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How much I really hate you all

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This is just how much I hate you all. I’m going to stick this stupid song in your heads. Magical Trevor Magical Trevor 2 Magical Trevor 3 Because Badger Badger isn’t evil enough, not even when you get the xmas badgers or the lotr badgers. I blame it on my dear, sweet Booty Girl. Boots, […]

This is just how much I hate you all. I’m going to stick this stupid song in your heads.

Magical Trevor
Magical Trevor 2
Magical Trevor 3

Because Badger Badger isn’t evil enough, not even when you get the xmas badgers or the lotr badgers.

I blame it on my dear, sweet Booty Girl. Boots, I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson now – watch out!

Slashdotted (or is that fleshbotted?)

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So I check my site stats today, like, you know, always, to see who’s reading what. I’m like that about checking the logs. He knows when you’ve been sleeping, he knows when you’re awake. Like that. And I see this big fuckin’ spike it my hits over the last three or four hours. Turns out […]

So I check my site stats today, like, you know, always, to see who’s reading what. I’m like that about checking the logs. He knows when you’ve been sleeping, he knows when you’re awake. Like that.

And I see this big fuckin’ spike it my hits over the last three or four hours. Turns out Long Dark Car is in Bacchus‘ Sex Blogs Roundup.

Excellent.

Hey, if any of you enjoy, or even hate, that story, do us a favor and leave a comment. It’s what the writer thrives on. and you can also clix me while you’re at it.

Long Dark Car

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Time for a dirty story. This is a slight expansion upon one of the best sex dreams I’ve ever had. This was a long time ago, and certainly, some of the dream detail is lost, and thus replaced with the writer’s waking imagination. Still, the basic details are direct from the dream. In the dream […]

Time for a dirty story.

This is a slight expansion upon one of the best sex dreams I’ve ever had. This was a long time ago, and certainly, some of the dream detail is lost, and thus replaced with the writer’s waking imagination. Still, the basic details are direct from the dream. In the dream the ending was, as all my sex dreams, a too-soon waking; so the ending here is of the writer’s-waking-imagination kind. But somehow the sudden ending didn’t satisfy.

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Sex Dreams and Dirty Stories

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Somehow sex dreams are the source of a lot of my best erotic writing. I’ve got a piece finished, but I think I need to proof read it one more time before I post it. It should be up tomorrow sometime. It feels good to finish one, even if it’s a short piece.

Somehow sex dreams are the source of a lot of my best erotic writing.

I’ve got a piece finished, but I think I need to proof read it one more time before I post it. It should be up tomorrow sometime.

It feels good to finish one, even if it’s a short piece.

MirrorMask

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Go. See. MirrorMask. Now. Two words sum this thing up. “Wow“, and “Acid Trip”. Wait that’s three words. But nevermind. I sat, partway through this movie, and thought, I’m watching an acid trip with my eleven-year-old daughter. And the sad thing is, I can’t explain to her how cool that is, not yet anyway. What […]

Go.
See.
MirrorMask.

Now.

Two words sum this thing up. “Wow“, and “Acid Trip”.

Wait that’s three words. But nevermind.

I sat, partway through this movie, and thought, I’m watching an acid trip with my eleven-year-old daughter. And the sad thing is, I can’t explain to her how cool that is, not yet anyway.

What makes up for this is that she got the movie. And I don’t know any other kid her age who would. She can’t think of a single one of her friends who’ll get it, and she has geeky friends. She lists Coraline as her all-time favorite book; she worships Wolves in the Walls and loves The day I swapped my dad for two goldfish. She can’t wait to read American Gods and wanted to know all about Anansi Boys, which is on my bedside now.

She gets Gaiman. She gets Dave McKean‘s art. She gets the crazed multi-media world he lives in.

She understands, without my having to tell her anything, what the inside-out dreamworld of MirrorMask was all about.

We walked out of the movie both saying wow together; geek rapture, but also art rapture. Because while MirrorMask is a movie, what it really is, is three-dimensional, moving art. like few movies I’ve ever seen, this film is complete, pure art.

It’s hard to describe. The closest you cam come in spirit is to say it’s like Yellow Submarine. But it looks nothing like Yellow Submarine. What it looks like, feels like, is walking into Dave McKean’s mind and wandering around, a place where schools of fish swim through the sky, where you need a net to catch books, where stone giants float in the sky and old ladies keep sphinxes as pets. I guess one part Yellow Submarine, one part Cabinet of Doctor Caligari; with a side of Pee-Wee’s Playhouse and a pinch of Tim Burton.

And no, that really doesn’t capture it.

What’s it about? Hell, it doesn’t matter, at all.

Just go see it.

And let me add, I’m in love with Stephanie Leonidas, who looks like she’s about fifteen in this movie, but is evidently old enough that I can buy her a drink if I ever run into her into a hotel bar.

I wanna do drugs with these guys, I tell ya.

Dream Woman

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Damn, I wish I’d had some un-interrupted time to write this morning. I had a dream, some woman dredged from my subconscious. A person as complete and real and defined as any dream I’ve had in years. The last time I had a dream like this, about a person this real, that dream grew into […]

Damn, I wish I’d had some un-interrupted time to write this morning.

I had a dream, some woman dredged from my subconscious. A person as complete and real and defined as any dream I’ve had in years. The last time I had a dream like this, about a person this real, that dream grew into Wanton, my novella.

