Archives For July 2003

but this is damn near ridiculous.

it’s a little after 10pm and i’ve been asleep since 3pm and i think the only thing that got my ass out of bed is hunger. it’s been an hour since i started this post, but i got sidetracked by dead lilke me on showtime. i like television, i particularly like stuff that’s well written with witty banter. which doesn’t explain my love of charmed and the other trite shit, that i tend to watch.
i guess it’s how my mind works, same sort of diverse tastes in music and reading material. i was on an 80s binge earlier today but i’m a little ‘pop’-ed out right now, dug into the archives and came up the first metallica album, it’s interesting to see the development. speaking of which i heard the first single the other day. bleech. i could see why they want to keep the album format [there is a story about that online somewhere, go find it, i’m feeling lazy], that single sucks ass [badly with teeth], that shit would never sell on it’s own.
wait, what am i saying? this is the same world that’s foisted backstreet and n’syc on us. which brings me to another thought, how manufactured are these pop acts, i mean isn’t there one in every generation?
every generation has a popular mainstream act, a mainstream act, that used to be underground sensation, an underground sensation, that’s just ripe to go mainstream… you get the general idea or am i just cynical and paranoid from working in advertising.
and on the subject of being paranoid and advertising [aren’t segues wonderful], found this guardian online article about trading on fear.

although i had a seven hour nap, i should get some sleep i’m supposed to go kayaking with the RSH in the morning, although i haven’t heard from her for the day.

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i love saturdays like this, i watched kids wb, i watched cartoon network and then i watched on of the most surreal pieces of programming on tv – invader zim.

is it me or is the adult content of saturday morning cartoons been cranked up a notch. actually most children’s programming or is it just the vice in my adult mind? even sesame street, well the one we watched as children [let’s see; showing my age here; between ‘78 – ‘86] there was so much subtext. i watched an episode recently, it’s so pc, it’s just boring. actually i find a lot of the education programming goes so out of the way to be pc, it just sucks the element of fun out of it. there are all these in jokes and subtext in the generally programming and most of it appears directed to adults. i guess it’s an attempt to make these animated series family viewing.

in more news of the surreal, somewhere between getting my hair neatened and my sheer exuberance at vic’s impending arrival, i seemed to have turned into… dare i say it… a looker? – people are staring, i’m getting compliments. vic think i’m sexy but she loves and she married me, so she’s baised. i’m stunned, i’ve never really considered myself much of a looker, i’m comfortable with who i am, but i guess i think i have more of my share of troll days than most people.  i’m trying to demur and take them graciously, but the sheer volume just has me somewhat overwhelmed. i mean, i was getting salacious looks at AD last night, which is uncommonly rare for me. i do not fit the profile, i’m not effeminate, i’m not a hard body, not by any stretch of the imagination and i don’t behave particularly slutty. [* there is an aside here, i’ll get to it in a moment]

i’m not accustomed to the attention and at heart i’m antisocial. i remember when i was about 10 not wanting to go somewhere with my mother and coming up with all sorts of [what i thought to be, then] brilliant excuses. my mother accused me of being antisocial, i think she right. for my friends i’ll do almost anything to help and defend them to the end, but for the general public and large masses of people, i tend not to be too kosher about [that’s putting it mildly]. which makes me wonder how i got through all those carnivals and how i make friends exactly.
hmmm, this could be why i like the internet, i can make friends without interacting with the unwashed masses and generally online conversations take some degree of cerebral stimulation, which is a major selling point for me.

*[insert aside here] i’ve realised between the pride fete and last nights adventures, i can’t lead when i’m dancing, it’s strange, i can dance on my own, i can wine back, but the concept of directing someone else’s movements is foreign to me. just wanted to make that observation. fin.

ok, we’ve come to the end of another of keifel’s long ass post.
thank you for playing.

