You make bath time lots of fun

I wonder if the person who re-tweeted my tweet about Ernie and Rubber Ducky realizes that my friend Red was referring to a sex toy and I was referring to masturbation.

Who Needs Porn When You Find This Stuff in Mainstream Science Fiction

Proof that the writers of the Dune novels were sadomasochists. Now I wonder what the bible-thumping folks whose quest to feverishly protect young-impressionable minds from smut would say about this excerpt from a basically PG-13 series of novels which I first started reading when I was around 12. Of course it might explain my twisted mind.

When he looked down at the thrashing Vladimir, his sweat-drenched clothes, and the defiant grin on his face, the Face Dancer realized another possible problem. The torture might be ineffective for the simple and straight-forward fact that this ghola actually enjoy it.

Anyway, toy bag is packed for tonight.

Life Is What Happens While You're Making Other Plans

I have to remember many of the best things in my corner of the world were discovered when i wasn't looking for them. Most of the things I searched my entire life to find have been elusive. As of late, the things I wanted have eluded me. This should come to pass in short while. As long as I keep my eyes open, something better will come along.

Searching for the Open Window

Now if emotions could be as easily satisfied and subdued like the physical wants and needs. The irony is that things started off without expectations. The emotional ride changed that, perhaps creating something that would never work.

We ignored for too long the little nagging feeling in the back of our minds. When the crash occurred, we couldn't understand why it happened. Funny thing, part of the answer was given to me unexpectedly the other night while sitting around with some friends, chatting as we wound-down after some play.

So a door that has been closed while we clean up the broken pieces.

From the Age of Dinosaurs

I am an internet junkie. This is obvious to most of the people who know me online. The number of webpages I click through a day is likely measurable in units bigger than I can count on my fingers. One of the things most of my viewers probably don't know about me is when it comes to the daily news, I'm still a throw-back to the old print forms of media.

I have had delivered and read the morning newspaper almost every day, save vacations and days the paper isn't published, since I was a teenager. To me, there is nothing quite the same as leisurely leafing through the morning paper over breakfast and a cup of coffee. The ability to be able to sit anywhere, sift through the pages in any order you want. Read half a story, go on to the next, and return to where you left off at any time.

I remember when the paper boy was part of the our culture. Walking down the street, you would see a paper on most door steps. These days the paper boy on a bicycle has long been replaced in most cities by adults driving cars earning spare change. The front porches with newspapers the rare exception rather than the norm.

With my newspaper subscription, I receive an e-mail early every morning with a link to the online version of the day's paper. The link usually remains unvisited while I wait for the morning paper to arrive on my doorstep.

In Your Wildest Dreams

I so do enjoy watching the occasional train wreck that is disguised as the bad auditions on American. Last night's show featured a contestant for the most boring 18 year-old in the world. When queried by Simon on what his wildest dreams were, the fellow dryly responded, "owning a modest house with nice marble floors" or something like that.

I admit that my 18-year old fantasies mostly revolved around getting laid (shocking) and being mega-rich so I could afford to keep the eye candy that would get me laid. I wonder if American Idol would air the descriptions, though, of the wildest of those dreams. I doubt I'll ever fulfill the making out with a complete stranger on stage in a live sex show fantasy. But you never know what will happen. After all, I never expected to ever watch porn being filmed, something which I crossed off the bucket list sometime last year.

Whither Spring

In case you are wondering what I have been up to for the past few weeks, it feels like I have spent most of the time clearing snow. It has snowed here almost every day for the past 3 weeks. This picture was taken on Christmas. Since then, we've received at least another 30cm of snow.

In other news, a lot of my actual plans wound up being changed or canceled. I did manage to make it to a couple of parties over the holidays. Somehow there were a lot of naked hugs and other activities going on at both.

Now Without Censor Dots

I started blogging in January 2003. My blog was originally hosted on a small website called Journalspace.com. For a while, my blog was one of the most veiwed blogs on that site. For the past year, changes in my personal life kept me away from blogging regularly, although I did post about some of my more memorable experiences.

On December 18, 2008, the Journalspace.com’s data servers crashed, resulting in a loss of 6 years worth of blog posts. The procrastinator I am never did get around to saving all the posts, it was something that I was always going to get around to doing.

So here I am on Blogspot, starting over. However, where my old blog was a lot of random stuff, this one will be more focussed on who I am or should I say, my own personal self-discovery. Some old readers will recognize much of who I am. For most, though, it will be a discovery of much of me which I have, for the longest time kept under covers.

I’ve kept the title of my old blog, with a small change. It seemed appropriate.