Andrew had never been more lost in all his life.His new house, recently occupied, felt odd, of course, but it was the world outside that was strange to him.
The assassination of Pope Paul Steven the 15th was the first step.Even as a non-catholic, he felt sadness at the news.The atheists rejoiced even while his body laid in the street in front of Vatican2, freshly built in the center of New York.With the competing headquarters finished, "Catholics for a New American Future” thought their victory was complete.Rome had been sacked, the old pope was dead, long live the new Pope!!
But now, C-NAF was in total disarray.With their latest Pope dead in the square, they quickly lost ground to Non-Believers Inc. (a wholly owned subsidiary of Popeslinks.org), who called for immediate on-line elections.Within hours, the tides shifted and God was voted out.Schools updated their e-books overnight, all the pay stations dropped the freshly forbidden words from the currency printers, and the electronic posters in schoolrooms reverted to the original Pledge.
“See!” he said, raising his arms to the cross, “That wasn’t so hard now after all.His voice was polished and mocking, and across Northern Mexico, From Nueva York to the border with Sino-Canada, Deists everywhere wept and threw heavy metal crosses through the screen of their TVs, silencing their new President.God was dead, the rules were suspended, hell evaporated into myth, and it was everyone for themselves.
Andy got up from watching TV and walked onto his balcony.They were still there, going at it.They were louder than usual as Red had brought some friends this time.They had been “celebrating” in the streets of the capital since the elections the night before.With God voted off money, schools, and out of history, I guess they didn’t need to pretend anymore.
Still, he thought, maybe they had voted too quickly, lost too much.He put those thoughts aside and grabbed his strip of condoms headed out to join them, making sure to lock the Oval Office as he left.
I'll admit that I'm not as happy as I'd like to be with this one. I tried to build too much in to too few words. My week flew buy and I felt rushed, unfocused, spent, and not at all on my game. Only one take this week. I couldn't get around the image and that, to me, it looked like a post-apocalyptic orgy. The picture really doesn't suggest it, but from the 1st time I looked at it, definitely under the influence of my current reading, it looked deserted, desperate, hungry.
So, I kind of like how it sounds in my head, but you get to suffer with what comes out on paper... Sorry
Go read all the good ones as listed on Panser's site and have a great Friday!
I activated my Google+ tab today and I'm not sure that that means. I do know that my name updated from a simple "Advizor54" to "Advizor the Wise." So much for putting smart-ass names in a profile you thought no one was going to see.
Like Facebook and other social media sites, the law of unintended consequences rules supreme. I've only added a few people so far, but some of you may not want to be added at all. If that's the case, please tell me! You can, I hope, reject the link, invitation, connection, or what every they are calling it. I've been poking around a bit with the privacy settings, but some of you may not want to admit you know me, believe me, I understand, my mom made that clear years ago.
I wasn't going to add anyone at all until I had time to play with it, but then I got this message and it made me sad.
If you want to be added and I haven't, you can put me in your "circle' and I'll feel loved and warm and all fuzzy, Kind of like the lunch I left in the fridge before my last trip.
As I was flying last week, I crossed over this cool lake, and then I realized that it was a water-ski competition or practice lake. HOW COOL!!! They have even have a jump, as a kid that was the dream, to have a ski jump and your lake! Wicked cool.
I just liked this picture, taken from my seat as we flew home and in to the sunset.
This just made me laugh, the 14-year old boy inside me couldn't help it.
Oh, just one more thing...
I was chatting with a friend of mine when she started sending me pics.....Lovely pics....
Let me say up front that I LOVE the movies. I could see one, would see one, every day if I had the the time. Since I did this TMI way too fast, and just linked a bunch to IMDB.com, it really isn't indicative of everything I could say about movies. I have seen many, loved a few, been changed by a handful, and, when the mood called for it, saved by some.
My mother loved movies, especially musicals, and when summer rolled around we went. At least once a week. She took me to see the Godfather when I was too young, anything by Rogers and Hammerstein, and just countless others. And then we would talk about them. It was a wonderful life, really.
But now I must take off to the gym.
Have a great Tuesday!
1. If a screenwriter turned you into a character in a movie,
a. What stock Hollywood character would it be most like?
For example: best friend, ditzy blonde, absent-minded professor, captain of industry, etc.
