Saturday, October 25, 2008


Yeah, in the future I should just talk to people when I feel weird instead of posting on my blog because they're not available to talk that very second.  I'm sorry.

Inactivity and Confusion.

I'm not doing a very good job of keeping this blog updated, am I?

I spend a lot of time these days online (which is nothing new) chatting with V., my "three weeks new" lover, Lady J., and her husband, J.  We talk about a lot of different things, as you'd expect new friends to do.  We slowly learn each others' pasts while sharing and helping with a few of the problems the present brings.  I feel very close to these two despite the short time we've been acquainted.

I know Lady J. thinks very highly of me.  She allows me past a lot of the barriers she's built over the years, and I appreciate it all.  She wrote a blog post recently that basically shouts from the rooftops how much she likes me.  After reading it, I can't help feeling awkward.  Even after slicing through so many of the walls she has like a hot knife through butter, I still don't really see what makes me special.  It's hard for me to believe that of all the partners Lady J. had, I somehow touch her in a way that doesn't happen very often.  Reading the sort of compliments she gives me actually makes a part of me frustrated, irrational as it is.  I don't fully understand the praise, and I certainly don't understand my reaction to it.  I just hope my confusion doesn't bleed through and alter my feelings the next time I'm with her.

On a much lighter note, I signed up for one of those "free iPod" sites and actually had my free trial recognized as completed.  If I can get five of you fine folken to sign up for a free trial of something using my referral link, I might get a very nice iPod.  The trial I signed up for was an "Option B - Complete One Offer" trial that gave me 25 free downloads from  I used several of the 25 downloads to get mp3s of Mitch Hedberg's final, posthumously-released comedy album; I'm sure you could find something that interests you.  Cancelling my account wasn't too difficult, either: I set an e-mail reminder a day early via Google Calendar, and the cancellation link on eMusic's site worked the first time, no issues.  (Of course, it's a decent site - you might want to subscribe instead of cancelling.)  If you've wondered whether anyone actually benefits from these "free gift" sites, please click my referral link, sign up for any of the offers that looks interesting, and we'll find out together.

I'll try to be around more.  :P

Friday, October 17, 2008

Burger Wars: Where's the Bacon?

You know, I remember it all starting with the Hardee's Monster Burger. I believe the BK Stacker came next, followed by the Wendy's Baconator.  A new era in the Burger Wars began.  Each restaurant raced to put a huge bacon cheeseburger on their menu, striving to offer more bacon, thicker patties of beef, better sauces.  Each tried to give their public something more patently health-ruinous.  Even Jack in the Box has its Bacon Ultimate Cheeseburger, and I wouldn't ever call them a major player in the Wars.  My question to you, Reading Public, is this:

Where is the excessive, heart-clogging, hedonistic McDonald's bacon cheeseburger?

Where, indeed?  While McDonald's formerly had a regular, wimpy bacon cheeseburger on their menu, a perusal of today's offerings yields no bacon whatsoever.  The closest one can come is most likely a smattering of vegan "bacon bits" on one of the several salads McDonald's offers.

Frankly, this change is quite frustrating.  McDonald's is striving to be a health-conscious purveyor of fast food.  Is there really a place for such a monstrosity?  And how "health-conscious" can McDonald's be?  It's not as though the double cheeseburger is served with any less grease than before.  However, the venerable Chicken McNuggets have had all dark meat (and, hence, all TASTE) removed to become a solely white-meat extrusion.  Instead of mayonnaise-based sauce, the Crispy Salsa Roja Snack Wrap is slathered with a thin, red tomato sauce that hints at having been stored next to a pepper in a past life.  I doubt those changes make any serious impact on their truly health-horrific offerings.  They certainly don't improve the taste of the food.  So what's the point?  Where is the payback, the whole "comfort" aspect of one of America's most recognized comfort foods?

I could continue, but thinking about today's McDonald's menu makes me sad.  Would it kill your mild "health cred" to offer ONE burger with bacon on it?  Christ, Wendy's offers one for the impressively-low price of 99 cents.  (Or is the Junior Bacon Cheeseburger one of the items whose price was bumped recently?  It may cost as much as THIRTY CENTS MORE now!)  Is there actually a cost to trying to offer "healthy" fast food?  Why is McDonald's falling so far behind in an arena where even the Triple-A teams compete?

Monday, October 13, 2008

Okay, so.

I think I'll be able to manage my time a bit better this week. I need to at least try. No neglecting this blog when I have ideas, no guest blogging elsewhere unless something awesome happens that deserves documentation.

How many times in your life have you met people that you're just naturally comfortable knowing? For a while, it seems like you try to find any excuse to see them because things ARE so easy, even not being "social" and just hanging around. It can easily lead to "new friend burnout" if you aren't careful.

