, thus far.

This Was Before I Was a Slasher, Oddly Enough

So, a few years ago, back when I still watched television on, like, an actual physical tv, there were these commercials for one of those internet travel-booking sites, I think travelocity but possibly not. The premise of these commercials was that there was this (fictional) game show where contestants had to book a trip somewhere as quickly as possible; contestant A would be using the site being advertised while being distracted by small children, animals, cooking dinner, etc, while contestant B would be undistracted but only able to use the horribly outdated method of increasingly frantic phone calls. Surprise, surprise, contestant A always won, whatever.

But see, the thing is, I can distinctly remember having the tv on at one point, and seeing that ad, and the set up for that week's version of the ad was that contestant A was a guy with a new boyfriend distracting him by hanging all over him and trying to make out while he's booking this trip. 

I just remembered this, and it is driving me ABSOLUTELY CRAZY that I cannot figure out if this ad ever existed, or if it's just some of weird commercial hallucination on my part. WTF, brain?