2. What genre of movie is your life most like? For example: romantic comedy, goofball comedy, spy, coming of age, action/adventure, sci-fi, etc
Raising Arizona – I had the screenplay practically memorized several years ago Joe v. the Volcano, I have a brain cloud… foreign films that have honest endings super heroes that aren’t so super (Independence Day, I, Robot, Hancock, I am Legend) good animation (a lot to chose from these days, but I just watched Iron Giant again)
musicals (Fiddler on the Roof – If you can listen to “Sabbath Prayer” without crying, you have no heart)
small films (if you made it for under $15,000 and shot your dad naked in front of a 7-11, I’ll go see it)
movies that go boom!
3. What kind of scene in a movie would you like to play most? Why?
a. Argument (with my brother because it would be very realistic)
5. Have you ever looked at a character in a movie and said, “Hey, that could be me”? Who/what was the character?
Henry Roth – 50 First Dates – ‘Cause women rarely remember going out with me.
George Baily – It’s a wonderful life – Because I have more to be grateful for than I remember
Charlie Brown – A Charlie Brown Christmas – Because I do most of the work, no one likes it, but in the end, it turns out OK
Dr. Erin Mears – Contagion – ‘Cause, well, after all your hard work, you still end up in the ditch.
Bonus: Have you ever been in pictures–Hollywood film, porno, homemade video, or other type of film? Tell us about it. …and is it on YouTube
I’ve was interviewed on TV twice during high school, I saw myself in the crowd at a music festival, I walked behind a stand-up interview on my local TV show (I did not yell “hi mom”), and a few years ago (during the fun years) my wife and I made a sex tape, but for the life of me I can’t find it now, and no, it’s not on youTube as far as I know.
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And, to those who know, "Monday night" wasn't Monday-ish at all.
Our friend Panserbjørne is back and on the mend and is hosting FFF again. The picture was found by Lexi and it's a good one. Go check it out and then join in the fun.
Seriously, start writing. I know some of my follower-friends are on the FFF bandwagon, but the rest of you should be too.
It's a great writing challenge. It doesn't have to be overly erotic, it can be dark, funny, light-hearted or personal. It can be anything you want, or in my case, most weeks, any three things you want!
She sees him through the wrought-iron bars and she exults in her heart. Through the guilt and the shame, love and loneliness win the day.
He smiles back.
He remembers the day they met at the market.
So innocent and young, so full of The Spirit,
but also full of the spirit of life. He recognized her conflict at once.
The way she shopped, how she held the fruit, laughing with the fish-mongers, the farmers, the street rats, the ruffians, and the other nuns.
She was a scandal to them, she was. Always the blushing one, with some hidden thought, a suppressed urge, a joke that would not be contained at the expense of the Reverend Mother or the Holy See itself.
They found each other in the market and life itself took on new meaning that day.
And now she comes for him, gleefully climbing the gate as a child climbs a tree to position herself just for him. It is still her giggle, her laugh, her Spirit that brings him joy each fortnight, just after Vespers, when the Abbey is dark.
Was there a god? He thought, until he realized he didn't care to know the answer any more.
I usually don’t put my commentary first, but today I’m going to, and it's a long one, so hit the bathroom before reading.
This picture, this challenge, was hard for me because to me this is a sad picture, it’s lonely and cold, the end shot of a 3 minute montage of sports cars shot at low angles, quick cuts of beautiful people laughing, drinking, doing lines of coke on a glass table top.It’s shots of LA in too-bright sun and long lines of palm trees shot from an over-priced convertible as you cruise through Latino neighborhoods laughing at the poor people then running like hell from gang-bangers when you cross over into the wrong side of the tracks and finding yourself get stuck in a cul-de-sac.This picture belongs in the opening title of a movie about pain, disillusionment, alienation, anger, rich kids killing their parents and beating up their girlfriends and running from the law until they find solace at the end of a cop’s final shot.I couldn’t get these images out of my head as I searched for music to go along with it.
But it wasn’t just the music, it was the combination of music and lyrics that challenged me, I found several songs that started off right but their words were too happy, their rhymes too easy, it was maddening.I spent a 3 hour flight home going through my iPod looking, listening, to music that didn’t fit.I put 66 songs on the play list to review.66.
Some of them were Disney (Be Prepared from the Lion King and Jack’s Lament from Nightmare Before Christmas), some were dance and rave music with few sensible words at all, they were just fast, angry, and hard.They were distant.
