Just For Fun

Thought those who read my blog might enjoy a little humor. so… here.

Arthur’s Return

Okay, I’ve been absent long enough. And I’m going to be posting a bunch.

Hopefully enough that you’ll forgive me for being absent around Thanksgiving.

Also hopefully, I’ll be able to figure out the darned delayed posting thingummie that wordpress (so thoughtfully) provides in time, and make it so you guys don’t notice my absence… erm.. well, except for the fact that I just… um… told you. Just now.

*slaps himself a la Gibbs*

P.S. – That last bit owes itself to a nifty little show called NCIS, a guilty pleasure for anyone of refined taste, but well worth it anyway for the cast. The cast has an amazing amount of chemistry for being in yet another csi rip-off, and the characters are so well realized that one wishes that NCIS had been the first, and not CSI.

P.P.S. Ms. Christie – If you don’t approve of my use of your work, feel free to let me know and I will immediately remove the image from my site. I’m using it more to illustrate a point than anything, and yours was the best image I could find for doing so.

Vaycay

New posts soon… just have a birthday I have to attend ^^ and it’s an important guy, so … But I’ll do a new post as soon as I can, so bear with me. Love to you all.

Stephen Fry is a wonderful guy!

Mr. Fry, you're staring at me... It's making me a bit uncomfortable...

Look, I know I’m biased. I’m gay, an Anglophile, and an atheist… not to mention passingly fond of good acting, tasteful and well-turned phraseology, and cunning, cutting, catty humour.

All that said, well… I adore Stephen Fry. He’s one of the few people who give me hope. Hope that intelligent people have not completely disappeared from public view. Hope that more brave and daring people like him will stand up to speak for what is right and just, against that which is hypocritical and false. Hope that I, bipolar, gay, and atheist though I am, might yet have some sort of positive effect on this wondrous world we live in.

Mr. Fry, I salute you.

To learn more about Stephen Fry, you can go to these sites, and I highly recommend that you do ^^

Stephen Fry’s official site, created and maintained by himself and… someone else… ^^

Stephen Fry’s Wikipedia entry

Stephen Fry’s Internet Movie DataBase page

 

 

 

And an example for those of you who haven’t seen him in action… culled from many, many examples, and not by far the best, but simply the one I chose. ^^

 

NSFW

Hiya. Yeah, this isn’t gonna be a safe for work post. But I figure the Int0rnets is for porn, soo…

I love  me sum X-Tube. it roxxors. I used to spend hours on the net, trying to find good porn, or a good personals site. I’d still orgasm, but I would regularly fail to find either.

Xtube is both.

I almost never go anywhere else for pron these days, except when I’m looking for drawn pr0ns (ychan, 99chan)…

and believe me, it’s also proof that whatever fetish you like, somebody else is making porn of it, and whatever kind of person you’re attracted to, somebody like that is looking for somebody like you. I’ve got a fairly specific fetish (chubby boys between eighteen and twenty four or so, not too hairy, but not shaved, smart and with good smiles… the list goes on, and some of the things I look for are pretty embarrassing, so….) … I have eighty-five friends on xtube, about seventy-three of whom fit my preferences, to the point of being an eight to a ten on a ten point scale of hottness. ^^

I’ve even been approached for everything from a one-night stand, all the way through a weekend orgy with four other guys, to a full on relationship. One guy wanted me to fly out to his hotel on the east coast and spend a weekend fulfilling all of our darkest and most secret desires… room and board paid for, of course. And he was hot!

I’m not used to people thinking I’m sexy. I’m twenty-eight, balding, and overweight, and I’m not exactly the cute kind of chubby.

Granted, I’m in a relationship. And it’s a good one. I’m pretty sure that he’s, you know… the one. Now I just have to make sure not to fuck it all up. *crosses fingers* wish me luck… lol.

SO of course I can’t and won’t be taking the offers up, and have changed my profile to reflect my new status. But the pron, my gods, the PR0N!!!

and it’s nice to have a social network of people who have the same interests as you, who don’t look at you funny for, I don’t know, wanting to suck on life-size inflatable rubber dolphin flippers, or whatever.

Check it out (if you aren’t at work, school, or a public setting)… become a member (it’s free, and doesn’t require any kind of credit info) … and see what kinky awesome hot little beasties we hoomanns can be!

Veteran’s Day

Thank you to all the people who, to paraphrase the words of Gen. George S. Patton, made the other poor dumb bastard die for his country.

And thank you to all the people who fought, in or out of uniform, for peace, sense, and freedoms.

The Euphemism

I saw this article on the straight dope (http://www.thestraightdope.com)…

Unfortunately, the straight dope staffers (and Cecil, one of the most impressive web authors I’ve read, mostly for his and his staffers’ extreme dedication to the facts) are, as usual, right. We call it many things, from shithouse to sanitary closet all the way to ‘the necessary’ … but we don’t have a neutral, emotion- and euphemism- free word for it. Would that we did. As it is, I think the best I’ve seen so far are:

The Facilities - I know that Mr. Adams (and/or his staff, i.e. Dex) think this is “A nice, formal, polite way around the problem.” For myself, I think it sounds almost workingman formal, rough edges and common civility to boot. It has a nice sound, though. And it’s honest, if polite, about it.

Lavatory – I have a hard-on for Old Latin (as opposed to Church Latin) … the purer the better. Although I have to admit, I kind of like the sound of  ‘lav’ … but never ‘lavvy.’

