Archives for May 2007
Abe’s great triumph
I like the newspaper, I really do. I’m a Journal fan at heart, but I take what I can get - except on Saturday’s; I’m sorry but the Weekend Edition just doesn’t cut it.
Seeing as how I am an elitist liberal crybaby, and I disagree that “Expressions like ’stormed’ and ‘killing civilians’ are not […]
nudity
I know exactly two people that look better naked. Everybody else I’ve ever met undoubtedly looks significantly better clothed. I, without hesitation or uncertainty, fall into the latter category.
It’s probably fairly safe to say that 99% of the world is far more attractive when covered. It’s also probably fairly safe to say […]
twisted, cruel, and easily amused
I met quite a few new people at a friend’s concert the other day, one of which seemed to take a particular interest in me. I’m not sure I’d normally think something like that (who am I kidding, of course I would), but if someone buys you a drink because “I’m sure you’ll provide […]
pretty girls
Pretty girls are scary, and I think most average guys out there will agree with me. The movie 100 Girls sums it up far better than I can:
“…when you’re a guy talking to a girl like that, you’re going for all the marbles. I mean, she’s the superbowl of women, and you know […]
dead to live - part I
I’ve been sitting at my window for many days looking to the distant hills for things that strike my fancy. Usually the subtle movement of something colorful catches the interest of my eye, and I always end up wishing I could be closer. I always feel as some majesty is missed in distance; […]
trumpets, faces, and a perfectly symmetrical tree
I spend a lot of time walking around my neighborhood these days. Every now and then I’ll find some place particularly pretty and stand there for a while, watching the world pass by. The other day I found a tree that struck my fancy; maybe it was the peculiar symmetry of the outgrowth, […]
canugue-alicious
I wanted to write something really dirty tonight; something sensual and sexy and wonderfully erotic. I know for a fact though that my mother sometimes reads what I write here, so I expended that creative energy on a musical piece instead.
It’s a cross between a fugue and a canon. For those of you […]
things I’d rather be doing
I’m sitting here on my bed (best, worst, only seat in the house; literally), having just finished my work for the evening. I’m exhausted, frustrated, anxious, sad, and in general dreading any attempt at sleep. So, here are some things I’d rather be doing right about now:
- Eating greasy cow smothered in melted […]