Avoid Wheat flour at all costs. Remind The Girl to avoid wheat flour at all costs.

See it happened like this: She wanted to try something new, something healthier than our bleached (yet still 100%-Organic), white, plain ol’ flour. Fine I said, how bad can it be? They’re derivatives of one another. Go for it. This was two days ago. This morning before I had to go to work, I figured we could have pancakes that she would make for me (see how that works?). So “we” got hard at work making them and getting them ready.

We should have known almost immediately – and thinking back, we kinda did – that they were going to taste like crap as we were cooking them. They just didn’t cook the same, you know? They looked like crap. Like, literally. Like someone had a “runny day” over the skillet or something, which was not aided by the fact that we put chocolate chips in them. Anyway. We sit down to eat them and sure enough they taste as bad or worse than they look. It was like eating stale, past-its-prime sawdust or something. It was bad.

What was worse that The Girl informed me she had had worse. I couldn’t believe such a thing existed and demanded she tell me where the hell she’d had pancakes worse than these. Turns out?

She had eaten wheat flour pancakes recently at a restaurant with some friends. Which really makes me wonder… if she’s had wheat flour pancakes before, and knew they sucked, why would she decide we need wheat flour for our pancakes? I do not have an answer to this question.

Color me perplexed.

Sigh. I know where Zoey gets it, I guess ;-)



A Good Onion
I have known about it for some time, but I rarely make time to stop by and take a gander at all the wonderful “news” items they have available.

I am referring to The Onion News Network. Check out the videos. They’re a riot. Especially nuggets like this one. And This one. And so on; you get it.

Peace.

Tags: women, Entertainment

A few nights ago (as I was making the bed to get in and sleep the night away), I got a call. It was a good friend of The Girl’s, and she called to tell me/us that she was going to be celebrating her birthday that night, and she was to be having this bash at The Tip Top Club. The Tip Top Club is a local (the only) strip club around these parts.

She’s bisexual, by the way. Yes, she’s every guy’s dream girl. Well, half of the dream, at least.

So The Girl went. Which means, she’s now been to a strip club, whereas I have not. See the irony? My girl has been to the titty bar to see hot, naked women rub up on everyone. I have not. This is just too weird.

I would have gone, but I had to be at work @ 6:30am the next morning. The call came in around 11:30pm. Wasn’t in the cards.



This is why women are so much cooler than men, btw
Okay, so imagine a couple (heterosexual, please). Now, imagine that they are gearing up for a night out. Never, I repeat, never, would a girl bring up an idea that involved a place with men stripping to nothing and both would enjoy it.

It does seem to work the other way, though. You can take your girl to an establishment that involves scantily-clad women getting non-clad and rubbing themselves on you. Everyone is happy.

Yes, women rock.



In the “Strange Things” department
The Girl got home around 3:30am and felt like chatting. Apparently seeing lots of nipples helps you forget that your significant other has to work early the next morning. Anyway. So we’re chatting and she tells me that they didn’t serve alcohol there. I think it came up when I asked how plastered everyone got, and made sure she wasn’t drinking then driving. Anyway. The don’t serve alcohol. Yep. Not even a titty bar, I guess, what with no “bar” and all.

The Girl said that she thought it helped keep customers from getting out of control. I agreed, but it creates another problem: lost profits. Drunk people spend more. So, more tips. More money on booze. You know, because drunk people may not like $4 beer at first, but a few later and it seems like a great deal!

The next day, The Girl is poking around on the web, looking for information on the club. And here’s the “Strange Things” hook: They’re an RV sales lot. Yeah, no joke. They sell RV’s, apparently.

You see, they are not serving alcohol because they’re not zoned to serve alcohol there; it’s technically an RV sales lot. And all those naked women shoving faces in crotches?

Sales girls.

Man, I LOVE this place! And I haven’t even been there!

Peace.

