The Human Male in Their Natural Habitat

I went on an expedition yesterday. 

I observed two human males in their natural habitat. I took notes of this adventure, documenting my research, and even tried to communicate with the creatures.

This is not the first time amongst the creatures. Once I was able to get exclusive video coverage of the human males expressing themselves through music. While their coordination seems to rival that of the female species when it comes to hand held objects, their language is still confusing.

Yesterday was no exception.

These are my notes (Tweets):

12:46pm - Matt and Josh are arguing over the "math" in regards to a videogame on the DS. I'm tempted to transcribe their conversation in twitter.


12:48pm - It's amazing how vulgar the conversation goes when videogame frustration sets in.


12:49pm - They're playing pokemon . . . by the way.

I tried to communicate to the dominant Alpha male...

Me: Are you guys still playing Pokemon?
Matt: Shut up, Jessica! 

I have broken their concentration.

12:53pm - The physics of medieval sex toys? Apparently a completely normal side conversation. 


12:55pm - I could be naked right now and neither would notice. It's like highschool all over again. Except now we're all fat.

They attempted to communicate with me...

Josh: Don't get between a man and his pokemon. 
Matt: Yeah, go click your stupid clicky!

After some translation, I've discovered he meant my computer. I'm taking down notes to remind myself that when under stress and frustration, the male of the species loses much of his verbal communication. But he is still ever watchful...

Matt: Are you blogging this!?!?

1:01pm - My cover has been blown! Luckily, my subjects are easily distracted by moving pixels. 


1:21pm - The human males have not accepted me into their herd. I clearly do not speak their language. My failure to understand has frustrated them.

I tried to make physical contact. That was when they turned on me.

1:56pm - Warning: If you stick a pen in your husbands butt crack when he bends over, he will try to write "This is what happens" on your neck with said pen.