I woke up with my head full of this girl – young, tattooed all over her back and shoulders with vivid images, plants and birds and colorful insects, curly haired, wearing hippie/gypsy sort of jewelry. She was wearing tiny round glasses.

I wanted to write out the dream, because I could feel a story forming in my head around this woman. I had the setting, the edges of a plot. And the scent of her, the feel of her skin.

It’s sliding away now, hours later, and I fear before I have time to write it, it’ll be gone.

Image stash

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I just figured out that ecto, my blog editor (and dude if you’re not using ecto, get on it, it rules, at least on the mac) keeps an image cache of all image uploads. So I have this whole directory full of images I’d uploaded in the past. I’m right now pushing them all up […]

I just figured out that ecto, my blog editor (and dude if you’re not using ecto, get on it, it rules, at least on the mac) keeps an image cache of all image uploads. So I have this whole directory full of images I’d uploaded in the past.

I’m right now pushing them all up to my server, so the broken image links in old posts are almost all being fixed with no intervention on my part.

Let me know if you find any broken image links anywhere, I’m sure there are a few, but most of ’em are working now.

Once again, ecto saves me. I love ecto.

Serenity – T-minus…

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Serenity premiers tonight. Greggg has the advantage over most of the rest of us; he’s already seen it. For the rest of us – god, high hopes, fears, and I know whatever I see, I’ll be left waiting for more. Joss, you better be hard at work on Serenity II already.

Serenity premiers tonight.

Greggg has the advantage over most of the rest of us; he’s already seen it.

For the rest of us – god, high hopes, fears, and I know whatever I see, I’ll be left waiting for more. Joss, you better be hard at work on Serenity II already.

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I don’t get Alias

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You know, I just don’t get the whole Alias thing. Or maybe it’s the Jennifer Garner thing that escapes me, and that’s what the whole Alias thing is about. But you know, I look at Garner, and all I can think is, ‘eh‘. Maybe a dose of ‘whatever‘. And you know, no one, anywhere, likes […]

You know, I just don’t get the whole Alias thing.

Or maybe it’s the Jennifer Garner thing that escapes me, and that’s what the whole Alias thing is about.

But you know, I look at Garner, and all I can think is, ‘eh‘. Maybe a dose of ‘whatever‘. And you know, no one, anywhere, likes women more than I do. So when I look at woman and think eh, it means I’m really not very interested.

She’s just so average. Oh, she’s talented, sure; she’s got a gift for accents and voices and languages, and she’s certainly physical. but I look at her face and I feel like I’m looking at a Mannequin. She’s made of plastic, utterly empty and soul-less.

So maybe that’s all there is to Alias. Because well, you know, I want to like it; same people as make Lost, so I’m on their side. But Alias seems to be nothing but empty spy-movie cliche with no style whatsoever. The plots are convoluted to the point of incomprehensiblity, and while the whole everyone’s double-crossing everyone else thing is entertaining, the bottom line is that I don’t care. Anyone in the series can die at any time and I just shrug. None of them are well enough characterized to engage me.

And then there’s the fact that they keep wanting to go supernatural. Which just makes me roll my eyes. What works so well on lost, here just plays like writers who are out of ideas and turn to the fantastic out of desperation. They borrow from Neal Stephenson, they borrow from – hell, I can’t even remember where last season’s ender was borrowed from, some secret-society, orb-of-infinite-doom nonsense.

I just don’t fuckin’ get it.

Why, you might ask, am I watching it?

Honestly, I’m not. Sometimes it’s just on, and you just don’t feel like getting off the couch. And I’ll admit, I tried, last season, because people I know like it. Sitting on a couch full of giggly girls, you know, you find a reason not to leave even when the show isn’t good. So I tried.

But – eh. Just eh.

TAR, family style

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So, first impressions on TAR, family style (Amazing Race 8), before my medication takes effect. The family concept worked better than expected. I liked it. Most of the families are likable. I liked seeing some kids in this game, and damn, ain’t Carissa Gaghan adorable? My favorite team so far are the Aiellos — good […]

So, first impressions on TAR, family style (Amazing Race 8), before my medication takes effect.

The family concept worked better than expected. I liked it.

Most of the families are likable. I liked seeing some kids in this game, and damn, ain’t Carissa Gaghan adorable?

My favorite team so far are the Aiellos — good guys, funny and likable. They won me when they started to joke about spooning.

Most of the others I’m still forming an opinion on, but my favorite tasty treat is Brittney Rogers, who clearly needs to be licked all over, and I gotta say, I wanna see all three Linz Brothers pull a train on little sister Megan.

And then there are the villians. Every TAR has to have a couple. This time it’s the jesus freak Weaver clan, who are just going to have to be bent over, spanked and corn-holed if they say ‘lord’ or ‘jesus’ one more time; and then there are the Paolos, who would be ok if someone fucking gagged them all. Just make them stop talking. Make. Them. Stop.

As usual, the first episode was hard to track with so many teams. It always hits speed around the third. But so far it looks like they’re keeping the standard up. This is the definitive reality teevee show as far as I’m concerned, it deserves all the awards it wins. And I’m glad I don’t have to see Rob and Amber on this one, they brought TAR7 down. If they do any more celebrity TARs, it needs to be an all-celeb edition to keep it fair.

Mmm. Medication. Me like medication.