This picture screams disjoint with the contrasting light and darkness.She is almost naked, naked where it matters and he is not only dressed, but hidden where she is exposed.She is unequal in every way.Who can run away or fight back in high heels?It is a picture of power, disparity, and, as the music of various types rang through my head it was her story as much as his.
I thought of how the woman got there, what is, really, her story and why is she in such a weak position.This is not a dom/sub picture, there are no restraints, she is not in any of the iconic “traditional” poses from that genre, she seems to be clinging to him as he is to her.
What is the cause of such desperation?What drives such longing that puts her in his arms?
66 songs ran through my head as I flew and none of them captured the essence of what I wanted to impose on the picture.
I thought, perhaps, on a happier note that it might be the opening moment in the spotlight to an erotic review.The male and female lead are hidden in the dark until the lead spot comes on revealing her beautiful figure, that perfect ass, pulled open and exposed by a strong partner and her ability to show herself off without hesitation of apology.
Helmut Newton came to mind with his pictures that objectified women in the truest sense, he shot them frequently to look like maniquins, objest d’art, separated from their reality.
I liked Crooked Teeth by Death Cab for Cutie but the mood was too upbeat,
I knew I had made a horrible call,
and now the state line felt like the Berlin Wall,
and there was no doubt which side I was on
Hmmm, Hmmmm, Hmm Hmmm…
You can’t find nothing at all,
If there was nothing there all along…….
Stable Song by DCFC starts off just right if I was telling her story the morning after, or even his from the morning of the encounter as he wakes up in his 800 count silk sheets and look around at an empty house knowing that non of his wealth has found him what he wants and that tonight would be like so many others (and Idea that might come back, so don’t ignore it too quickly)
Why worry now by Dire straights, one of my all time favorite bands, almost had it, but it’s too mournful, too thoughtful and the man in this picture is not give to deep thinking.He exists in a fog; he goes through his days wanting more that money can buy, yet knowing only the art of seduction through wealth and disdain through the misuse of the same.It’s a good song, but it is a love story between two deeply connect people, and this picture is not that.
I added a few more of theirs to my list as I moved through their catalog, Romeo and Juliet, Sultans of Swing (him as a playboy club owner who gets the groupie girls at will), One World (guitar karaoke), just because the beat has him walking down the street in a $1,000 suit and a sense of dissatisfaction with the world around him. This isn’t a guy who goes without what he wants very often.This is where I got to all of my George Michael’s tracks, sue me, I grew up a long in the 80’s and if ever there was a symbol of glitzy pop success it was Wham and George.
Sweet little baby on a big wide doorstep
She needs a mother but her mother is dead
Just another hooker that the lucky forget
Just another hooker, it happens every day.
I almost pulled the last two lines out for the theme but it would be so out of context that I couldn’t do it.
I went through a large portion of my Trance music only because I picture the two of them meeting in a high-end club in Rio, or Monaco, maybe (pronounced maaaaaaybe with a strong sense of doubt) Miami or New York, but certainly not Los Angeles.There is angst and loathing in LA, but no reflection , not enough of that old money guilt and sense of emptiness that is bread into you buy a lifetime of money where victory is not only expected in all conquests, but assumed at every level.
Hallelujah by Brandi Carlile was a strong (top 4) contender for it it heartbreaking rendition of a ode to loneliness and need.Thought his song was memorialized by a truly awful version by Leonard Cohen.(OK, maybe not totally awful, but there is more than one note in the song)Brandi’s version carries the tune on the sharp edge of song and pain and evokes more of that quivering lip tipping point than Cohen’s gravel throated monstrosity.
I got to one of my favorites Heart it races (Trizzy’s Rusty Tin Can Mix) bringing me back into the opening credit montage mode.I had never looked up this video before today, the link I knew is here, the first one is good but a totally different feel, but I have to LOOOVE the original. What a crack up.
Three Dog Night, The Doors, the Eagles, A little hop hop, , more trance, a Basia confection, a bunch of songs from KPMG.com (pick up their song of the day feed ASAP via iTunes) that were bluesy and sad but not dark enough, and finally, Pink Floyd’s Hey You As a child of the 80’s this was the sad song.It mean that you were alone whether you knew it or not and that you would soon be dead, and probably in some horrible fashion.It was the song you cranked up when a girlfriend left or a cute girl said no.It was the song for teenage anger, sadness, lost nights, wasted days, and it became the anthem sung by a million broken hearts.
Hey you ! out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me
Hey you ! Standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles, can you feel me
Hey you ! don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight.
