wow. almost two years later.

a 'mysterious stranger' bought me a three-month subscription.

Probably a clever ploy from SG to get people hooked so they will re-up.

We'll see if it works.

I am available online, if you know my name or e-mail address, over at facebook and flickr.

Wow.

Almost a year later.

Well, I had planned to let this account scroll since I don't need anymore pinup porn, but, they helpfully re-signed me up for a whole fucking year, so, what the hell.

Of course, I do have other things keeping me away... gooood things.

I am, yet again, awaiting the pink poofiness of the cherry trees right around the conrer- but I am also awaiting moving to a different, bigger place with my girl. I guess I'll have to drive over to see the trees next year.

I'm thirty-fucking-seven.

I don't feel half dead, but man, when you stop and realize stuff like that- the average lifespan is somthing like 74. I'm halfway there.

What have I done that, within the bounds of a meager human life, is truly memorable?

and is that- memorable for me, or memorable for everyone else? or should I say, would it make people go "oh, good for him" or "oh, what a great person" - were they ever to make a movie about one of the billions of unique-like-everyone-else little snowflakes in the world, such as myself.

I suppose this is where I run out and buy a porsche, or get pectoral implants, or start chugging viagra.

nah.

Philosophically it's an interesting place to be, but the lure of new toys isn't there.

I do wish I was maybe not quite this heavy. 232 for a 5'9 guy makes me sound like a butterball, but really, I'm just getting a bit of a gut. I've always carried weight well (knocking on head) but you never know.

Crap it's hot in here. What's the heater on for?

Yeah.

So, I have an actual job, and for once a girlfriend I intend to keep, and I'm pretty goddamned happy.

I expect armageddon, the black plague, a terrorist attack (or homeland security, either way), to be struck by lightning, get the fatal incurable disease, fall down a manhole, and a metor to smoosh me flat just about any second now.

And here I am, at 1 am, clicking on the nothingnet, contributing to the vast squirreled-away word vault that will not exist the second the power goes out. I'm expecting that around the time I go to retire.

Global warming? Fossil fuel reserves run out? Let's see- I retire in roughly 20 years, so, 2027 is when all that crap will hit full force and the world will go all Mad Max. I'll be 57, and fucking pissed.

I really think that global warming deniers should be buried with a little placard when they die.

Then someday when we're all fucked thanks to them, we can dig up their corpse and thank it personally, possibly by letting someone's horny german shepherd mount it. Repeatedly.

Aw, crap. I got all serious an political, and even mean.

Screw it.

Aaah. Finally, the cherry trees around the corner from my house are starting to fill in.

It's a very exciting thing. Sure, there are trees all over the place and they're all blooming- but they're not these three trees. These look like pink cotton candy, and they're so great, it's like standing under something from a dream when it's sunny and they're in full bloom. I just need one nice day to enjoy them before the rain knocks all the flowers off of them.

Speaking of in full bloom, hopefully soon I will get my girl to take some pics of me and I can post another series. Maybe I'll do one of her, too, although, she's kind of shy, so, maybe not. I guess I never got to the in full bloom part of my segue. It involves her and something she keeps hidden away most of the time.

Harr!

I sort of forgot I had an SG account. Naughty me.

Myspace, girlfriend and temp work have eaten up a lot of my time.

Oh, and naps.

Hi!

Ah, what a weekend.

Friday through this afternoon, wrapped around a wonderful woman.

[sigh]

I now remember that we call this the 'underwater' phase.

So nice.

I seem to have posted naughty photos of myself in suicide boys.

let's see if they don't get deleted.

This just in: I posted jpgs of the three Exploding dog prints I bought this summer...

so exciting...

A trip to the KOOV

Last friday I slicked my hair back and stuck on some crazy sunglasses and ran up to VanTucky there across the river. Some errands to run, I decided to have lunch with my old coworkers... at the mall. Well, with some time to kill, I wander into the shops, and, with a Nordstrom's gift card not quite spent from last xmas, I decide to either get some new earrings, or stock back up on my cologne of choice.

I received help and offers of help from no less than six people. Pleasant offers of help. From pleasant looking people, who, though I could not detect it over the wall of stink that is the perfume counter, probably also smelled good.

My head began to swell... even larger than it already is.

I don't know if it was the attitude or the fact that I had been awake for about 20 hours...

Apparently looking like a kook is a surefire way to make all the perfume and jewelry people a little giddy. I will have to remember this, as, my visit was the most... fulfilling?... I've ever had at any Nordstroms.

Man, I love listening to Rufus Wainwright. I have no idea what it is. I think that's what makes the things you love so perplexing- you have no idea why.

I guess I have said that before. If you can tell me why you like something, my bet is you're going to get tired of it at some point. But if you can't, I think it's going to stay with you, at least longer.

That makes me think of personality traits, our own. The ones you don't know well, understand, or even recognize, these somehow match up to the people you fall in love with.

I don't know if I'd consider someone lucky to know themselves well or not.

But then, I am a strange little monkey, so perhaps that explains that.

That makes me think that love as we know it is actually based on lizard brain psychology. It's there for you, backing so many actions every day, and we's say "Why, I just felt like doing that." So, filter those feelings through our wonderful upper-brain processing, and you get a completely indescribable thing called love.

Oh, how un-romantic things are when we talk about them this way.

Do scientists have really good sex? Would one case disprove the un-romantic-ness of that?

yow. last night it was the fish puzzle. Here's a link, don't wreck your brain:

http://www.coudal.com/thefish.php

(and yes, of course, the result is available all over, and sure, it's pretty hard, but that's fun, right?)

Tonight it's a timekiller of a different flavor- having given up on the part two to the fish puzzle (it apparently requires programming skills, which I distinctly lack)...

It's all about Google Earth.

DUDE.

http://earth.google.com/download-earth.html

I'm not sure there is anything more fascinating. If they could modify it so when you zoom in really close, the little cars and people moved around, if only for show... ooo. I better close it and go to bed now.