Old Dog

Happy birthday my friend!

I think the 'mate has a $13 atm fee...

I agree with you on Blindness... the story itself was good, but it was one of those books that drove me absolutely crazy with the style. I was hoping that it was an homage to the story... the lack of punctuation and sentence/paragraph/chapter structure seeming to blindly go without stop. Nope. The sequel, "Seeing" is written in the same style. He may have been a creative genius in his storytelling, but I will never touch another Saramago book just because of the structure.

I hope you are having better luck with that than me... it is just not grabbing me. Of course if I was reading over your shoulder I might get a little more... who am I kidding... I would be staring at your boobs. As for book prizes, success doesn't equate with readable. The Man Booker Prize winning "The Gathering" and "Wolf Hall" were probably two of the WORST reads of the last millennium. Combine that with Jose Saramago's "Blindness" getting the Nobel prize for literature... eeek.

I think I have given at least 4 copies of Lamb away to friends... it was that good!!! I read the Curious Incident... was debating A Spot of Bother... I will wait for your fulsome review! My new passion? Ian Rankin, and his Inspector Rebus series. Edinburgh detective, crusty as hell, drinks a bit too much, smokes more than he should, rubs his bosses the wrong way. Love the guy and Rankin sets the stage perfectly... OHHHHH... and best of all, Rankin has Rebus as an SP friendly detective!!! Great series for a quick read? Alan Bradley, a Canadian author from Cobourg has introduced a series of books set in 1950 in England. The protagonist is an 11 year old girl named Flavia de Luce... like Harry Potter it is fun for all ages! Titles are: The Sweetness at the Bottom of the Pie, The Weed that Strings the Hangman's Bag and A Red Herring Without the Mustard... I highly recommend!

.... hmmmm... what if the robe was red? I mean gold and blue are generally safe but red, geez... that would be a relationship ender right there... (pardon the trekkie lore...)

Saw this last night on Jimmy Kimmel... unbelievable number of guest stars...

One has to assume that these free range breast milk providers are feral women wandering in pastures.... you will notice this donor being fed with confections to sweeten her milk...

For me, it's all about chemistry. It's nothing that can be anticipated, manufactured or faked. It's there or it's not. One the reasons that CERB is so important to so many people is that you can build a bond of sorts with the provider prior to any encounter. You can do that by watching what they say in threads, the way they advertise themselves or by the nature of the PMs. All the people that I know here become all the more special in person - it's tangible chemistry. At the session? It's about fulfilling that bond. Playful talk. Lingering touches. Kisses that are teasing, tasty and tantalizing... passion and play. Just a thought...

Here's a tip for the occasion when you are coming to see a particular dancer (assuming you know her) - When you first arrive, make a beeline for the bar. Order your manly drink, a girly drink and a bottle of water. Go to an unoccupied table. Pull out the chair that you don't intend to sit on, angle it to accommodate another person. Set the girly drink and the bottle of water on the table in front of that spot. Open the bottle of water. Move to your chair, sit down and have a sip of your drink. Without words you have indicated that you have company (or at least you expect company soon) and that an approach by another will probably not yield results. Failing the above, polite conversation always works. I don't think I have ever been offended or offered offense when approached. I will generally tell the dancer from the beginning that they are welcome to join me but my true intention is to spend my time with someone else. That way, if she wants to continue to work her charms she can and perhaps plant the seed of interest. If she sees a dead end, she can move on. No one gets hurt, no one gets mad and no one is frustrated.

Hmmmmm... I guess you would be obliged to get two scoops...

awwww thanks hun!!!!!!!!!!!!!! xoxoxox

.... which explains a lot of things. The way I yawn, my wayward glance, my strange new gait... and that craving for ummmm... BRAaaaINnnnnNNNNsssZ!!!!!!!

... damn all this smoldering lady flesh intertwined and ... and... and... oh. That's better. Continue.

That was brilliant!!!!!!!!

No doubts here.

Panic at the Disco - Build God, Then we'll Talk It's these substandard motels on the (lalalalala) corner of 4th and Fremont Street. Appealing only because they are just that un-appealing Any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering. The rooms have a hint of asbestos and maybe just a dash of formaldehyde, And the habit of decomposing right before your very (lalalala) eyes. Along with the people inside What a wonderful caricature of intimacy Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy Tonight tenants range from: a lawyer and a virgin Rising with a rosary tucked inside her lingerie She's getting a job at the firm come Monday. The Mrs. will stay wisay to the the cheating attorney moonlighting aside, she really needs his money. A wonderful caricature of intimacy. Yeah (Yeah) And not to mention, the constable, and his proposition, for that "virgin" Yes, the one the lawyer met with on "strictly business" as he said to the Mrs., only hours before, after he had left, she was fixing her face in a compact. There was a terrible crash (There was a terrible crash) Between her and the badge She spilled her purse and her bag, and held a "purse" of a different kind. Along with the people inside What a wonderful caricature of intimacy Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy There are no raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses. It's sleeping with the roaches and taking best guesses So shed off the sheets and before all the stains And a few more of your least favorite things. Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses It's sleeping with the roaches and taking best guesses So shed off the sheets and before all the stains And a few more of your least favorite things. Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy Inside, what a wonderful caricature of intimacy Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses It's sleeping with the roaches and taking best guesses So shed off the sheets and before all the stains And a few more of your least favorite things. Raindrops on roses and the girls in white dresses And sleeping with the roaches and taking best guesses At the shade of the sheets and before all the stains And a few more of your least favorite things.