Hey you ! out there on your own
sitting naked by the phone would you touch me
Hey you ! with your ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out would you touch me
Hey you ! would you help me to carry the stone
Open your heart, I'm coming home
But it was only a fantasy
The wall was too high as you can see
No matter how he tried he could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain.
Hey you ! out there on the road
Always doing what you're told, can you help me
Hey you ! out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall, can you help me
Hey you ! don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall.
But, and there is always a but, my mood lifted a bit between last night and today.
I chose Dido’s Do you have a little time for me?
My FFF entries (His and hers) are below two different versions of the video. I believe the first video is the "official" version, but I think I like the 2nd one better.
To those who are bored and just searching for a little FFF fluff, I thank you for reading this far down. If you skipped to the end, or just saw another 1746 word extravaganza and gave up, I forgive you. The title of my blog is more accurate on some days than others.
To Lexi, thank you for a truly enriching challenge. I haven't spent three hous in my music for a long time.
To others, thank you.
He leaned back against the wall and felt her bare skin against his chest.He had waited for her for months.E-mail, calls, flirting, occasional pictures from the road. It was more than he could take to wait, to wait until she was ready for him.She was taller than expected, more beautiful than imagined, cute, relaxed, and warm in his arms.He held her close and breathed in her neck, longing for that moment when they knew.He let his right hand slip down her perfect skin until he held her open, close, feeling her body melt in to his.His nerves began to fade, his heart slowed, his breathing deepened, and he hoped that she would be different from all the others.
He was warm, and strong, and she rested against his chest as his hands explored her skin.Was this it? She thought quietly, Was this worth the risk?
I don't know what's going on. Maybe it's the early onset of manopause. Perhaps soon I'll buy a rocking chair, a subscription too Reader's Digest (Big Print Edition), and a ramp to my front door. OK, a little side note. I threw in the link to RD Large print as a bit of a laugh, but they have a Large Print website and a "regular" print version too. It makes sense, but it made me laugh. Maybe I'm just getting older but I'm starting to find most porn really boring.
It's late tonight, almost midnight here in Houston. I had a really good day. Well, except for a headache that almost made me throw up all morning, it was good. I got some breakfast, a handful of of Asprin, some more breakfast, and by 10:00 I was OK. After that, training went well, the teacher talked 100mph, and if you got distracted at all you had to scramble to catch up. Luckily for me, several wonderfully sexy friends dropped in to tease and torment me while I was trying to learn. Thank you, you had me smiling the whole day.
I tried go get out to a movie but by the time I left the office at 6:30p the movie was only 15 minutes from starting and I just didn't have the umph to get over in time. The movie looks very good, powerful, moving, and touching, but my low energy and on little sleep, I needed something where things get blown up.
Ending up at the hotel I touched base with a friend and we both agreed that we needed to get our workouts in, so I headed to the pool, did some sit-ups at the little hotel gym, seduced, bedded, and release a cute Latina mom, and then jumped in the pool. A few laps later and a quick rest on the lounge chairs ended the evening and I ended up back in the hotel room.
So, what is a guy on his own in a hotel room with cheap and fast Internet access supposed to do? Well, I pulled up YouPorn and poked around for a minute but nothing caught my eye. A relatively new friend (WOW) sent me some of her favorite Tumblr links. Tumblr, I like. I went back to YouPorn. Now I have some friends that like YP, but man it's awful. The camera work is uniformly awful, the clips all appear to be very old, they women are less attractive and it's just icky.
The camera man is yards away, trying to build a "peeping tom" conceit, the girl is pretty but the music is just awful and totally unrelated to any of the action. It's just bad.
I know this contributes to my sense of boredom that has been building for a while. If porn is boring then what's left? Service, donating blood, helping orphans, getting a good night's sleep? Right, like that's going to happen. I'm not saying that porn is bad, there are others who will do that, but I'm saying it's boring.
More accurately, I'm bored with it. So maybe I'll take a break a bit. OK, maybe not a total break, but if it's not doing anything for me, why spend time watching it, right?
So what are you holding on to that doesn't do it for you anymore? Do I look for good porn because I think I should be looking for good porn? I'm kind of a sex-blogger, I'm a guy, I'm not getting any sex at home (not much really), isn't porn kind of like a job requirement?
Oh, one good thing, I got to introduce my friend to the lovely Minka Kelley. She is going to be on the new versions of Charlie's Angels, a TV show that will, for sure, SUCK.