Tags: women, Entertainment

One thing that seems to stick out at me in the business world is how they are oh-so-willing to create a straw man of any sort to blame for slumping sales. Sales are slow? Must mean that we’re not building good displays! Or they attribute characteristics to people that may or may not exist, but state these as fact and look to exploit them. We need signs that show how much they’re saving off of MSRP, cuz people love to save!

Yes, people love to save, but they love to save real money, not fake money. I don’t doubt that some people are going to look at a sign saying that this bag of cookies has $5 written on it but wow, we’re saving you so much money because we’re only selling it for $3! Well yeah maybe a few poor schlocks are going to fall for that, but mostly? Well, the people with the money, the people you should be chasing for sales, are smart enough to say “yeah but those cookies are only worth $2; they’re crappy.”

The issue is that these things used to work. Advertising is fairly new, the way we do it. When these tactics first started to appear in the 50’s and 60’s, they worked well, and they worked well through the 80’s. But something happened in the 90’s that the business world is still trying to ignore; it’s the elephant in the room, and they keep falling back onto old habits instead of dealing with the reality of today:

The reality is that I am the consumer now. And I’ve seen this mess of advertising, and I don’t buy the hype. Since all I’ve ever known is to see products completely over-hyped at every turn, I’ve tuned that out. I’m oblivious to it. Not only that, but more typically, I am turned off by it. I have swam in the sea of advertising-speak since my birth. I am numb to it, and quite frankly, tired of it. I don’t want to hear marketing-talk, I want to hear about the product, honestly, and what it can do for me. When I read the box, I want to know where it came from, who built it, and what I’m paying for. Made in China? Hey that’s not an automatic disqualifier, guys. I might still buy your product. But at what cost is the question…

There’s a matter of psychology at work to know your business and your customers and be a success. But you have to learn about your customers, not make blanket statements about them. And if you want to be more than head-above-water, the best way to create success is to see not just where your customers are now, but where they’re going, and more importantly, why. It’s not the signs guys, it’s the value system behind it.



Home Late, honey? Surprise!
Aw, isn’t The Girl sweet? I had to stay late at work last night (floor guys came by to wax/polish), and when I got home, she was in bed asleep. But on the counter… was carrot cake! Hey, those of you who know me know that I’m a fool for a good carrot cake. And hers in the best, because she makes it from scratch – even the frosting! – and it’s all organic.

Strange thing is, I love carrot cake, I love the frosting, but I can’t stand cream cheese. Weird, huh?

Oh well. Cake was still excellent. But again... Don't tell her any of this. It'll just go to her head. :-)

Tags: women

Wow. Just, Wow.

What an important movie. But yet,

What a boring movie.

It’s very important in that it deals with big corporations being in bed with government, and the “illusions” of justice & whatnot that they promote in order to do the dastardly things they do. But some characters are so superfluous, only there to put big names in (why the hell is George Clooney important again?). And generally, there’s no connection to any one of them, even the non-superfluous ones. It does tie all the government & Big Businessaction together with possibly the largest conspiracy/collusion of politics, business, and intelligence that exists, within the worldwide oil industry. Very important movie, yet, somehow, so very boring.

Where have I heard that before? Oh yeah! I wrote it, about 4 sentences ago! Bottom line? You should probably see it. Even though you won't enjoy it. C+



The Girl is Sick
This morning, The Girl wakes up shortly before she has to get up to get ready for school, and says “I don’t feel good.” Well that sucks! Now get out of my bed!

Seriously. I haven’t been sick since we moved up here, save for a morning or two I woke up with a scratchy throat. I have no intention of falling ill, sorry. Get out of my bed! I order you! I Command you! I Emplore you! Do it! Do it now!

But of course she did not. We fell asleep, maybe some 10 seconds later, but it was a harrowing, tense 10-second standoff until then. Before we fell asleep huddled up together for warmth. Believe me, you could feel the tension.

Peace.

Tags: Entertainment, women

So with a Friday off (yeah unbelievable, huh?) we took the morning hours as a chance to visit the beach. Now typically we do this often, but I had not seen the beach for some 5-6 weeks, so that’s where we decided to go, since I’ve been to the Delta so many times in that stretch as well.

