I am back. This will be my last post......for August of 2009. My posting has been sporadic and I have been busy in a good and productive way. All is good and getting better, that is what really matters.
What is new over the last 11 days? We are in the summer break homestrech. The Lad starts school in about a week. He starts middle school. Where did the time go? I just do not understand it. It is all good though.
It makes me remember when I started in grade 7 back in 1976. It is so similar and yet so different. I worry for the Lad, yet I find that I do not have much to worry about with him, so far. He is a good kid and that was born out when he was at camp. He is a glue kid. He is obviously sticky and as he runs through puberty that will only get worse, or stickier.
The Wife wants me to have the "masturbation" conversation with him. I am still waiting for my father to have that one with me. My mother tossed me a book on puberty and that was pretty much it. I mean, my dick is attached to me. It got hard, I played with it and ............ bang, I shot my load. A little strange, but it felt great, so I continued with it......to this day.....right now.....shit, the keys are getting stuck.
Well, I guess this is what passes for witty thought in my life. Pretty sad, huh? Well, it is time to celebrate the end of August with some drinking, so if you will excuse me, I will be back in September. Ciao!
Monday, August 31, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Asshole? C'est moi?
I am back. The sky is presently a sickly shade of grey-green. It is storming out there and the sky color, though not as ominous as that purple-grey sky, is still rather foreboding. There, I got "foreboding" in a sentence.
Well, the Wife's cousins and their kids are in from LA this month. The parents went off to Monte Carlo, so we were at the Wife's aunt's for dinner on Saturday and she was with her two granddaughters (ages 5 and 2). So I tell the girls that their parents might not come home. (It is true when you think about it)
Well, the screaming and the crying that began from there. I did say, "Jokes! Jokes!". Man, you would think that they would all get a sense of humor. Who knew they would react that way. If only they had listened to the whole story......or if I did not wait 2 minutes before telling them that I was only joking.
The funny part was that everybody was pissed at me for the rest of the evening. It was not as if it was my screaming and crying that ruined the evening. I did not shed a tear.
Ciao!
Well, the Wife's cousins and their kids are in from LA this month. The parents went off to Monte Carlo, so we were at the Wife's aunt's for dinner on Saturday and she was with her two granddaughters (ages 5 and 2). So I tell the girls that their parents might not come home. (It is true when you think about it)
Well, the screaming and the crying that began from there. I did say, "Jokes! Jokes!". Man, you would think that they would all get a sense of humor. Who knew they would react that way. If only they had listened to the whole story......or if I did not wait 2 minutes before telling them that I was only joking.
The funny part was that everybody was pissed at me for the rest of the evening. It was not as if it was my screaming and crying that ruined the evening. I did not shed a tear.
Ciao!
Thursday, August 06, 2009
John Hughes, I did not realize that you disappeared until you were dead.
I am back. Sad news today, well, John Hughes died today of a heart attack in New York. He was 59. We all remember him in the early 80s to the early 90s, writing and directing such classic comedies and films such as National Lampoon's Vacation, Sixteen Candles, Weird Science, The Breakfast Club, Uncle Buck, Only the Lonely, Home Alone and Ferris Beuller's Day Off. These were the films that broke John Cusack, Judd Nelson, Anthony Michael Hall and Molly Ringwald. In fact, I think that it was John Hughes who invented Molly Ringwald.
His roots in comedy and comedy writing go back to the National Lampoon magazine in the 70s. He wrote such classics as Vacation '59 (on which National Lampoon's Vacation was based), Christmas '59 (aka NatLamp's Christmas Vacation), My Penis (the story of a teenage girl who wakes up one morning to find that she has a penis..October 1978) and of course, My Vagina (the story of a teenage boy who wakes up to find that he has a vagina...April 1979). He also wrote many other things in the magazine, most of which were rather funny, not Chris Miller funny but funny nonetheless.
The odd thing is that he had not directed a film since 1991's "Curly Sue" with Jim Belushi. In some ways, that is the saddest swan song as a director. He did not write that much since then either. It was like he disappeared about 18 years ago. Then again, my life moved on, so I did not give him much thought, unless I was watching Weird Science, Sixteen Candles or a Home Alone movie.
It is sad that he is gone and then again, it is like Michael Jackson. The things that I enjoyed about him live on his work, both movies and magazines. They still exist in that format. I do not long for the present him as that really did not exist in my life, so it all works for me and that is all that really matters.