Privy – It means secluded, private, secret… Isn’t that pretty much what we as a people, in practice, desire? A secret place to go, hidden away from the world, where we can bury our waste by moonlight, or some such?

It seems that part of the process of becoming a first world nation entails being disgusted with your own natural processes (hell, even that’s a verbal dodge). I can’t think of a single first world nation that doesn’t have a privacy/ickyness taboo on human fecal matter.

Of course there is a survival benefit to that, considering the bacteria involved, and the wastes – stuff we’re trying to actually get rid of, thank you very much. As I speak I can feel the taboo creeping over me, making me disgusted with myself for talking about it, much less daring to challenge the convention. And maybe that’s best.

But maybe it isn’t, too.

Hmm. waste elimination location? A little boring and mechanical, but… maybe if we shortened it, to WEL?

Nah.

Football vs. Baseball vs. Sanity

I just went to my first football game. Ever.

Now that your shock has subsided a bit (I know, it’s amazing that a gay, overweight, counterculture gamer-geek should make it to adulthood without going, right? such a shocker), I’ll go on.

I’ve been to many a baseball event (go Mariners, Rah, Rah, etc.), and… well… there wasn’t anything there to pull me in. In short, it’s golf for Nascar fans; inbred and testosterone pumped, but dull and lifeless just the same.

I nearly lost my sanity at the football game. It was Seahawks v. Lions, home game for the hawks.

In just the first quarter it was 17-0 Lions, my left ear was almost permanently deaf from my asshole seat-neighbor, who came alone and insisted on yelling “gooooo hawks…” at five second intervals (although it always sounded like he was saying, “go Hannn” … I wondered if he might be talking about one of the players for a while), my rear was aching from the uncomfortable chair, my back was in pain, my lips were chapped, there wasn’t a smoking area in the entire place (and if you leave after kickoff you can’t come back in), I couldn’t find a water fountain to save my life, and I had been subjected to enough pro-armed forces propaganda to make even Goebbels go, alright! enough, already!

I was in love.

There was a magic and energy to everything that happened. Even when we were losing, the crowd would roar support and encouragement, and the team seemed to thrive on it… as if the whole 12th man bull really were true.

I was kept on the edge of my seat right up until the time we left, when the score was 22-17, Seahawks. My dad looked at me, and said,”They’ve got it in the bag. Let’s go.”

As we were waiting at 5th and Jackson for our bus, some ten blocks or so from the stadium, we kept hearing the susurrus of cheering, loud as an ocean wave from the tide-line.

My dad and I heard on the bus that the Hawks had won handily, by an eight point difference, at 33-25 final score.

I’m still not a big fan of sports in general, especially on television.

And if you have baseball or basketball tickets, you can find someone else to go with.

But if you want to go lose your mind at a football game…

I don’t care who’s playing who.

I don’t care what level it’s at.

I’m in.

Vacation…

I know I’m only in my second week or so of writing this blog, but… welll.. I kinda posted extra content a bunch so you guys wouldn’t feel too ripped off when I took a day (or two, or three) off. Because I’m like that. I love all the people who give my site hits, of course. Real life, however, is somewhat more important. And anyone who disagrees with that particular statement needs to go outside and get some fresh air, before the dungeon-rot sets in for good.

I’m serious. I will set aside this blog if real life demands it. for instance, I’ve had several medical appointments which have already messed with my post times, and then this weekend I took my boyfriend (yes I has one nao) to a halloween bash *none of which will be reported herein; there are people involved who might have reputations ruined if their names or the stories got to sensitive ears, lol* – the point is that life is too important to waste ALL of sitting in front of a screen. Luh you all ^^

Pandora, the best thing for music since the electric guitar!

Bitch was right ^^ open the damned box!

Yup.
I went there.

And don’t say a word, I know what you’re thinking… ‘What about the synthesizer, the vocoder, the CD… the mp3??‘ and all I have to say is…

Shut up.
Shhh. Look, the synthesizer was mostly about replicating sounds created elsewhere and making it easy for anyone who could punch keys to make music. That’s not how it turned out, but that was the intention, and they failed utterly. And if they had succeeded… *shudders*

Imagine your eight-year old brother getting lauded for his emotionally moving masterpiece titled ‘My Brother Sucks And I Hate Chores’.

So the synthesizer is out.

The vocoder is there to make people who can’t sing, sing… the same objection applies. except this time it works. Look at my post on Symphony of Science if you don’t believe me…

Numbers three and four are easy. The CD is a nice format, but has its drawbacks, and really didn’t revolutionize much. and the MP3 allows millions of people all over the world to stiff the artists and labels who produce the music… so F**k the Mp3…

Which brings me to Pandora. It’s basically radio with a brain. I know there have been attempts in the past, but this one actually works.

Type in a few artists, albums, or songs, and you’re off… I’ve discovered so much music I never even knew existed, music that places like iTunes and Amazon, comprehensive as they are, don’t have… and there have been very few times that a song has not been what I want out of the station I created. It’s actually a little creepy.

Beyond that, Pandora is a creation of the Music Genome Project. The Music Genome Project seeks to understand music and clarify what makes some music differentfrom other music, as well as what makessome music similar.

The project is about typifying and indexing the DNA of music. Who better to create a radio site dedicated to finding the music similar to what you said you liked? ^^

Oh, by the way, here’s the website, and a link:  http://www.pandora.com/