It was also my first chance to try and make use of my new Point-and-shoot camera, after giving up the DSLR gig. Verdict?

I’m certainly going to miss the DSLR. Don’t get me wrong, the new camera is nice. It’s very nice, I got quite a few decent pics, but yeah that last 5% or so is lacking, I can see that. Of course I knew that would be the case, so it’s no surprise, but there were some shots that I was like “if only I had a lens…” And yeah, if only. BUT, if I had the SLR with that huge honkin’ lens, chances are that I wouldn’t have gotten any shots, as I wouldn’t have brought it. Seriously. That was one of the issues for me, was that yeah it takes pictures that are, on a scale of 1-10, an 8 or 9 as opposed to the 7-8 I’m going to be shooting with the P&S, but now? Now I’ll have bunches of 7-8 shots, where before – since I wasn’t taking the dang camera with me – I was only getting a handful of 8-9 shots, and for that chance extra point shot here and there was doing tons more work.

Tags: Technology, women, Animals

I’m referring of course to Cloverfield. Tonight’s opening night, and although I've said that once I go Blu-Ray you can count me out of the movie scene, there’s one piece of the puzzle that’ll prevent me from staying indoors tonight: The movie is produced by Paramount, one of only two companies holding out on the HD-DVD side of the fight (losing fight, I might add). So, since it’ll probably be at least a year or more before this movie hits the Blu-Ray shelves – if not longer – I’m going to splurge tonight and partake in this “Movie Night Out” experience once more.

Review to follow, but of the few one-liners I’ve read, it appears that it’s basically “Godzilla-meets-blair-witch.” Which I hope isn’t literal or too Frankenstein, because quite frankly I could do without ever seeing either of those movies on their own.

But hey, maybe it’s one of those things where two wrongs make a right. You know, two ugly people getting together, bumping super-uglies, and producing Marisa Miller or Heidi Klum or something.

Or maybe two ugly people get together and produce Quasimodo. God I hope not. Especially after $20 in tickets.

Peace

Tags: Entertainment, women

My sleep routine has been all but f*cked for the last few weeks. It seems almost every night, the wind comes, and its sole aim is to keep me awake. A task I might add that it has been very good at marking complete.

It’s not that I mind rain hitting my window. It’s that I mind rain being thrown into my window – a mere 2 feet from my head – at a speed that makes it sound as though an army of young whipper-snappers is outside my bedroom walls armed with Red Rider BB guns or something.

The other night it got so bad, and I was so tired from previous nights, that I decided I’d go and try to sleep on the couch. Bad move, as when I got out there I realized that in all actuality, the bedroom was the quietest room in the house. How’s this? Our front door was knocking back & forth, the gate on the other side of the house was rattling in the wind, and chimneys & vents everywhere were howling something good. So I reluctantly retreated back to my bed. I have to come up with a solution. And I think I have, too. I think I have a way to fix the wind & the rain. How? Earplugs.

Yes, earplugs.



Democrats confused; can’t decide between girl, black guy
Clinton makes a comeback. Whoop-Dee-Do.

See here’s the thing: if you’re going to win the presidency, you need to win some states in the south. You know, that bible-thumping place, filled with rednecks and lots of people that know how to tie up a good noose…

And I really think the dems are not putting forth an “electable” candidate. Don’t get me wrong; I love both Clinton & Obama, but you have to understand… the south ain’t going to vote for no nigger, and they ain’t gonna let no damn woman be in charge of no man, neither.

Yes it seems ass-backwards to the rest of us, but this is The South. You know, the ‘incest is OK as long as you keep in the family’ bunch. Yeah I know I’m being a little harsh, but… these are the states that “voted with their morals” in 2004, and decided that homos suffering through marriage was more wrong than sending their children to die in foreign countries for reasons that don’t benefit anyone here. Yes, these same people.

And the dems are going to give them… a black man or a woman? This will not go over well.