I love sports, but learning the proper rules is critical.
Since I'm posting about rugby, I'll tell my one good rugby story.
When I was in college I had a chance to go back East and work for the government as an intern. Not to be confused with Monica Lewinsky, I am the intern that did NOT give the head to the President of the United States, leaving a stain on her dress as well as Bill Clinton's legacy.
Instead, I played rugby. Sitting in the hot tub on night I started talking to some guys who played with an alumni team from a local college. Since none of them were actually alumni of said college, when I expressed and interest in playing they whole heartedly invited me to join the team.
I was, at the time, 23 years old, 195 pounds, and fit, but not fast, however, when compared to 30 year old guys how were well past their prime, I was the new, young, and fast kid. But I was also the guy who had never played rugby before. They taught me the rules but that is not the point of the story.
This is....
As a non-drinker, even in college, I was not only the designated driver, but I was in charge of keeping a certain few team mates from going home with drunk and ugly women. It was more difficult than you might imagine. Over the course of the season I confiscated keys, called cabs, sent men to the restroom and told the girls that he had gone home or met someone else. I became quite adept at limiting the damage of beer goggles and bad decisions. I failed at times, but I did my best.
The best strategy was to go after pretty sober women, which, as you know, is much more difficult and harder to defend against from my perspective.
So after one game, Mitch is no where to be found. Neither is the hottie brunette that was cheering from the other team. It was tradition in this league that both teams went out for drinks together after the game. Since it was just a bunch of old boys playing for fun, why not party after?
Mitch never shows up so we leave, with me behind the wheel of course. We get back to the hotel, 5 drunk rugby players and me. I get to the room, unlock the door, we all pile in, and there is Mitch with the hottie, naked and in bed.
I think I sprung a boner at once, but my inebriated friends just laughed at their team captian and pulled the covers off the bed in 2 seconds flat. Mitch was yelling, she was screaming, I was staring, and it was the best thing ever.
She was, in fact, a hottie in every sense of the words and it was one of the first times I had seen a stranger totally naked in real life (AOL had been invented and, though downloads took 2 hours, pictures were available).
After 20-30 seconds of watching them squirm and try to hide, someone threw them a blanket and we all stomped out. Well, everyone but me. Mitch had to snap his fingers or something to get me out of my trance. The last thing I remember was her smiling at me as I left.
1. You encounter a good looking lost and frantic tourist looking for the airport. You:A) Shrug your shoulders, feigning ignorance. It happens in LA a lot, "Lost and Frantic" may be "Deranged and Crazy"
B) Find the shortest route on your smartphone and get him/her a cab. I'll give directions if I know them, but my phone is too slow when I'm downtown.
C) Direct him/her to the nearest bus stop. Busses in LA? Only if they tried to stab me earlier.
D) Get your car, pick up his/her luggage and speed to the airport. No one "speeds" to the airport here, but I have walked a beautiful woman to her hotel just up the street. She did not invite me in.
2. You’re taking a vacation alone. Your destination:A) Beach resort — I just want to relax and de-stress. Only if I don't want to be alone for long.
B) A group tour — I don’t want to worry about the details. This is on my bucket list as long as I have a new camera and a laptop.
C) Wherever the dart lands on the map. Remember, most of the map is water.
D) Every country with a hostel — my backpack is my home. I like showers a lot, this might be a challenge
3. Blackout! You can’t watch TV, so you light some candles and:A) Dig up some batteries and listen to the radio. I have my emergency radio, but I get almost no reception at the house.
B) Invite the neighbors, light a fire and sing camping songs all night. My neighbor is a fireman, I doubt he would approve.
C) Find a friend and play games that don’t require electricity. . . Like chess. My kids freak out when the house goes dark, but, after they fall asleep, we've taken advantage....
D) Drive to the next town — oh sweet Wi-Fi, I’ve found you! Come on, I'm not that obsessed (I have my phone with me, right?)
4. The man/woman of your dreams has finally proposed. The relationship is perfect, they are everything you’ve ever dreamed of and ever wanted. They are also a multi-millionaire and want you to sign a prenuptial agreement. Which would you do?A) Sign it
B) Just not get married C) Sign it with an assumed name,then take all their money.....
5. If you were going to marry an inanimate object, what would you marry?Note: A woman has married the Eiffel Tower and another has married the golden gate bridge. Read about it HERE
I could marry my ex-admin's vibrator so I get visiting privileges.....
