Author: elvis

New Toys for Big Kids

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So, I have this iSight web cam. And I never use it, even though, you know, you’d think I would. But I just download a new application that’s simply too much fun – PhotoBooth. I’ve been playing with this all day, when I should be working on my stupid self-assessment for my stupid review. But […]

So, I have this iSight web cam. And I never use it, even though, you know, you’d think I would.

But I just download a new application that’s simply too much fun – PhotoBooth.

I’ve been playing with this all day, when I should be working on my stupid self-assessment for my stupid review. But this is far, far more entertaining. It has a set of funhouse-mirror sort of effects that are just fucked up.

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Body Circle Sale

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Body Circle Jewelry – my favorite maker of piercing jewelry, and damn fine people – are having their winter 20% off everything sale. All sorts of good things to be had. This is when I order the 14k jewelry, like the 8ga gold ring I have in my right ear: (Suddenly I have ‘Radar Love‘ […]

Body Circle Jewelry – my favorite maker of piercing jewelry, and damn fine people – are having their winter 20% off everything sale.

All sorts of good things to be had. This is when I order the 14k jewelry, like the 8ga gold ring I have in my right ear:

Golden Earring

(Suddenly I have ‘Radar Love‘ stuck in my head. I’ve been drivin’ all night, my hand’s wet on the wheel – There’s a voice in my head that drives my heel…)

I’d really like to replace all my piercing jewelry with gold, including the nipples, but the nipples are nowhere near healed yet, plus I dunno what size I’ll want it ’em when they’re healed (10g most likely). But I’m at least gonna get another ring for that right ear to match the one I have.

Body Circle make really good quality jewelry, they’re really easy to deal with, and tend to ship stuff out quickly. I love these people.

Sale runs through November, so this is also a good xmas shopping opportunity.

Suffocated?

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Lord. Why? They don’t even have the real answers on this like, my head will explode or I’ll die during a dangerous sex act. Suffocated 93% Stabbed 93% Gunshot 73% Posion 73% Cut Throat 67% Accident 60% Suicide 60% Disappear 53% Bomb 40% Drowning 33% Eaten 33% Natural Causes 13% Disease 7% How Will You […]

Lord. Why?

They don’t even have the real answers on this like, my head will explode or I’ll die during a dangerous sex act.

Suffocated
93%

Stabbed
93%

Gunshot
73%

Posion
73%

Cut Throat
67%

Accident
60%

Suicide
60%

Disappear
53%

Bomb
40%

Drowning
33%

Eaten
33%

Natural Causes
13%

Disease
7%

How Will You Die??
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domain monkeys

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I’m monkeying with my domains – changing dns from zoneedit to a local nameserver and so forth – so if you have any trouble getting to any of the moronosphere.com blogs (or editiong your own blog if you’re one of the bloggers I host), it should be temporary. Why? Just because I can. Ok, I […]

I’m monkeying with my domains – changing dns from zoneedit to a local nameserver and so forth – so if you have any trouble getting to any of the moronosphere.com blogs (or editiong your own blog if you’re one of the bloggers I host), it should be temporary.

Why? Just because I can.

Ok, I got all my domains (well, almost all my domains) migrated to my local dns servers from zoneedit. Zoneedit has some nice features (The ability to do mail forwards easily), but I got tired of getting bills for zones I didn’t have. I’m now using local nameservers hosted by the good folks at ThePlanet

I also registered several variants on my domain name, moronosphere.com – .net, .org, etc. Why not, I figured. They’re not all live yet, but eventually they’ll all forward to here, at least until I have reason to maintain more than one site. I’m finding the whole domain hosting thing very entertaining; I think something like Globe of Frogs and five minutes, a few clicks, and a small payment, it’s GlobeofFrogs.com, just like that.

Of course then I think, why’d I register that. But whattaya gonna do, sometimes you just can’t help it. It’s kind of a caps for sale thing. You Monkeys You!

Tsunami of Spam

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I’m suddenly getting a lot more comment spam slipping past my spam filter so I just switched on comment moderation. You’ll get a note saying your comment needs to wait on approval (but that sexual favors offered should speed this approval process). But please, comment early, comment often. Show me the love. Me Love You […]

I’m suddenly getting a lot more comment spam slipping past my spam filter so I just switched on comment moderation. You’ll get a note saying your comment needs to wait on approval (but that sexual favors offered should speed this approval process).