But if there was ever an election to lose…
This would be it. I mean, think about it. I think that the republicans deserve this win. Do you have any idea how bad the fallout from the last 8 years of the bushie-regime is going to be? Someone’s going to get blamed, rightly so or not. And the way I figure it, let the repubs take the fall for it, since he was their guy, and they saw fit to stand behind his dumb ass most all the time. Now they want to distance themselves? Man, I say don’t let the public forget: let the fallout lie on their shoulders. Republicans did this to you.

And besides, no matter who wins, it’s going to be an improvement. All those guys running? Well, they’re going to try and avoid any connections to bush and his policies for fear of a less-than-25%-approval rating. And any one of them is better than the current monkey, right?

So I guess if the dems need to get this out of their system, this is the safest time to do it. I mean hell, if you reckon you want to elect a damn black man or dang-nab woman, I think you need to fix education first. Educate the south. Let them in on these little secrets we call education, civil rights, equality, evolution, electricity, and philosophy. Once they have an education, maybe they’ll consider a girl or even – gasp – a black man!

But c’mon, now? Yeah right. We’re barely 50-years-removed from the Civil Rights Movement. And there it was more a slow push than a ‘movement,’ anyway.

Go Republicans for 2008. Hope you enjoy the ride that the bushies built for ya. And hey, you helped too. You should have done something when you had the chance. Suckers.

Peace.

Tags: women, Politics

We stayed up late (didn’t get home from work until 11:15pm anyway) and opened gifts around, oh, 12:01am Christmas Morning.

I got a nice sweater, some shorts, a piece of workout equipment, a Blu-Ray Movie (which I don’t have a player yet to watch it with :-( … ) and a mini wet/dry vacuum.

The Girl got some pants, a sweatsuit, some shirts, a couple sweaters, a cast iron pan & handle cover, & a Victoria’s Secret Nightie & Undies. And handcuffs. Yes, Handcuffs.

So you could probably say I got a piece of ass for Christmas, too.



Later that day…
We got up and had breakfast (using the new cast iron pan), then hung around and eventually got up enough strength to take the dogs out again today. We were helped along by some wet-nose prodding, of course. We went out to the less-frequently visited portion of the beach, then trekked around (in 4x4 mode) along the beach to the tip of the peninsula and around to face the bay. Here, we let Miles have at it in the waters for an hour or so.

Hopefully they’ll be worn out enough tomorrow to leave us the hell alone! Well Miles, hopefully. Zoey’s already so tuckered out that she’s falling asleep standing up with her face on the couch.



Then…
The rain came. I had plans to do a workout and also to mow the lawns. Suffice to say that instead, I took a nap and lounged around all day.

Not that rain prevents working out. It’s just that I figured, what the hell. It’s Consumer-mas. So I skipped it. Well, not so much skipped it as pushed it back a day. I’ll be home by like 3:30pm tomorrow, provided I don’t get fired. So I should have plenty of time.



Then it was movie time
We rented Meet the Robinsons on Christmas Eve, to watch on Christmas. I’m not going to give an overview here now, but maybe in another day or so.



And, you?
Like I said yesterday, “Joyous festival of your choosing.” So hopefully you did that, huh? Was it everything you hoped I would be? Did you get a 60” Sony Flat-screen LCD HDTV with 2ms response time or less?

Because if you did, I hate you.

Peace.

Tags: Animals, women, Entertainment, Gym

Hey, sex at 16? You’re not going to catch me getting all uppity. But pregnant, too? C’mon!

Hey, I think maybe addictive behavior runs in the family. That and being slutty. Nothing wrong with that per se, but pregnant? C'mon, that sort of ruins it.



Star Wars Fans get collective Boners over Science
Hear about this monster galaxy shooting photon death beams at another galaxy? Yeah, they nicknamed it the “Death Star Galaxy.” Shwing.



Yeah, it’s sexist. Just like the Early Bird.
This lawsuit in NYC I think has merit. I mean, the only way the club can make their case I think is if they can convince the judge that women are indeed just objects for men to behold.

Yes, it might very well have far-reaching implications for other “only you and not them” specials. But the guy is completely correct, OK?



If I smoke pot, can I have $9,000?
So a game bought for $90 somehow becomes worth $9,000? Just because a kid smoked pot?

Sign me the f*ck up. This is quite the investment opportunity. And I’m getting in on the ground floor. Who’s with me?!

So what I’ve never smoked pot? I just won’t inhale. Worked for a certain President. And no I’m not referring to bush. He definitely inhaled, mouth & nose, & probably did some licking & swallowing too. Have you seen his agendas?

Yeah, he’s fried. Like, to a crisp. Couldn't find his way out of a sandbox, that guy.

Peace.

Tags: women, Entertainment

So last night I closed the shop down. What with the holiday hours, that means I got home sometime around 12:45am. Actually, it was on the dot, as I had said in the afternoon to expect me around that time, and when I got in the 4Runner, I saw I had two minutes to make that statement a fact. And so it was.

However, it’s not like I could go home and just go to sleep or anything, mind you. Nope, especially not this morning, as The Girl was on her way out of town via airplane to visit her kooky family in So Cal. A plane that left no later than 6am, and required us up by 3:45am or so.

Now couple that with the fact that when I got home, I was informed there was chocolate pudding in the fridge, and you can piece together how I maybe got one or two good hours of sleep before I was up and at ‘em. That’s the saying, right?



But it lead to a mighty fun day
Now I admit that after the drop-off at the airport, I managed to get a couple more hours of shut-eye. But the puppies cut that short as they felt I had both a) slept long enough, and b) started coming dangerously close to letting them starve to death.

Since I was up, I got started on our day together, which largely revolved around them. It was off to the beach, where I ventured to an area we hadn’t been to before. It was kinda cool, actually, as the waves broke way out, so there was lots of water to wade through to go and get the ball I was throwing out there.

But this wasn’t all I had in store for them. The other day when we ended up going off-roading, we also came across a little area that faces the bay, not the ocean, so there is no crashing waves or anything, just abruptly receding land that gives way to nice, deep water. This is great news for Miles, as he loves to swim, and I love to see him swim because it works his butt out something fierce, and getting him to actually work up a doggie-sweat is hard-damned work. Other than swimming, I’m not sure there’s enough hours in the day to do it anymore, actually. If a fiddle was fit, I'd say he was that, I guess.

But this wasn’t all I had in store for them. The other day when we ended up going off-roading, we came across a nice, steep access point from the dunes to the actual beach. I didn’t go this direction at the time because a) we saw a truck stuck there (damn Chevy's; yeah sure this is your country, huh?), and b) I didn’t want to also become stuck there. However, today I was following a Toyota Tacoma loaded with a couple dogs going this route. I figured that if he could do it, so could I. And so I did.

We followed the beach around to the peak of the peninsula. There’s a Jetty on either side of the bay entrance, and I parked the 4Runner then took the dogs out on a ½-mile walk to the end of the northern Jetty.

But that’s not all….. OK you’re probably sick of that literary trick, huh? Well after that I took them around to an even better spot that faces the bay, and miles got a really good workout swimming into and out of the water. So much so in fact, that I fear he may actually end up sore tomorrow. He’s not showing signs yet, bet we were out there swimming for the better part of 3 hours. We shall see. We. Shall. See.

Peace.

Tags: women, Animals

So happens I have the answer.

Down South, we had regular ol’ carpet, a low shag type of fluff. It looks great right after you vacuum, no doubt, but it tends to look trampled relatively fast. Like, as soon as you touch it. I understand why people used to be so anal about not walking on the carpet; pretty to look at, hell to maintain.

We move up north. The place we rent? Has berber carpet. Has a mix of colors, which we assume will wear well, hiding daily dirt and whatnot. Great that it has no real ‘grain’ or anything, as now whether your vacuum or not, walking on it doesn’t make it look trampled. Yay.

BUT, we were dead wrong about the wear ability of this sh!t. I mean, our carpet is most definitely spotted where it’s used the most. And I think it’s actually a function of the low shag; since there’s no grain, there is nowhere for a stain or discoloration to hide.

Our kitchen is tiled in a sort of renaissance-type color scheme, with mixed reds, oranges, browns, etc. I don’t know what to call it, but I can say this: it stays clean, it’s easy to clean up, and eventually, I will have a house that’s floored entirely with something similar to it.

Though maybe not the grout. I hate grout. No grout. More specifically, I was thinking something like this here. Ah yes, a solid, easy-to-clean surface without grout lines. What do you think?



The. Most. Fun. EVER
That might be a small exaggeration, but I did have more fun than a barrel of monkeys with their pants down today. We took the dogs out to the beach where we normally do, then as we were leaving, I decided to take a right instead of a left and go exploring. What did I find?

Dunes. The kind that you go off-roading all over. I knew the dunes were there, sort of, but I didn’t figure I could just drive there, keep going, and then be free to do as I pleased out there. It was a surprise, and lo-and-behold it was a fun one.

Unfortunately, The Girl had to work tonight, so we had to skip home earlier than I would have liked. I took some quick photos that didn’t come out, so you can look forward to me not putting them on the web to share, too. We’ll be back there soon enough. We have some friends (turns out I have a couple) that are going to be visiting us during the late stages of this month, so I plan on taking them out there and 4-wheeling the hell out of some dunes with them. They’ll enjoy it.



The Girl is too damned nice
I mean, it’s a good thing for me that she’s nice to me, but she’s too damn nice to everyone else. I keep telling her she needs to stand up for herself and not let people walk all over her all the time, otherwise they’ll continue to do so because they know they can get away with it.

Case in point: We get home, and there’s a message on our machine from some girl asking if she could work in The Girl’s place tonight. Cool, because The Girl needs to finish getting ready for her trip back to Southern Hell-ifornia this Sunday. They make the plan, all is set. We have lunch, look forward to another night together, then the phone rings.

This lady is calling back to say that she kinda changed her mind, and doesn’t want to work for The Girl anymore. Now since she’s technically scheduled for the shift, it’s not like she can really say too much to the effect of “tough sh!t,” because it is her ass on the line. But, she was so overly nice about it that she made it sound like she was relieved to be having to work tonight after all, which wasn’t the case.

If it had been me, instead of being all “oh it’s alright, I’ll do it, no problem,” that lady would have heard “You mean now that I’ve gone out of my way to give you the shift you asked for, and subsequently made other plans, you’re calling to renege on that deal? So I’m going to have to cancel my plans because you changed your mind? No no, that’s fine, I’ll do it. I have to go and get ready. No really, I’ll do it. I’m on the schedule anyway. I can’t talk anymore, I have to go and cancel my other plans and then get ready for the shift I thought was covered. Bye.”

Yes it’s petty, but how the hell else do you get across to these people that this sort of behavior is just not acceptable? A little shaming can go a long way, OK? And really, that's what I sorta feel is necessary.

Yes I told The Girl this. Yes she gets it. It’s just hard for her to do, because it’s in her nature. Which is why it’s good for her that it’s not in mine. Don’t worry, baby; I’m here to keep you from being a door mat ;-)

Peace.

Tags: Animals, women

Last night after getting home from work, The Girl plopped down on the couch and actually read my blog. You know, the one about Marisa Miller being HOT. That one.

Anyone that read that probably thought that I was in for a severe case of the girlfriend blues, and I would think that about someone else, too, had they written what I wrote. But not me, not with my girl. She reads that? Then checks out her site. Then stares at every picture of her on her website.

I casually dropped that in my research for the blog, I discovered that she started out as a nude model in Perfect 10 magazine (which, btw, means her boobs are real). Did I get slapped? No. I got asked “are there pictures of her naked? Can I see them? Where are they?”

Marisa Miller is that Hot. My Girlfriend, who would never consider a lesbian encounter in her lifetime, wants badly to make it with Marisa Miller. Of this I am certain.