Bonus: You’ve just inherited a manufacturing plant that specializes in plastics. What are you going to make?
"Forgive me father," she said, "For I am about to sin."
About to sin? She asked herself if she could even ask for forgiveness when the sin was planned carefully, down to every detail, every minute of his schedule, the time, the place, and the toys. What forgiveness can I find when I rush headlong into the arms of another.
They met for the first time when she was only a novice.The life of a newly committed nun was harsh.Daily chores, hours of prayer, almost no food, little water, and study, study, study.It was the first month, she recalled, she was missing home terribly and longed for her mother’s cooking.She felt herself starving, but though of the Lord in the desert for 40 days and stiffened her resolve.
When he arrived, the entire Abbey was in turmoil.His caravan was early, the roof was still leaking, the floors were wet, the meals where nowhere near ready, and the new girls were wandering about in a state.Except for one.The new girl, what is her name?Yes, the heavy one with the pretty face and voice.
As she saw the cars pull up she looked around for the Reverend Mother but she was not to be found.Keeping her head she walked boldly to the door, stole flowers from the vase by the hymnals, and a ribbon from the Spring Flags at the door to tie them in to a bouquet.As he walked through the door, she refused to hand them to his attendant, but instead, waited for the Cardinal himself.
Their hands touched as she lowered her eyes and handed him the flowers.With a curled knuckle under her chin, he bade her “Rise Sweet Sister” and tell me your name.”
“I am Novice Antonia, “ she whispered. “ Reverend Mother has asked me to greet you.”
“What beautiful flowers from the hands of a beautiful sister.” He replied.
She lead them to the main chapel and had them sit, explaining that the spring rains had damaged the roof just the night before and all hands were busy with repairs and clean-up.
“And what are you doing to help Sister?” he asked with just a touch of a grin on his lips.
“I do this…” her singing brought tears to ever eye and dedication to every heart.She sang of love, loss, faith, and hope.Her body quivered as she reached for notes unheard, let her voice soars, and fill the grand marble hall.
As the last note drifted to heaven through the stain-glassed window over the Cardinal’s head, he leaned over and whispered in the ear of his assistant.Within moments, they were alone.
Then he fucked her.
OK, a bad ending, I know, I know, I know….A friend sent me this picture expressly for a Sunday Sacrilege piece and I had this great vision for a story.An overweight sister comes into the Abbey, meets the powerful man, gets insulted somehow, starts fasting as penance, blah blah, gets skinny, seduces priest (now a bigger man) and then kills herself on the alter at the nave and brings ruination on to the church as she writes her lover’s name in blood.As I started to read it, I just had one thought.
OH MAN, THAT”S CRAP.
I didn’t mean to re-write “The Thorn Birds” I don’t have 14 1-hour episodes to tell the story.
I wrote for a bit and stopped and tried again and then “buckled down” today to get it written and came up with this tripe.(And do not tell me otherwise), It was taking too long to develop, I could easily see another 600 words just to get her kind of naked.
So I ended it like every porn movie ever made.Blah, Blah, Blah…and then they fucked.
That works pretty well for porn, I mean, come on, it’s the most successful script ever written.
But, not for Sunday Sacrilege.So, for those who got this far, send me your name and home address and I will send you back 15 minutes of your life.
I handed her my card and the metallic click punched another hole around the edge.
”That’s load 124” she said wearily, “you’ll need a new card after next week.See the quartermaster on the way out.”
I hated this part most of all.I felt sickly, wet, dirty, depleted, and I couldn’t hide it.124?Really?How many to go?
I wished for showers but what’s the use? The dome kept the compound too hot anyway.I hated it here, nothing to do but sleep, sweat, and fuck.And how long until this batch got pregnant?The ugly ones took forever.
“Make the punishment fit the crime.” the judge said, crossing himself.
“No one deserves this.” I thought, and stepped back into my cell.
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She took my card and punched another heart around the edge.
”That’s load 124!” she said giggling, “You’ll need a new card soon.”
I winked and pulled her dress down, covering her soft, beautiful skin, she made the most amazing noises today.I’ll miss her when she conceives.
We kissed and I left, wet, dirty, and depleted.Quartermaster Gus ignored my high-five and I stepped out into the dome.
I skipped my shower so I could smell her for a little longer and walked across the sandy floor to my cell.I closed the door behind me, “Nothing to do but sleep, sweat, and fuck.
