I figure as I'm back in the thick of it, blogging that is, I figure I might as well start in on one of my favorite topics. Sex.
Granted this isn't about the sex I'm having but what others are will to do to get some.
I found this in my yard this morning.
Sorry it's such a crumby photo, it was with my phone.
Of the things i've found in my yard, which mainly consists of trash this has to be by far the most peculiar.
Imagine my surprise when I went out to this site to see if anyone on the interwebs had commented on my Witty Ramblings and finding that only two posts from a couple of weeks ago were out here. I have been using some M$ software for posting content directly to my site from my desktop. Clearly this isn't working so here I am just going about this the old fashioned way, via the site.
A lot has been going on lately but I think I'll just speak to the events that have occurred over the past couple of days. Today is my 3656th day of marriage. For those of you who aren't arithmetically inclined, Thursday was my second five year anniversary. Being the consummate planners we are the evening was spent with the Wife away at class and me eating Taco Bell. Nice, huh?
I'm not saying that I didn't do any planning, which I did, and only consisted of me searching the interwebs for what is the gift to be gifted on such an anniversary. In my searching I found out that there are two considerations for this event, the traditional gift of Tin or the modern gift of Diamonds. This was the point in my search at which I became so disallusioned with the entire premise that I chose to just give her a hand written card. Seriously, how does something morph from tin to diamond? Is actually making it ten years such an accomplishment in today's society that it warrants the gifting of an indestructable substance? What do you then celebrate at 25 years or 50 years or life span permitting, 60 years?
Parting thought…
Do you think that Steve Erwin proclaimed "Krikey" when he was run through by a sting ray barb?
Ok, I’ve just got to chime in on the whole Idaho Senator, Larry Craig thing. As I’m sure you’re all aware he recently plead guilty to lewd conduct in a bathroom at a local airport.
My first question is what’s the big deal? First off he hit on a cop who was under cover in a sting operation for this kind of conduct. Clearly this place was somewhere this type of activity had occurred in the past. Similar to some highway rest stops which I am almost positive are in your areas whether you know about them or not. Similar to that of Mr. George Michael who got busted in similar situation.
I spoke with some of my friends who are the gays and asked them how often in their lives had they legitimately hit on someone with expected results and found out they were a straight male. Between the two of them they accounted for a total of ZERO instances. That being said it sounds like he was in a situation where A) he thought it was that kind of place and B) Was relatively discretionary as to whom he might approach. What’s wrong with that?
Second point; at what point in our society are we expected to look up to politicians as moral compasses for our actions. Is that time now. If so, I’m moving to Canada. Seriously people, these guys are as fucked up in the head and in their habits as are you and I. Don’t deify these guys and you won’t be disappointed. Try looking up to role models in your life who aren’t corrupt and driven by the all powerful dollar of donations and lobbyists.
This just feels like a much ado about nothing to me. The guy was horny, clearly gay, which means his wife has the wrong plumbing to get his faucet really going. If anything he’s guilty of falling to societal tradition in that a gay male should live in privacy and shame if he is a gay male and wants to be a politician. His sexual orientation says nothing to his ability to be a good father or a good husband (sex excluded) which he may very well be. Why condemn the guy?
I"m paying for this fuckign site I might as well do some writing. so here it goes.
I could blather on about the trials and tribulations in my life which I"m sure you're all dying to catch up on. I'm not gonna go over that stuff tho, personally I'd rather watch glue dry. So I'll just write what's on my mind tonight.
The world is a funny place. Guys like Bob Sagat trying to reinvent themselves after 16 years of life on shows that were mainstays in American homes. I actually attempted to watch his special on HBO this weekend and found it unimpressive. His perpetual references to a comic with terrets were accurate.
Granted the guy may have been that crass prior to his stint on Full House and AFV, which is totally cool with me. But it just felt a little forced if you ask me.
Ok, I know this first post sucks the chrome off a bumber like any good $40 whore but that's not what I'm going for here so bear with me. Given time I"ll get back in my grove and this should get better.
i lost my post..
nevermind…
it was good too…
it's late..
i'm tired..
quick recap
dinner good
odd confrontation
worked a lot this week
didn't mind at all
tomorrow, red stone, brunch, father.
dinner tomorrow Sea Bass with coconut-curry sauce
Have a good night…
Tonight we're going to dinner with some friends to a Thai restaurant in St. Paul. True Thai Supposed to be pretty good, so we're pumped. Other than that there isn't much on the dockets for the weekend. Which in all honesty is pretty nice. It feels like we've been so freakin' busy over the past few weekends. Just getting some time to breath every once in a while is pretty nice.