Roxanne - The Police, released April 7th 1978 Roxanne you don't have to put on the red light those days are over you don't have to sell you body to the night Roxanne you don't have to wear that dress tonight walk the streets for money you don't care if it's wrong or if it's right Roxanne You don't have to put on the red light I loved you since I knew you I wouldn't talk down to you I have to tell you just how I feel I won't share you with another boy I know my mind is made up so put away your makeup told you once I won't tell you again It's a bad way Roxanne you don't have to put on the red light Roxanne you don't have to put on the red light

Released on Broadway December 8, 1930 Best Version by Ella Fitzgerald 1945 When the only sound in the empty street is the heavy tread of the heavy feet that belong to a lonesome cop I open shop When the moon so long has been gazing down on the wayward ways of this wayward town her smile becomes a smirk, I go to work Love for sale appetizing young love for sale love thats fresh and still unspoiled love thats only slightly soiled love for sale who will buy who would like to sample my supply who's prepared to pay the price for a trip to paradise love for sale let the poets pipe of love in their childish ways I know every type of love better far than they if you want the thrill of love I've been through the mill of love old love new love every love but true love love for sale appetizing young love for sale if you want to buy my wares follow me and climb the stairs love for sale http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ll1Z-Z9anpU

Been there. Done that. No light. No tunnels. No unicorns, rainbows, Gummi bears, angels, demons or Nordic goddess with metal brassieres. In fact, no memories at all. I was here, then gone, then back again. One thing I can say... it was everything and nothingness. A great black void. I think because of that I really don't fear death itself. From my experience, because it lacked all the Biblical tales of torment or rapture, I saw it as just a release. Think of it this way - you have no memory of life before you were born, why then would you have any memory of life after death? You exist in a specific time and place, before and after are only relevant to those peripheral to your lifetime. People "live on" because of the impact they have on other people's lives. If a legacy can be left, I think that is the most endearing thing imaginable. Your "afterlife" is that memory bank in the grey matter of others. Having been technically dead, I can say that we really don't fear death itself. The rational fears then are obviously "not living" and the act of dying. "Not living" is an egocentric fear based solely on self importance, and it is perfectly normal and acceptable. You want to spend more time with family and friends, make a bigger difference in the world or act in a self indulgent manner. "I want to see Scotland before I die.""I want to sleep with the cast of Cats.""I want to visit my family in Bangladesh."" I want to save feral rabbits.""I need to say I love you one more time." All of this to say, "I want more time." At the same time, what we fear more than death itself is dying. I was lucky. I didn't even know I was dead. The doctor said that I was gone for a short while, and it happened when I was unconscious anyhow. Some are taken slowly and are given the opportunity to say their goodbyes, but in the trade off they suffer. Others go in the blink of an eye and we regret that we never had that chance to say goodbye. Just a little insight from a former dead guy....

You know when you sing that song and look at Cindy's avatar, I swear you can see the Golden Arches ... with nipples!

It truly is disturbing. We can debate all we want about terminology and attitudes, but there are some truly frightening opinions out there. We constantly decry the fundamentalists in "other" parts of the world for their draconian ways and misogynist views, but we need look no further than our neighbour's yard (and sometimes our own) to truly find "that" kind of intolerance.

You thought you could sneak one past us and not tell.... but I know.... Happpppppy burfday gorgeous!!! and one for you!!!

Leading the conversation back to choice... here is a disturbing bill that was introduced in Georgia: Proposed Georgia Law: Death Penalty for Abortions ...AND MISCARRIAGES, TOO, MAYBE http://www.newser.com/story/112773/georgia-state-rep-bobby-franklin-wants-to-make-miscarriages-abortions-punishable-by-death.html ... and included in the article is another motion by a Nebraska state senator that would make it legal to kill an abortion doctor.... scary stuff http://www.newser.com/story/112787/now-nebraska-could-make-killing-abortion-docs-legal.html

Limericks??? did someone say limericks?????