Ciao, bitches!
His roots in comedy and comedy writing go back to the National Lampoon magazine in the 70s. He wrote such classics as Vacation '59 (on which National Lampoon's Vacation was based), Christmas '59 (aka NatLamp's Christmas Vacation), My Penis (the story of a teenage girl who wakes up one morning to find that she has a penis..October 1978) and of course, My Vagina (the story of a teenage boy who wakes up to find that he has a vagina...April 1979). He also wrote many other things in the magazine, most of which were rather funny, not Chris Miller funny but funny nonetheless.
The odd thing is that he had not directed a film since 1991's "Curly Sue" with Jim Belushi. In some ways, that is the saddest swan song as a director. He did not write that much since then either. It was like he disappeared about 18 years ago. Then again, my life moved on, so I did not give him much thought, unless I was watching Weird Science, Sixteen Candles or a Home Alone movie.
It is sad that he is gone and then again, it is like Michael Jackson. The things that I enjoyed about him live on his work, both movies and magazines. They still exist in that format. I do not long for the present him as that really did not exist in my life, so it all works for me and that is all that really matters.
Ciao, bitches!
Tuesday, August 04, 2009
Boy George? Am I a sick fuck or what!
I am back. It is August. I would say that summer is coming to an end (can I be more early on that call?) but we really have not had a traditional summer around these parts. I have not had the air conditioner on for very long this summer. It has been cooler than normal and certainly wetter. It is not so much the amount of rain but the fact that there seems to be a shower at least every other day. At least, with the dry summers, the grass dries out, stops growing and I do not have to mow it. Now, the green stuff grows and I have to mow. It is all the worse because I am mowing moist grass, too. Then again, I am not kicking up as much dirt.
I forgot to mention something last week. I am, again, into to some bad television. I have been watching "Dating in the Dark" on ABC. They have 3 guys and 3 girls and they get to know each other in a dark room. Eventually, after forming some form of a relationship, they reveal what the people look like to the other. They then can choose to meet the other for another date or leave. It is a stupid premise but I like gawking at the folks.
Anyway, I watched the first episode last week (there were two on yesterday, but I could only stand to watch one, I do have some standards, low they may be) and was struck by something. One of the girls looked a bit like Boy George. The funny thing is that she looked like Boy George cross-dressing or dressed in a more male fashion. I am sorry but that right there is a deal breaker for me. I COULD NOT date any woman that looks like Boy George.
Think about it. If she was blowing me, I could only think that I was getting blown by Boy George (not a turn on in my world, if that is how you roll, more power to you). If I was fucking her vaginally, it would like fucking Boy George (see above for the same comment), fucking her anally would, of course, be like fucking Boy George up the ass, well except for the fact that I believe (they did not show it) she has lady "parts". Of course, the final act of depravity would be having her put on the strap-on and then it would really like I was getting fucked by Boy George. Not EVER going to happen.
You see what I mean about that being a deal-breaker? Now, run along and keep that mental image in your head of fucking, or being fucked if you are so inclined, by Boy George. Ciao!
I forgot to mention something last week. I am, again, into to some bad television. I have been watching "Dating in the Dark" on ABC. They have 3 guys and 3 girls and they get to know each other in a dark room. Eventually, after forming some form of a relationship, they reveal what the people look like to the other. They then can choose to meet the other for another date or leave. It is a stupid premise but I like gawking at the folks.
Anyway, I watched the first episode last week (there were two on yesterday, but I could only stand to watch one, I do have some standards, low they may be) and was struck by something. One of the girls looked a bit like Boy George. The funny thing is that she looked like Boy George cross-dressing or dressed in a more male fashion. I am sorry but that right there is a deal breaker for me. I COULD NOT date any woman that looks like Boy George.
Think about it. If she was blowing me, I could only think that I was getting blown by Boy George (not a turn on in my world, if that is how you roll, more power to you). If I was fucking her vaginally, it would like fucking Boy George (see above for the same comment), fucking her anally would, of course, be like fucking Boy George up the ass, well except for the fact that I believe (they did not show it) she has lady "parts". Of course, the final act of depravity would be having her put on the strap-on and then it would really like I was getting fucked by Boy George. Not EVER going to happen.
You see what I mean about that being a deal-breaker? Now, run along and keep that mental image in your head of fucking, or being fucked if you are so inclined, by Boy George. Ciao!
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