But please, comment early, comment often. Show me the love. Me Love You Long Time.

Ground Beef Panties

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Ok, this is too fucking funny. WASHINGTON (Reuters) – Quaker Maid Meats Inc. on Tuesday said it would voluntarily recall 94,400 pounds of frozen ground beef panties that may be contaminated with E. coli. The beef products were produced by Reading, Pennsylvania-based Quaker on July 19 and shipped to retail stores in Connecticut, Florida, Georgia, […]

Ok, this is too fucking funny.

WASHINGTON (Reuters) – Quaker Maid Meats Inc. on Tuesday said it would voluntarily recall 94,400 pounds of frozen ground beef panties that may be contaminated with E. coli.

The beef products were produced by Reading, Pennsylvania-based Quaker on July 19 and shipped to retail stores in Connecticut, Florida, Georgia, Maine, Maryland, Massachusetts, New Jersey, New York, Pennsylvania, South Carolina, Virginia and Wisconsin.

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That’s gonna be a lot less funny when they fix the typo and it says ‘patties‘.

(Props to BoingBoing)

Reasons for naught

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I’m having one of those weirdly incommunicado weeks. I can’t find anything to write, I don’t seem to be talking to anyone. I just can’t seem to communicate. I can blame this on Resident Evil 4, or on the fact that I just started working out and it’s eating up my time, making me tired, […]

I’m having one of those weirdly incommunicado weeks. I can’t find anything to write, I don’t seem to be talking to anyone.

I just can’t seem to communicate. I can blame this on Resident Evil 4, or on the fact that I just started working out and it’s eating up my time, making me tired, and leaving me sore. Or the fact that I’m deep into the latest Bujold Chalion fantasy (Which fucking rocks – when did she get this good?)

That’s all bull though. The bottom line is, I’m just feeling fucking fried, mentally and emotionally. I’m in one of those places where I drop out so bad I start getting mail from people who want to know if I’m mad at them, or worse, I start to think they’re mad at me.

I need to sleep late and then have noplace to go for a week. I need to take mid-day naps in a hammock under a palm tree and then wake up to lunchtime rum drinks. Instead, I’m looking out the window and seeing night already, and I’m remembering how much I hate this time of year, when the clocks change and suddenly it’s dark before my work day is anywhere close to over.

God, it’s been a long time since I’ve felt tropical air. It feels like a whole fucking lifetime has passed in the fifteen months since last I swam in warm ocean. Two lifetimes maybe. And I’m still dreaming about sailboats.

The nipples are healing well. But I’m remembering how fucking long it takes to heal these things. They are just aching to have someone lick and suck on them. Maybe if I pick up a dental dam…

Piercings are made to be sucked on.

I want to be writing. I have a novel, or a short story, or something, forming in my head. A deranged sort of psycho-drama (well, duh, what else). I have models for three characters, and a vague plot line. But I know I can’t get anywhere. My life has no space in it right now for the kind of drop-everything week I need for a writing project, the kind of week that birthed my novella. Best I can do is write an outline and hope it sticks well enough to write later.

I know, I owe pictures. Halloween pix of the kids, plus I’ll-show-you-mine-you-show-me-yours nipple pictures. Soon. Promise. And maybe one of the dozen entries I have unfinished will finally see completion and I’ll have a meaningful update here.

Just, you know, never assume I don’t love you to death, just because you don’t hear from me.

Day of the…

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I can’t seem to find any time or inspiration to write anything. So a few quick updates. Go celebrate halloween – pagan or otherwise, candy or black midnight rites, carnal or child-like. But have yourself some horrific fun. For myself. I’m planning to hand out candy to cute teenage girls and try to scare them […]

I can’t seem to find any time or inspiration to write anything. So a few quick updates.

  • Go celebrate halloween – pagan or otherwise, candy or black midnight rites, carnal or child-like. But have yourself some horrific fun. For myself. I’m planning to hand out candy to cute teenage girls and try to scare them a little.

  • I managed to hurt myself at the gym friday, tearing or spraining or straining something in my left bicep, to the point where I could not stretch out my left arm friday. Not that I mind; I’m better now and it didn’t stop me from maintaining my workout, though curls are out for another day or two.

