Month: November 2004

Gorg’d with the Dearest Morsel

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You have gorg’d me with the dearest morsel of the earth! Quickly, my love! These bonds excite me to a fever’s pitch but I fear me that the Lady will soon be wanting her petticoats back! Strike me sharply Emil, afore I think you effeminate! Ah, let your fingers play and twine in the young […]

    You have gorg’d me with the dearest morsel of the earth!

    Quickly, my love! These bonds excite me to a fever’s pitch but I fear me that the Lady will soon be wanting her petticoats back!

    Strike me sharply Emil, afore I think you effeminate!

    Ah, let your fingers play and twine in the young tendrils of silky down that cover’d the very seat of my womanhood!

Damn, that’s pretty funny.

It’s the Victorian Sex Cry Generator.

(Thanks to Aphrodite at ErosBlog for the find. I love those folks at ErosBlog)

Dirty Fantasies about Wonkette

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I wanna go to this, “A free-for-all discussion on the role of blogs and politics featuring Wonkette’s Ana Marie Cox, which is being held at a bar, Porter’s Dining Saloon. Alas, said bar is in Washington DC, and I’m here in the very left edge (physically and politically) of the country. But I have to […]

I wanna go to this, “A free-for-all discussion on the role of blogs and politics featuring Wonkette’s Ana Marie Cox, which is being held at a bar, Porter’s Dining Saloon. Alas, said bar is in Washington DC, and I’m here in the very left edge (physically and politically) of the country.

But I have to admit. I want to go because I want to 1) drink with Wonkette, 2) hit on Wonkette, and 3) take Wonkette her back to my hotel room and fuck her brains out.

I’m trying to decide if this happened before or after it was discovered that Wonkette and Elastigirl where Separated at birth.

MyMoronosphere

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EDIT: This was broken for a while, I fixed it. Yahoo changed something. The RSS functionality on My Yahoo is in beta so that’s not a surprise. This should be working now, but if not, let me know. I just figured out how to get this to work. Get The Moronosphere on MyYahoo by clicking […]

EDIT: This was broken for a while, I fixed it. Yahoo changed something. The RSS functionality on My Yahoo is in beta so that’s not a surprise.

This should be working now, but if not, let me know.

I just figured out how to get this to work.

Get The Moronosphere on MyYahoo by clicking here: Add to My Yahoo!

I get Slashdot, Wonkette, BoingBoing, and a couple of other sites this way. It’s pretty cool.

So many blogs, so little time

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It seems the more I wander around the blogosphere the more I add to the list of blogs I like and want to follow. And of course I can’t even begin to keep up.

It seems the more I wander around the blogosphere the more I add to the list of blogs I like and want to follow. And of course I can’t even begin to keep up.

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Turds and Treasure

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Trying to take this all in I’ve got one, two, three, four, five Senses working overtime Trying to tell the difference ‘tween the goods and grime Turds and treasure And there’s one, two, three, four, five Senses working overtime –XTC, ‘Senses Working Overtime’ Turds and Treasure. That’s the phrase that’s been kicking in my head […]

Trying to take this all in
I’ve got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to tell the difference
‘tween the goods and grime
Turds and treasure
And there’s one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
–XTC, ‘Senses Working Overtime’

Turds and Treasure. That’s the phrase that’s been kicking in my head since I dug into someone’s collection of Prog Rock nuggets here.

I assume we’ve all done it. Pulled out some music, (or even something other than music but let’s limit it for now) that we once liked, and listened with excitement and trepidation. Will it still be good? Will it still have what it had? Will I like it anyway?

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Motivation, lack thereof

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Damn. I keep trying to write something. Any damned thing. After last week’s flurry of passion and anger, I just can’t seem to find it. I have entries started – one on books I’m reading or have recently read, one on halloween and how it’s changed since I was a kid, and another goofing on […]

Damn.

I keep trying to write something. Any damned thing. After last week’s flurry of passion and anger, I just can’t seem to find it.

I have entries started – one on books I’m reading or have recently read, one on halloween and how it’s changed since I was a kid, and another goofing on the stupid “self-review” process corporations put us through in the yearly performance review cycle. I even have one in the back of my skull about prog rock, about going back to find the turds-and-treasure of music I used to listen to.

I can’t seem to get through any of them though.

I only seem to be motivated by two things right now; anger, and sex. I’m tired of writing angry tirades about politics, I’m already bored with that until I can figure a target. And while I can, in theory, re-direct anger into sex, I can’t seem to get motivated by writing it. I don’t want to talk about sex right now, I just want to have it.

I can easily visualize the things I’d like to be doing. The spankings I could be giving, the ass-pounding sweat-soaked fucking I could be giving someone. The bites and scratches I’d like to get and give. The permanent marks I’d like to leave behind.

Yeah, that wakes me from my stupor. But I try to write it down, describe it, and… It’s gone. Not the wants and desires and passions, those are so very still here. But any desire to write it goes away, I’m non-verbal and just thinking through red haze.

It’s a bit frustrating. There’s good stuff in my head, I could be doing something creative. The cloud of love and rage and sex and violence could yield something interesting. But all I can find is a loud buzzing and grinding noise and no words.

I need to find something to do with this energy. It’s a dark scary sort of energy. I need to make it useful.

Prog!

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Your future is managed And your freedom’s a joke You don’t know the difference As you put on the yoke The less that you know The more you fall into place A cog in the wheel There is no soul in your face Oh, lord. I just found a shared music folder (iTunes has this […]

Your future is managed
And your freedom’s a joke
You don’t know the difference
As you put on the yoke

The less that you know
The more you fall into place
A cog in the wheel
There is no soul in your face

Oh, lord. I just found a shared music folder (iTunes has this cool ability to share music on a local network, so I get my co-workers iTunes libraries if they turn this on) with a vast library of seventies prog-rock.

Sometimes you just find the thing you need to improve your mood.

I’m delightedly listening to fucking Kansas as I write my yearly self-review. More on that stupidity in a minute, or possibly another entry. But — Kansas. One of the great stupid prog bands of all time. Great players, christian message that we all missed when we were all teenagers (Or we would not have listened to them). Dumb, dumb lyrics. The kind of band all the boys loved, and all our girlfriends hated. I can’t remember how many times I sat in the family room doing endless bong hits and playing Kansas as loud as our stereo could go.

Do they suck? I can’t honestly tell anymore. I know I bought Lefoverture recently and hated it, but now, listening to Masque and Point of Know Return, I feel nothing but glee. The cheesey organ, the dual lead guitars, rock fiddle, Phil Ehart’s under-rated drumming (He was one of the best drummers on the genre, and I never hear his name anymore). God, I loved this band. I can’t evaluate it any more, too much nostalgia value.

I can’t wait to see what else is in this cat’s library. All sorts of bands I used to love but have not listened to in decades. I have a feeling I’ll be posting more about stupid Prog bands I loved.