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after last nights adventures, i’m easing my way into the day:

Sexy Saturday either ors (from faymow):

1. Oral or Vaginal?
is this giving or receiving? what am i saying, i’m orally fixated. duh

2. Hour long sweat session or quickie?
it all depends but next week we get to try out all the possibilities.

3. Missionary or Doggie?
variety is the spice of life, going to do it all next week, too. but honestly i prefer missionary or positions where i can see vic face.

the saturday scruples courtesy girlunderway:

1.  Angry neighbors are beating up a man they caught sexually assaulting a girl. Do you try to stop them?
hmmmm, morally dilemma… i would probably want to join in, but i’d call the police first. i would try to reason with them til the police got there.

2.  Your current sweetheart confesses that s/he financed college by working as a prostitute. Do you end the relationship?
why? one of the things that make people interesting is the experiences that shape them. and who am i to judge anyone.

3.  Your 12-year-old son asks you to rent a PLAYBOY video for him. Do you?
no, it’s not age appropriate. and besides it sends the wrong symbols about sexuality, there is enough stuff in the library for him to read.

well this took longer than expected, i suppose it’s because i’m watching tv. i’m going to get some food, i’ll be back

any evening out with the rude shameless hussy [as she to be henceforth called] is always entertaining. and tonight was no exception. i had a blast from sitting outside subway talking complete and utter shit, to getting all hot and sweaty in ad with our travelling companions.

the rude shameless hussy title has a tale but it’s 3:36am and i’m exhausted. sufficed to say, that we were abandonded by RSH for over an hour [that’s the rude part] for a woman she’s had the hots for a while [the shameless hussy part], more of this tale will be posted in related blogs [people you know who you are].

i’m off to bed.

oh before i go, in a moment of true internet surrealism – the email vic sent telling me that she’d be late, two nights ago arrived sometime tonight. go figure.

but all of that is irrelevant, this time next week, vic will be safely in my arms.

so goodnight and a fond adieu to you and you and you.

how hard are these words to say? i used to believe that trinidad had no customer service [i don’t doubt it] but i’ve come to realise that the problem is that trinidadians are just fucking ill mannered.
i don’t want to believe i’m special, because my friends and their children are polite. yeah, we can be fucked up with people we don’t like, but common courtesies come easy to us.
why is it so hard for other people, you get into a taxi a simple good day would suffice. no, hardly ever happen, people bounce into you in the street and look as if they want to beat you.
it wasn’t always like this, i’m sure. the fact that i have manners is indicates that  i learned it somewhere.
well not somewhere, my mother taught me well, there are things i still don’t do reflexively. is this what is missing? is this why we have all these ruffians and our out of control crime situation?

can our national crisis be solved with good manners?

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cmon sing it with me. vic is going to be here in one more week. woo hoo.

around this time next friday she’ll be leaving on her plane leaving nashville for miami. i’m just so excited, i can barely contain myself. i was up at the crack of dawn [who is this dawn and why is crack available to everyone? is it addictive?]

i’m babbling, which in some people is attractive, but i’m not sure if i like it in myself, i’m skimming throught my itunes library pondering what to listen to while i check the usual spots, pondering about my cash flow, cheques i have to pick up. how much cash i’ll need by next week friday.

it’s friday, so here is your friday five:

1. Do you remember your first best friend? Who was it? i do. a guy called kevin

2. Are you still in touch with this person?no, haven’t seen him for about 2 years but we’d drifted apart long before that

3. Do you have a current close friend? yes, i do

4. How did you become friends with this person? almost half a lifetime ago i wanted her to be my girlfriend, i was successful, we got married, that didn’t work out, but somewhere along the line we regained our friendship

5. Is there a friend from your past that you wish you were still in contact with? Why?  can’t think of anyone off hand. i tend to do my best to keep up with my friends, so if i’m not in contact, well…

that’s done. still pretty hyper. i don’t have to go directly to work this morning. i have to go to a supplier to check on a job and approve it, hoping to drag that out as long as possible, i don’t feel like being cooped up today, i want to be out and about. really i just want to be with vic, i miss her so much. it’s started raining, not a drizzle but a downpour, i hope this continues next week, all of next week. mmmmmmmmmm.