  • My kids are dressed for halloween as an egyptian high priestess, and as medusa. I have cool kids.

  • I just got Resident Evil 4. I’ll come up for air in a week, meanwhile, I need a Green Herb or a First Aid Spray.

  • I got my nipples pierced saturday. And boy is this feeling distracting, I keep wanting to play with them.

  • I’ve now seen Sahara four times. Wow, do my kids like this movie.

I’ll try to expand on some of this later, but for now, dammit, I have work to do.

The Burn

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I always forget how much better I feel when I’m working out. I used to work from home a lot of the time, so I had a gym routine down, week in week out. For several years. But then that changed a few years back, and ever since, it’s been hard to hit a workout […]

I always forget how much better I feel when I’m working out. I used to work from home a lot of the time, so I had a gym routine down, week in week out. For several years. But then that changed a few years back, and ever since, it’s been hard to hit a workout routine I can manage long term.

It’s been way too fucking long. Last year, I got a good routine going early in the year; working with a trainer to get started, and then a two or three times a week routine of mostly free weights and just enough cardio to keep me in shape (I fucking hate cardio, but I can lift weights all day once I hit stride).

I managed to blow that out last fall. Right up to my Fiji trip, I was going, hell or high water, nothing stopping me. But when I got back, I just seemed to never find time. I was busy – morning meetings, too much work, and the gym seemed to fall off my priority list. I managed to find ways to keep active, some walking, general stuff like sit ups and push ups that I could do around the house. So I was keeping in shape, if not getting better.

Then somehow, after christmas, sometime late last winter, a lot of my life sort of hit a wall and I quit taking care of myself.

I’ve felt like shit for most of the last six months. And finally got to the point where I needed to do something about it.

When I walk into my local gym after a hiatus, I always have this moment of oh yeah, why haven’t I been back? It feels like home. The same geezers are still there every day, some of the same trainers who’ve worked there for years. The machines are all where they belong. And I wonder why I don’t get back more easily?

I’m a creature of habit. I make my coffee the same way every morning. I go on down a well worn path, same things every friday, same thing every sunday, whatever, until I hit an obstacle, and only then do I change. Yet I quickly wear a new path to the water hole. My gym routine, once broken, is suddenly so much harder than not going.

Today, finally, I got up without thinking, pulled my dusty gym shoes out of the closet, and went to work out.

God, I love that feeling. My thighs are rubbery from leg-press. My biceps are burning. I’ll be sore tomorrow, because as always, I started to hard and worked ’til it hurt, because I don’t mind that it hurts. I like that it hurts. It’s good hurt.

Gym hurt is like sex hurt. Like bites and scratches. Like sore from hours of hard fucking. Tired, and broken, and wanting more, and having to stop because the body fails.

There are two roadblocks. The first is going. The second is, building a routine. The first one’s easy if I can only remember; it’s that second one that gets me two times out of three.

If I can just get in there tomorrow – start a new friday routine. If I just keep equating gym hurt with sex hurt…

j-void

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I’m having trouble reading any of my friends journals this week. they’re all fucking sqeeeeing about journalcon. I’ve always said, one of my life rules is that I’d rather regret what I did than regret what I didn’t do. That’s central to who I am and always will be. I’ll do things in life I […]

I’m having trouble reading any of my friends journals this week. they’re all fucking sqeeeeing about journalcon.

I’ve always said, one of my life rules is that I’d rather regret what I did than regret what I didn’t do. That’s central to who I am and always will be. I’ll do things in life I should not, I’ll do things I need to apologize for. I’ll do things, now and then, for which I need forgiveness.

But this was a case where I chose to regret what I didn’t do, and I’m reminded why I hate that choice. I had good reasons for avoiding j-con this year, let’s say, family maintenance that needed doing. I had to make a call, audible at the line of scrimmage. And you know, I guess I did the right thing.

But I’m fucking sad when I read Ray’s or Trance’s or Fredlet’s accounts of j-con. There were people there I really, really wanted to meet, really wanted to see. I’ve been looking forward to having an i love you man session with Brutha Ray for months and months. I miss him, he’s too far away.

Sigh. And Sigh.

Hey, Ray? Let’s not wait til next year. I just gotta figure out how to get my ass to Austin, or New Orleans, or something.