For Whom the Bell Tolls...........

Yesterday was one of those days that started out with a certain determined ambition bred from necessity.........and thereafter turned itself into a sort of trek/quest ordeal.

I've been meaning to purchase a flourescent tube for the right side of the mirror over my basin for some time...............but I kept forgetting it on my trips to the grocery store. So, yesterday, I decided to hike downtown (about two miles) stop in to visit Super Bee at Marge's, lunch on beer and popcorn, and stop by the hardware store on the way home. In addition to the light fixture I also needed a nine foot length of 1/2" nylon rope, a 1" dowel rod three feet in length, and a new alarm clock. (I can almost hear the minds splashing into the gutter as they contemplate that list.)

Among the great discoveries that furthered the progress of humankind, that of fire and the wheel would have to rank very near the top. However on the grand scale of things, oral sex and popcorn just about smokes everything else............with the possible exception of hot wings.

While at Marge's I found out that Castaway's had 15 cent wings on Monday night.........

I've been trying to get myself up at 5:00 am on a fairly consistent basis. The little travel alarm that I use is pretty weak kneed when it comes to making a loud enough and irritating enough noise to wake me up if I am sound asleep. Thus the new alarm clock. I found one of those old fashioned wind up bell and hammer jobs that is a scaled down version of what you may find on the wall of a fire station............................one that sounds not a mere alarm, but a tocsin the like of which you might expect to signal the crack of doom. It worked like a charm this morning..................hangover and all.

But I digress.............

When I got home, I found that my flourescent tube was the wrong size. I had decided to stroll to Castaway's for wings anyway so I hiked back to the hardware store traded in the bulb and continued on to the bar about a mile further.

I'm here to tell you that the wings at Castaway's are well worth the trip...................the atomic sauce is tolerably warm and at 15 cents a bargain.
I love chicken wings..............................when you think about it, what possible other purpose does a chicken wing serve except as a food stuff. They are like tits on a boar. ............but when you toss them in a sauce made from a pepper too hot for even cockroaches to eat they become one of the planet's most delightful culinary experiences. More proof that there is a God.............whose mysterious plan is beyond the realm of human imagining.

At any rate, suitably beered, popcorned and winged, I left Castaway's detoured by Marge's for a night cap and then walked home.

I think I covered about 10 miles in all yesterday.................and today I have a couple of blisters to prove it. I've had this pair of Red Wings for nearly 5 years now(I bought them for the Ireland trip in 2002) and have tried every way conceivable to adapt them to distance walking. I am forced to conclude that the "comfort force" sole is great for standing around on a concrete floor but not worth a fiddler's fuck for walking. Stout pair of boots though........just can't walk over three miles in them.

.................... I can actually see to trim the sideburns on my right side now.

Walking makes you smart......................

................makes sense. More blood, more oxygen, more brain power, right?

I watched "Ultraviolet" a couple of nights ago. Not really my cup of tea as movies go, but it's got Milla Jovovich in it. I loved her in "The Fifth Element" and "The Messenger".
Face of an angel, model's body, itty bitty titties (a true six on my personal Budweiser scale: i.e. the number of Clydesdales it would take to drag her off my face)..................... and she flat kicks ass..............gorrillamydreams. It doesn't get much better than that.

A Kiss is just a Kiss..............

I like kissing. Real kissing.......................not the facial cannibalism depicted in movies and television. Spare me an oral attack by a woman who learned to kiss from movies..........and thinks she knows all there is to know about it.

I happened on a show whilst surfing a few months ago........................it was one of those "top 100 (insert something here)" deals. I think it was the 100 worst photos or something like that.
Somewhere around 40 or 50 on the list was a picture of Angelina Jolie kissing her brother.............at a glance it appeared to be a pretty "hot" kiss for a sibling.

.......but give the girl a break. Dayum, when you've got lips like Angelina it can't be helped. I mean.............her lips are a cliche. A picture of her kissing the Pope's ring would be considered pornographic and banned in most of the more backwards cultures of the world. (Like Cleveland for instance.)
A peck on the cheek from a girl with lips like that would have the erotic force of a blow job.
If she were to strip naked and stroll past 100 men (or women for that matter)..................99 of them would turn to each other and say: "Did you see the lips on that babe?"
One guy might comment on her tits or the fact that she was naked....................the rest wouldn't be able to swear that she was undressed or even that she had tits.

All I want.......redux

To wit:

Tall, slender,pretty. Smart enough to hold my attention for more than 15 minutes without touching me below the waist. Itty bitty titties, lips like a blowfish.......................and doesn't consider kissing a practice session for dining with sharks...........................or some kind of half assed lingual fellation.

..................and a pint of Godiva Belgian Dark Chocolate Ice Cream.

Thus endeth the entry..................

Another Sunday on the Wane............

There is a leg of lamb roasting in the oven.........slowly basting its succulent self to an internal temperature of 140 degrees.
It will be consumed in part with a combination of green beans and diced tomatoes seasoned with oregano, olive oil and cinnamon...........(yes, I said cinnamon. Try it! The addition of cinnamon to tomato products produces a wonderful aroma and flavor.)

