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.

I suddenly realize that there is truth to the rumor about why scotsmen wear kilts.

Oh, and no, there’s no news about the car.

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

In conjunction with that, I’ve been pushing full force on the attic rebuild. The wiring is about 85% done, additional framing is about 90%. I should finish framing tomorrow and the electrical on Monday. Then comes the sheetrocking. Gawd, I hate wallboarding. A friend has offered to come up and help, supposedly removing the need to rent a wallboard jack. I’d say that 70 percent of what has to be done is a: at an angle, and B: over my head. I want a bloody jack.

We also tore out the outside wall in the entry way, insulated it, and ‘rocked it. Psycho Momia now gets to tape and mud.

We did take some time off for fun, and made a trek to King Richard’s Faire. We worked there for a long time – which brings me to another thing, which ain’t so happy. The delightful woman whom we worked for (and I dated)(really long story….), who is also the girls goddess mother, is ver’ ill and in the hospital. If you can spare any happy thoughts, she sure could use them.
As part of our visit, we carried around a sign, and took photos of many of her old friends. I emailed them to her and brightened her day.
The girls got to ride a pony, played princess, and had a good ole time.
My favorite moments?
Watching Psycho Momia get her thang on – just going to faire fires her up, and makes her forget the drag of the daily grind. Her spirit just flares so bright, and she walks so tall, and looks so beautiful (and no, it’s not just that she puts her cleavage on display – although it helps!)

Running into the pickle man – haven’t seen him in so long….

And seeing the Dread Pirate Bunny in the flesh was and always will be a wonderous thing. I have to confess, that if I were single, I would pursue her with all I got!

Can you blame me? Drop dead gorgeous, sweet, smart…

Still avoiding the political shitstorm, as in my book, the two choices suck.
Still addicted to True Blood. Damn, that’s some good shit, there!

Getting ready for our annual Halloween party – it’s coming November 1st, and you can get more deets @ the newly revived family site – 21harvard.net!
Also being reworked is Kallisti Medias, MikealTV(coming soon!), and new content at St. Ayre Dot Com.

If you are looking more for big hair and screaming gitars, I highly recommend KQLZ – a tribute to the Lonn Friend programmed Metal Station from the Late 80′s/early 90′s. They even play stuff I don’t know.