Come Together

I'm confused. I'm at my daughters' Christmas singing recital. Sitting through 50 + performances by children of different Christmas carols and the like either on vocal or piano. Just finished listening to my eldest do a good job on Old Toy Trains. My youngest, in the second act will be getting Nuttin' for Christmas. However, based on the song list...well, nothing says Christmas like The Raiders March (Indiana Jones), Rocky Main Themese (Stallone, not Bullwinkle) and Bloody Well Right. On the last one, must admit that to hear a ten year old play Supertramp was a riot. As a Pagan listening to this show, good that these songs add some whatever keeps the kids practicing works. One tune struck me as particularly odd. One boy [Read more...]

Good Morning, Mr. Woods

I awake, this morning, to pornography. Not really on purpose. Lil' ole me rolls over, turns on my phone and wanders on to Twitter. First Tweet I find includes a pic., I have no problem with porn. It does serve a purpose...sometimes erotic, sometimes instructional, sometimes gets the creative juices flowing...amongst other juices. This particular photo, however, quickly had added significance when I found out it was her. Not only does the photo have my mind screaming "I want that!", but my mind also starts wishing I could have snapped that one. And yes, dare I say, I have snapped pics along those lines. Modeled in them, even. I only share with permission, the photo truth isn't out there, generally. Especially the [Read more...]

For Now…

More snow drifting to the if we haven't had enough. Watching it filter its way to the ground. Flittering here, flittering there, a dance until it meets the ground. How many Whos die everytime a snowflake hits the ground? Imagine the devastation were that our galaxy...slowly dropping to the end. "A person's a person no matter how small..." - Seuss Is that what the Mayans saw coming for 2012? For the record, I suspect the guy who carved the Mayan calendar got tired...and thought it would be funny to see the paranoia that and 'end' to his art would cause. After all, every ending is a beginning for something else. The modern way...we end a relationship only to end up crawling into bed with someone else that feels [Read more...]


Tonight there is a craving. A craving to please a goddess. To bring her to that point... You know that point... Where the first orgasm is the stuff legends are made of and ballads are written about. The type that sends her into screaming pleasurable convulsions that sends shivers down every woman's spine in a two kilometre radius as they sense it. The type of orgasm that she will probably be thankful she is already lying down as, if she isn't, she'll be on the floor shortly drooling. The type of orgasm that, three months later, she still has trouble walking. The type of orgasm that she will have to bite her tongue when her daughter mentions her granddaughter didn't come home until morning...biting her tongue not top avoid scolding, [Read more...]

Cancer Man

Almost went an entire day without a post...what's up with that? My mood has been a bit odd today...a good mood, but different than my norm.  Outside of shoveling snow, I was lucky to get anything done at all after getting home today...came damned close to letting the Doberman do his business in the kitchen for lack of want to let him out. This is not unusual...not often I get this lackadaisical mood, but on occasion...the dude says as he eats bacon off a tiny plate with no side dishes...well, may make popcorn and watch another X-File episode later. A bit interesting as I am about half way into season four of the X-Files...let's call it the heart of the series.  The writing was brilliant at this point...and very funny.  One thing the [Read more...]

Whoops…I Should Have Stayed Home

It's beginning to look a lot like a snow in...but not today. We got a good dumping, but not that much. I'm sitting here in my idling car waiting for things to melt. Have to give it a few minutes to get the oil going, but I'm also being lazy about brushing off...partially because I'm not sure where my brush is. Besides, after two days at the Christmas tree farm, I don't want to wear boots today. My ankles feel like the Doberman was gnawing on them all night. I'm starting late this morning. Decided with this snow that I would wait until the traffic rush had ended...luckily, I only have a couple of afternoon appointments. Confused by my Twitter friends this morning, but that's hardly new. Between wishful thinking that I try to avoid and my [Read more...]

Christmas Trees

Spent a day working in the parking lot at a Christmas tree farm today. In essence, parking cars and avoiding grid lock as best we can. By 'we' there were five of us spread across three parking lots (aka lawns) at the farm. Only got sworn at once as I had a yahoo decide that I shouldn't tap his fucking car...too which I responded, with all due respect, had he checked his mirrors I would not have had to. An interesting expose, that is for certain. You can tell the city-folk in that they always forget something...saw...perhaps twine...gloves. Plus a few who have an attitude about those they see as country bumpkins, like said buddy who is anti-mirror. Then there are the country folk. They might drive a truck or SUV, but it isn't over [Read more...]