God Bless my Girlfriend. And God Bless Marisa Miller ;-).



So, uh, you’ve been blogging a lot recently….
I have had time. Suffice to say I have had the time to do it, without detracting from any other of my multitude of activities. There’s really nothing else to say about it, honestly. Like I said, I’ll be doing it when I can, and probably mostly for myself, and time has permitted this in the last few days.

So enjoy it, ‘K? Who knows; The Girl goes back to the death trap on the 16th and will be gone until the 20th of this month, so I’ll probably even be able to get a Mac Tip or two up during that week. Time will tell, eh? And if you’re a recent Mac Convert, and you haven’t been reading…. You have no excuses. Make it over to my Mac Help pages, you fool. Read. Enlighten. And stop asking me the same questions every 5 minutes.

Peace.

Tags: women

Tags: Technology, women

What can I say about Ocean’s 13? How about: MAN, I sure liked Ocean’s 11. And that about sums it up.

The Girl said something equally accurate. Namely, that it’s sort of been-there, done-that stuff. Not only that, but where the first two (first ONE in particular) was measured and conceived – the plot, that is – the 3rd just sort of throws stuff at you, then tries to explain it away later. Which I hate.

It’s too fantastic and not well-enough designed to be worth watching. Guess I’ll have to remove the Trilogy from my wish list.



Wind & Rain & Bears, Oh my!
The last couple of days it’s actually been windy here. I was curious so I looked to see what the wind speeds were that everyone around here is so apt to complain about. 20mph. 20mph. OK, so again, I come from a land where they name the winds they’re so strong, right? So, uh, 20mph.

Now don’t get me wrong, it’s still windy. But we’re talking between ⅓ to ⅛ the strength of the Gale-Force, 100mph-+ Santa Anas.

Here, you lay awake in bed, thinking man it’s hard to sleep with all that noise. Down South, you think Man. I hope my home is still standing in the morning.

I think I’ll survive is what I’m sayin’.



No Really, not Mad
Hey for those of you taking it personally that I’m rewiring myself in regards to the website? Calm down. Like I said, I’m not mad, just a little disappointed. I was stating facts and explaining how I’m going to be taking care of things considering. You’re not being singled-out, you’re being en massed out.

Yes, you rarely visit. Yes, I’m disappointed in that fact. No, I’m not mad, it just is that way and that’s fine, so long as I bring my expectations in line with the reality of it. So stop sending violent emails and throwing things at me on the street.

And uh, my pages save a history of the last 500 visits, including time, IP location, etc. So yeah, I know when you’ve visited, it’s not just a guess on my part. :-)



JLH mad at her body
Yes, I know she’s been telling everyone that she’s mad at Hollywood for giving young women a sense of beauty that’s unrealistic. You know, all those beautiful size 0 women.

I think she’s focusing her distaste for her own appearance on the media on this one, however. Look, I agree that hollywood DOES give people an unreal sense of beauty when they touch up people’s photos and do this & that to make such & such person look a way they don’t really look. BUT, to say that a level of beauty is unattainable is hogwash. I see girls every day that are FAR more perfect than the famous faces we see on TV. Perfect bodies. They just didn’t make it in hollywood. I mean, there’s only so much room, and once you have an established act, you stick with it, right? It sells. You have a following. So JLH gains 120 pounds, you try to slim that down on film because everyone loved her in I Know What your Beautiful Big Breasts did 3 Summers Ago at that One Place with the Boats & the fishermen & that one hunky guy; You know the one I’m talkin’ about. But that’s not to say there’s no women out there who look a certain way or are beautiful. That’s what we call a reach.

Because you see, I believe Art imitates Life, not the other way around. Hollywood shows me things that turn me on, because that sells. They don’t tell me what arouses me, because Willy Knows best, OK? You try to dress up the ham, I’m sorry, but I’ll call BS and point out that it IS just a pig in lipstick. I have a built-in beauty pointer, and it never fai