V. and I tried to be careful, as did Lady J., but it wasn't long before J. and I stopped trying. I really didn't mean to see the woman every single day of the week past. I certainly didn't expect to sleep with her for all of them, either; in fact, one or two nights I tried to make platonic plans or to expressly have no plans at all. It just didn't work. Looking back, I'm glad it didn't.

Unfortunately, I think my attitude is changing slightly. I can feel myself not getting possessive, but anticipatory and expectant. I consider the possibility of hearing "no" a little less each day, and that's not good. I hope to adjust - I need to move away from the realm of expectancy and back to the realm of hope. Things are better there, more special.

Wish me luck.

Sunday, October 12, 2008


I know I've ignored you lately, little blog. I'm sorry, but I'm just having too much sex right now to stop by regularly.

Friday, October 10, 2008

Guest blogging!

A friend of mine has asked to be a regular guest on their blog!  :D

. . . I totally can't tell you which one, though, or where it is.  Sorry.

If you're in the know enough to have figured out whom I'm talking about, keep an eye out for my first entry on there.  ;)

Good things.

You're familiar with the phrase, "Man's reach exceeds his grasp"?  It's a lie.  Man's grasp exceeds his nerve.
It's strange.  I don't really believe that there's ever too much of a good thing.  However, I still worry that if I try to take too much, I'll suddenly find my hands empty.  Ridiculous.

Most of the time, thankfully, I can simply live in the moment and appreciate the good that I'm getting.  Try it sometime!

Tuesday, October 7, 2008

A Quick Realization:

Since I started my relationship with V., I have more sexual partners under my belt (so to speak) than I did in all the years before.  I don't think that's the sole reason our relationship is the longest and strongest I've ever had, but it sure doesn't hurt.

Sunday, October 5, 2008

An Open Letter to the Asian Girl in the Yellow Top:

You are beautiful.

There I was, sitting with a vodka cran and waiting for The Prestige to start at River Oaks last night.  Suddenly, you and a stream of your compatriots flooded the theater aisle and overtook the stage like a well-trained junta.  The watching crowd (all seven of us) sat in awe, awaiting the next move, wondering what this invasion portended.

The boom box came out.  The music began.  Youthful bodies in aerobic gear pumped and gyrated to the sound of Steve Winwood's voice and Eric Prydz's beat.

You immediately outshone the rest.  It was just of you to be in the front row, though you should have taken center stage.  While the others slogged through a practiced set of moves, you clearly meant them.  I felt each one of your eager pelvic thrusts, hungrily took in each of your gyrations with my eyes.  You were perfection in a yellow top, and I would have watched you all night.

Sadly, that was not to be.  It couldn't have been more than thirty seconds before the agents of the theater came crashing down on your display.  The music ended, and you and the rest of your troupe ran out of my life.  I can tell you, though, with firm conviction: you will never run out of my heart.

Thursday, October 2, 2008


I love my little brother.  He's a genuinely good, smart guy.  He's friendly and nice and would do a lot for people.  Right now he is overseas doing missionary work (which is why I can't link to his blog; the authorities over there aren't always kind).  He's involved in something he strongly believes will help people spiritually.

As such, it would be mighty awkward to go bragging to him about the hot date I had last night.  Sure, he'd try to be happy for me, but it's probably not as easy for him to wrap his head around the whole "live with, love, and raise child with one woman while dating other women" notion.

It's always been like that between us, really.  He was the good son and I was the rebellious son.  As such, I'm not sure how much he ever looked up to me after he was about eight or nine.  He's not the one who used to burn himself with cigarettes.  He never stole any of my girlfriends, and he was amazingly forgiving when I informed him one silly girl was more interested in me than in him.  He was never sent home from high school for wearing makeup and he never had an angry mob of students chase him at lunch. 

It's a little weird and slightly frustrating that I've never been able to share tales of my more interesting exploits with him.  Books and movies always stress the admiration younger siblings have for the older ones.  They paint a picture of boys growing into men and sharing the experiences at which life only hinted before.  I don't remember having much of that.  I know I'm happy with the things I've done and seen; I also know they're not always the sort of things my brother would enjoy.  We lead very different lives.

Adventures in Dating!

So, I took a friend of mine out on a date tonight.  We had a fun time, despite:
  • nearly missing the turn for the restaurant we wanted,
  • arriving to find that the Indian restaurant was decidedly NOT open,
  • doing a lot of circling to get to our second choice of eatery, and
  • spending the dinner under the watchful gaze of an androgynous, painted angel with a tuft of cloud on its helmet.
The food was pretty good, and the company was better.  I hope for more evenings like this one.