I think the brief respite might actually be necessary due to the fact that on Sunday we are going to celebrate a belated birthday over brunch for my father, then after that off to see our friends' kids. I love, them and all, but sometimes that chaos just is too much for me.
This upcoming week is gonna be awesome tho. I have the Roots concert on Tuesday, I have a short work week, I have a Dr. appointment and dental cleaning on Thursday. I have this freakin' lump on my wrist that I believe may be a ganglian cyst but want to make sure. Then its my BIRFDAY on Friday. We're going out with friends that night to check out some local dive bar and listen to live music. Should be a pretty good time for all. I'll let all of the 1s of 2s of you out that that read this thing how the food at True Thai was. Maybe even take some photos.
Today I stayed home. I woke up and my throat hurt like HELL, and still does. Honestly, I would have loved a hookey day but right now there is just too much work to be done and I want to get it done. So, even though I'm off for the day I found myself sitting infront of the computer for well over 6 hours working on stuff.
I didn't spend my whole day infront of the computer though. I did watch a movie I had from NetFlix. Jesus Camp. I dont' think I've ever seen such a disturbing movie in my life. To hear the declaration of kids that they are going to chritian war makes my stomach churn just reading about it.
I could go on a rant about how the separation of church and state is one of the founding morals of this country and all. Or, how the far christian right scares the shit out of me. But more importantly it really bothers me that often these are the people to which chritianity is associated with. It just creeps me the fuck out.
Can anyone send me some sucrets?
I think it's the weed that makes me lazy. So, here I am on Wednesday after 4 hours of tattooing telling the internets about my weekend.
I'll just cut to the chase. Saturday may have been one of the funnest Saturdays that I have EVER had in my whole entire life.
We met some friends at Mayslack's in NE Minneapolis and saw The .357 String Band, which was OK. Wait, no they sucked.
Afterward we went to our friends' house to hang out, continue drinking and start smoking. Next think I knew it was 5:30 a.m. Even with daylight savings that is still a pretty late night in my book.
The Wife fulfilled one of her fantasies, I fulfilled one of mines. It was fun. Wait, no, it was GREAT. There's just something to be said about [CENSORED] that is so exciting.
I know you're dyin' to know… Well, write me and I'll tell you, or coment or sumpin'
my tattoo is gonna ROCK!
Ok, I admittedly like American Idol. I know, seriously. There is just something empowering about the ability to sit/lay on my couch and judge those that are significantly more talented than I could ever be. Critiques the like of "Oh, my God, would you look at his eybrows?" or "That 311 song was totally out of key, what are they talking about?"
The sad thing is that it seems to me that the show should already be narrowed down to two contestants, Lakisha Jones and Melinda Doolittle, who in my opinon are in a class all by themselves with respect to the other contestants.
But, then again it seems as if this is a popularity contest rather than a singing competition.
Go Lakisha and Melinda
It's been an incredibly long time since i've graced the internets with my prose. However, today I watched a documentary on Andrew Geller, mid-century beach house architect. The houses he created were beautiful and really wreak of the modernization that came from the efforts of Raymond Loewy, who is responsible for much of the current images we use today to difine products. Ranging from the United States Postal Service to Lucky Strike. Ironically, that the website devoted to his legacy is so devoid of things which he brought to the forefront of American design.
Couple that with the other documentary I watched this weekend on Henry Charles Bukowski Jr. , who in my opinion is one of the greatest American writers to ever live. His pointed, excessivly efficient writing style helped change the way America thought about writing and helped move the style away from that of the beatniks.
Geezus, this is starting to read like a history lesson. Ok, back to my point.
These men have forever changed the terrain on which we view society and spectacles through which we view. These men didn't set of on a path hellbent to change the world, they simply did what they loved and did it well. The both saw the world a little differently, minimally, space or stentences repurposed to meet thier needs as they saw fit.
How did they know to do that? What told them that was 'right' regardless of what thier piers told them.
I guess in our narrow narcisstic world we like to think that we can have that type of effect on others or the world around us. But do we? Is that an altruistic dream that still keeps us chugging along like the engine that could?
I don't know. Honestly, I don't want to know. Ignorance is bliss, karma is a mother fucker, and daylights saving is later this year.