In easy reach are a 12 string and a 6 string guitar and a violin................I pick up the violin 4 or 5 times a day and play a song by ear. As anxious as I am to make some real progress with it, I don't want to irretrievably imprint bad habits. I need some sort of basic dvd based intructional material and a couple of electronic devices to give myself the sort of feedback that would otherwise be provided by an instructor. I've been refreshing my knowledge of music reading and using internet tools to familiarise myself with the finger positions and hand positions.
The guitar is a little easier to work with....for ther first time I am memorizing the notes on the fretboard and matching them with notes on a staff, reading about chord theory and using the "wax on, wax off" principle of training my right hand to employ new pick styles etc.
In the course of a day I generally play one or the other of the guitars as much as 2 to 3 hours.....running through old songs, remembering and relearning chords and building the stamina in my wrists and the speed, strength and precision of my left hand fingers.
Over the course of the past two weeks I've broken off all the fingernails on my right hand.........(I'm basicly a finger-picker) , the fingertips of my left hand are sore and grooved but callous is starting to develope, and there is a small blister forming at the corner of the nail on my right thumb. On the plus side, I finally found two of the roughly 150 picks that are around here somewhere.
Each time I come back to my guitars, I have to relearn barre chords all over again.............as though I had never seen one before. This time nothing will be allowed to distract me from that progress.
I have a half read book on the night stand.........................the subject is interesting to me but the book is so poorly written that I can only tackle a few pages at a time.
Over the course of the past three years I have collected over 250 books...........most of the sleep issues that prevented me from reading are laid to rest (an unwittingly appropriate phrasing).
I have a new direction of interest involving woodworking that I will be exploring in the next few months...................the plans I prepared for this spring ran afoul of inescapable realities of time and circumstance. They will be postponed only................not abandoned. Some of you know what I am referring to. To those who do not...................sorry about that, this ain't true confessions.
I need more books in about 4 different areas of interest...further deponent sayeth not.
No more talking about what I'm going to do.

I'll wait and tell you what I did.

Thus endeth the entry............

Hallelujah.........(it just keeps getting better)

"Star Trek Enterprise" is running on the Sci Fi channel at 6 pm weeknights.........right after "Voyager".

Now, Jeri Ryan (Seven of Nine) is certainly the Six feet tall stuff of wet dreams for the 12 year old dairy farmer in every man.......

.....But Jolene Blalok (T'Pol) is hot beyond the realms of fantasy. If for one moment I could believe that she would be waiting for me naked at the gates of paradise with a smoldering bowl of hashish in her hand, I would embrace Islam. Then I would immolate myself in the act of blowing up an infidel public toilet or some such thing whilst mumbling one of the nine billion names of God.............thereby assuring myself of an eternity of stoned bliss with her and 71 of her twin sisters.

Hey ..........beats the fuck out of starving to death under a Banyan tree while snails suck the blood out of your scalp.

Not to mention a religion that requires a person to check in his or her genitalia at the pearly gates.

Which brings up a question I've wondered about since I was very young.......: Do women get to keep their titties in heaven?

But I digress..........(how unusual)

Thus endeth the entry.........

Shoes and ships..........

There is a God and He Loves Me.....

"Star Trek Voyager" is back on from 5 to 6 pm.........(Seven of Nine.....*drool*).

.....but he's got a mean streak sometimes.

My movie channels don't seem to play anything but movies I've seen so many times I can lip synch them.
The Hysterical Channel is trotting the best of it's old standards, e.g. : Modern Marvels.....Watching Paint Dry!
Almost enough to make you miss Josh the Jewish pretty boy pretending to be an archeologist.

How's the Weatha.....?

Near zero, snow all over the place, flat tire (I'm a little hazy on the events following my departure from Marge's last Wednesday....though I vaguely remember Messaging Emily)...............and I have things to see, places to go and people to do. Fuck a buncha winter.
It's 40 degrees in Cremona.

Losing Face

The previous post disappeared. There must be a time limit on the images you post from that outfit. Fun stuff though.

Dylan is a Wise Man

"Nobody has to guess
Baby can't be blessed
'Til she finds out
That she's like all the rest."

All I Want.........

A pint of Godiva Belgian Dark Chocolate Ice Cream would be pretty good right about now.

Peace has a Price

I haven't had a phone since before Christmas.........I get my service (or lack of it) from MediaCom. Yesterday I recieved a letter from them telling me that they had tried numerous times to contact me by phone to set up a service call to take care of my problem. I guess you don't have to be a physicist to work for MediaCom.
Take my advice...............if you have MediaCom for your internet service provider and are considering internet phone service:Don't go to Mediacom for phone service..they will fuck you up and play games with you........go to Vonage or anywhere else except Mediacom

The Power of the Internet

Now.........for the next three hundred years, anyone who types "Mediacom" or "internet phone service" into a search engine will get a link to my page and this entry.

Fuck you Mediacom.

Thus endeth the entry......