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Archive for August, 2009
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Captain’s log, Sunday night.
Posted on August 30, 2009 | No CommentsI. “You look like the Godfather.” “I need a ring.” I wonder then if that’s the right stereotype I’m injecting. Doesn’t matter. We laugh. A good time was had by all with my court jester by my side. That’s definitely the wrong injection. King in... -
Static stuff and whatnot
Posted on August 26, 2009 | No CommentsI’ve been seeing some unusual traffic patterns lately here. Up, down, up, down. I know why it’s happening. And it’s logical. But usually, my stats run fairly steady without so much of the jumping around. Adding onto this pile of statistical weirdness: by the end... -
Free your breasts, free your mind
Posted on August 24, 2009 | 7 CommentsI was all excited when I woke up yesterday, feeling like it was Christmas morning. It was National Go Topless Day, sponsored by GoTopless.org. At 3pm, women would march topless down Lincoln Road, from Washington to Alton and then had back to the park at... -
I am Not Safe For Work
Posted on August 21, 2009 | 8 CommentsIn two weeks, I’m launching a new site. It is a project I’ve been working on for almost two years now. It is an exploration in erotica; my exploration in erotica. As some of you know, I kind of work in the adult industry. I’ve... -
Black briefcases
Posted on August 17, 2009 | 1 CommentAs I was moving furniture around tonight, trying to set up my workspace to be a little more ergonomic, I noticed that my roommate, Mayday, and I have more black briefcases between us than two men should own in their lifetimes. I wonder about his... -
Rainy days…
Posted on August 15, 2009 | No CommentsI killed the LCD screen on my laptop last night. Fell asleep and in the midst of turning, I knocked it off of the couch. (I sleep with my laptop at my head, usually; it’s like my security blanket.) Woke up in the middle of... -
6:41pm
Posted on August 13, 2009 | No Comments5:48pm, rush off the phone. “Dude, I’ve gotta be there before they close.” I’ll make it, he assures me. I wonder if Mayday, sitting in the cubbyhole corner between the living room and the bathroom, computer monitor glazing his face, is playing solitaire or checking...