is there anything more sensuous, than laying in bed with your love, the rain drumming on your roof? god, i want vic here, NOW!

i’ve been looking for these lyrics for a few days now. and  in the same place i found this:

We got the afternoon
You got this room for two
One thing I’ve left to do
Discover me
Discovering you

One mile to every inch of
Your skin like porcelain
One pair of candy lips and
Your bubblegum tongue

And if you want love
We’ll make it
Swimming a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break ‘em
This is bound to be a while

Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I’ll use my hands)
Your body Is a wonderland

Something ‘bout the way your hair falls in your face
I love the shape you take when crawling towards the pillowcase
You tell me where to go and
Though I might leave to find it
I’ll never let your head hit the bed
Without my hand behind it

you want love?
We’ll make it
Swimming a deep sea
Of blankets
Take all your big plans
And break ‘em
This is bound to be a while

Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I’ll use my hands)
Your body Is a wonderland

Damn baby
You frustrate me
I know you’re mine all mine all mine
But you look so good it hurts sometimes

Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonder (I’ll use my hands)
Your body Is a wonderland
Your body is a wonderland

how true this is, i love you victoria.

wow, this has turned into a marathon post. time for me to go get ready. i’ll be back later.

food & sex:

“…anybody who doesn’t absolutely, totally and unconditionally enjoy food, cannot possibly enjoy sex.”  — Shobhaa De, Upper Crust Magazine, India (something vic and i agree on completely)

the synchronicity archives (like dark side of the moon and wizard of oz)

for defiant mike’s birthday – the best comic book cover site

yoda travels to ireland [someone with too much time on their hands, try to catch it now, before lucas gets wind of it.]

i had more, but i want to talk to my wife and i’m tired, so i bid you adieu.

btw after some fierce battling, i won my game of monopoly. [it’s not so easy to beat an intelligent, shrewd, determined 10 year old, especially my mercenary daughter. i love her so much.]

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well not just today’s. i’ve been rather lax for the last couple of days so bear with me, i’ve got a lot of links to post.

please stand by…

let’s start here –

1. nerve has started posting a collection of sexual related links from the world wide weird, it’s called the scanner and the first offerings are a doozy.

2. more excerpts from em & lo’s new book – this time they wax poetic on the g-spot and female ejaculation

3. Sextablos: Works on Metal, “a book featuring 60 artists from New York, Seattle and Chicago exploring the issues and taboos of sex, created using the format of Mexican Retablo painting.

4. a couple of interesting blogs:

the rules of blogging as told by the reverse cowgirl

dirty whore’s first time

and the bazima chronicles which i discovered sometime ago and then promptly never went back to, why i can’t imagine.

5. one of the most entertaining sports headlines ever written (how ever you chose to read it)

whew. time for a pause, i haven’t even gotten to metafilter yet. i’ll be back later, need all my wits to try and outmanoeuvre my daughter in monopoly.

get here for the 7:30 meeting and no one is here.

it’s raining. oh dear, no one is going to make it to work on time. sigh. i love the rain, i hope this keeps up for vic visit, it’s going to be lovely to wake up next to her in the pouring rain. hot and wet. what more can you ask for.

so i should be doing something productive while i wait for everyone to show up but screw that, i got this animaniacs quiz from satchmo:





Which Animaniacs Character are You?


You have megalomaniacal impulses regularly.  That’s not necessarily a bad thing, however, as you have the cranial capacity of a small planet.  Trying to take over the world is hard work, though, and you’re not above exploiting your lessers.  Even now, you have a plan that’s being enacted which will pitch the world’s economy into turmoil, leaving the floodgates of trade exposed for the sole owner of stock in the Pets.com © company!  You are en route to taking over the world!

Oh, and you ARE pondering what I’m pondering.



Click here to see my Livejournal.

and now to work. adieu.

knight rider-esque

July 10, 2003 — Leave a comment

i should be ashamed, i should also be on my way to work.

but here’s my result: