So let’s see if we can make this little easier. I began using Mac dictate to start writing blog posts tweets lists etc. just to see if I can get inhabited dictating him and trying to account for my extreme lack of typing skills.

So far, things are working out pretty well. With the exception of having a think about what I’m going to say before really say it, things get right on through.

I would like to thank Moon spun for all of her kind words over the last few weeks and in her blog about myself and cycle movie in which delete backspace to it it it it it it it it okay

What’s been on around here is our Lady of perpetual motion has been in Florida since the end of October which leaves PM and I went out childcare which means that I go back working on my own nights and, PM and I rarely get to see each other. This is going on at the same time I’m trying to launch a new handicraft business. It makes it very hard to do woodworking basement when I’m watching a small child upstairs. But things are things in she is such a big help to us that it undo him that if Tom but if it’s an acceptable reward for her tubulin in Florida for the month at times she does couple times the of the year.

as it sits right now about throwing to Thanksgiving and ongoing holiday hell for us retail folks I would choose getting a little stressful but it will all work out fine in the away.

Using this new technology new new to me anyway, since kind of interesting perhaps they will be able to post more often.

Until then, love and kisses from the gutter speech. Stop listening no don’t listen anymore

I felt the audiophile CD. But it wasn’t warm. It was a silicone tit, not the real thing. Real boobs sag. The girls think we hate this. Along with stretchmarks and that roll of fat around their middle. Whereas this makes girls real. They’re built with a higher percentage of body fat. They’re made to give birth, to nurture. Who’d want to sleep with a ten year old boy? A STARVING ten year old boy?

A woman built for the media orders a salad and picks at it. A real woman savors her food, she evidences sensuality. Something that’s hard to see, but all men pick up on. The same way it’s hard to quantify why vinyl sounds so much better than CDs. You just FEEL IT!

From Bob Lefsetz, a cranky old A&R/Music industry guy.

He sums up something I’ve been saying for years. Yeah, I know I’m not the only one. But, it’s something that’s been on my mind alot since a conversation at work last week. One of my coworkers is in his late 20’s – and has never had a girlfriend. Here’s the deal – he’s more bear than Brad, if you catch my drift. Yet, if a woman is more the 5′5″ and 120lbs – she’s “unattractive”, and would never do. IMNSHO, he has reduced the field of possible applicants for the position of girlfriend to less than one percent, because of his buy-in to the media’s ridiculous female image. First up, there the problem of finding a breathing human who actually looks like that – when the “models” don’t even. They’re made up, strapped in, taped up and photoshopped beyond belief. They have surgery, injections, eating disorders. They are made, not grown. Add to that that that type of superficial female human will generally have the same falsified “ideal man”, and the shaggy haired, bearded 5′10″ 250 pound guy has a negligible chance of ever meeting MS. Right.

When I mentioned that, his response was, “Oh, so I should just settle for someone who doesn’t meet my standards, then.” No, dude – your standards are unrealistic. Examine them and adjust them to the real world – or follow the road of plastic surgery, extreme dieting and move to where the “pretty people” live. Change yourself one way or the other.

I told him that some of the coolest chicks in the world hang out at Renn Faires – and his response was those chicks are all fat and scary. Yep some women at Faire are definately obese. Some horrendously so. Most are not. And if by scary, you mean unafraid to be themselves, to assert themselves, to be interested in more than soap operas, hair salons and keeping house, yep.

Bah. Fuck drag racing. I’ll stick to rally racing. Curves, hills, valleys and interesting scenery along the way. The journey becomes the destination – and the long winding road is the best way to get there.

We still haven’t heard anything about Psycho Momia’s ride. But we have mostly adjusted to not having it anymore. Through the kindness of a friend, we have unlimited use of a car, which takes a lot of the stress off.

We have also come to the conclusion that we won’t be able to send both girls to montessori in the fall. It’s just too much money. Oldest child will have to go to public school, where she will do fine, but maybe not learn as much or as easily. On the flip side, Psycho Momia is looking into possibly becoming a Montessori Teacher.

Coming up is an all night gaming session with Agrippa and Zen Bones. I am thoroughly looking forward to it.
In a fun backwards look, my last post about sex and the parent, stimulated (heh) some interesting conversations. That, and a couple of other things, brought us back to life. Naturally, due to the perverse nature of the universe, we are smashingly horny – and I’m sick, with the worst of it happening at night.

Sometimes, ya just can’t win.

Speaking of winning, Obama was sworn in the other day. Lots of money was wasted. lots of very powerful, yet empty crap was said, and the separation of church and state was again mocked. Meanwhile, politics continued on in it’s normal fashion. His administration reiterated that the bullshit telecom immunity will be upheld, as more info that the NSA basically raped the US datastream, building dossiers or everyone with a net or phone connection came out. He publishes info that says former lobbyists won’t be working in related offices, and yet, the nominee for deputy defense secretary used to work for Raytheon.
No bailouts have been killed, no pullouts have happened, more taxes are being proposed, more spending of money on useless shit is being planned.
Change. Yeah right.

If you try it, let me know! Everyone I know that has, has been very pleased…

Because of the aforementioned car snafus, I spent most of my birthday troubleshooting, running errands, and in a panic. Not the best way of celebrating. My neighbors, Tony and Stacey, did deliver a wonderful gift – 2 fancy beers in the large economy size. I have not yet been able to appreciate the gifts in full, but I will soon!

On Saturday, a friend of Psycho Momia’s came to visit and help us regain momentum on the attic project. I wish I could say I was as gung-ho as he was to do it, but I can’t. We did get an amazing amount of work done, and got most of the rest of the materials we needed, thanks to his giant work truck. Given that we are in the midst of a heat wave, I’m damned surprised that we got as much done as we did, with no one dying or anything.

Halfway through the day, another friend popped by for a while. This was a good thing, as I don’t get to see Alx much. It also overwhelmed, shocked and all around fucked me up. He handed me an envelope, and said “I’m not very good with cards, but Happy Birthday!” In the envelope was a check. For $1000.00. For a grand. I sat down before I fell down. “I can’t – I can’t accept that, Alx – it’s way too much!” and there began the argument. It continues. I called him yesterday, and he picked up the phone, saying, “we’re not speaking until you deposit that check” and hung up on me. I called him back, and told him I burnt the thing. I was joking – but the thought had crossed my mind.

It’s a grand gesture, and I very much appreciate the thought, and friendship behind it, but …

Any thoughts, friends?