“Make the punishment fit the crime,” the judge said,
“What a wise man.” I thought, and fell asleep smiling.
I wanted to do so much more with this picture, dang you France and your 124 word limit, no more no less, just 124, what, next you’ll give us a syllable limit? Ooops, I take that back, someone might just try it.
So what ran through my mind the first time I saw this?“Hey! Where’s the naked chick?” and then after that I thought of hippies, bohemians, the homeless, the poor.I thought of Aldonza from The Man of LaMancha, as played by Sophia Loren.So beautiful, bitter, and tragic, and heart-broken when a man dares love her as he sees what she might be.What a wonderful moment.
Then the idea started to gel, this wasn’t romance, or was it?The prison theme grew out of my inability to express my “humans kept in a cage by aliens for breeding purposes” idea in exactly 124 words.(You are a cruel, yet beautiful mistress France.)I couldn’t describe the dome, the glass, the chlorine-based life form just outside the walls without giving the ending away from the beginning.I had a vision that was part Thunderdome (2 people enter 3 humans leave) nor could I figure out why they were raising human babies if they are chlorine, or even arsenic based life-forms.Sure, we eat cows, but they are corn-based quadrupeds, we just figured out how to stand up.
I gave up on the alien breeding program (APB) when my editing skills failed me, so, I thought, who else hates humans and sex but loves babies? The church, of course.What if they punished us like our dad’s did when they caught us smoking.He made us smoke a whole pack, right (or something like that, I saw it on a TV show once.)What if you were forced into sex, what would happen if it were the punishment?
OK, I’ll pause here and give the women a moment to stop laughing and rolling their eyes and saying “Welcome to my world numb-nuts.”If you ladies are through, rejoin the group and behave yourselves.
The depressing one came out first, kind of like my older brother, and I liked it, but it felt incomplete.
Maybe it wasn’t punishment at all.Maybe I could make some sappy point about positive outlooks and good attitudes and pretend that life is more than a meaningless string of biological reactions and chemical stimuli and that yes, Virginia, there is a Santa Clause and the Easter Bunny is bringing vibrating rabbits and insertable eggs for all the good girls this year.Does the Easter Bunny care if you’ve been bad or good like Santa?Kringle has the twice-check list thing going, but what does the bunny do, check for uncomfortable Sunday clothes in your closet?
Anyway, I came up with a version from another outlook, and I liked that one too.
But even then, I had to cut out a lot, I wanted the prison to be staffed with angry your homoerotically confused priests, and I wanted to explain, or figure out for myself, why they needed a captive breeding program for humans, and are the women prisoners as well or just forced into breeding or what?So many questions and so few words with which to answer them.
Maybe I should have put a word limit on this commentary…Enjoy FFF, send Panser some love and see if he’ll come back to us, and a big thanks to TaskMaster France for setting us all on our course this week.
I'm going to be out of touch most of the day today (Thursday), it's tiem for "Road Trip With the Old Guys" !!!
We are going to a football game together, however, most of us don't care so much about the game as we want to get out a bit and take a weekend off.
Before the game, I'm going to see friends and then run a little 5K race to get a new t-shirt from out of state.
The downside? 14 hours (depending on who's driving) in a car with these guys.
It should be fun, but besides a FFF post that I'm going to write after I post this, I may not be around much until evening. I will miss you all. I will be staying with friends at night so I'll have some connectivity before bed. On Friday I hope to go hiking, or sleeping, haven't decided yet. Maybe hiking then sleeping, and no, the friends I'm staying with do not come with benefits. 20 years ago I might have pursued it, but not so much now, don't be a hater, she just isn't aging well.
After the fun stuff I fly off to lovely Texas again. Thrilling. At least I hope it won't be 109f this time.
So, if I get quiet for a couple of days, try not to forget about me. I'll see you all next week.
And, if you want to get a visual, click here. The video is crap, but the guy looks like the guy who will be driving the car. And here is what the women will be doing while we are gone, no, really, I'm sure this is it.
I have three e-mails in my in-box from M.
M is a co-worker.
M is an ass.
More accurately, he has his head up his ass, therefore, he is an asshat.
This is a nice word, a lovely word, so descriptive, yet easy to spell and say.
"Michael! You sir, are an asshat."
He has sent me three e-mails in response to one that I sent him. One that I sent asking for documentation he should have sent my auditors 2 months ago, one document that he needed to have last year.
"You sir, are an asshat."
Don't make me read three e-mails excusing your "busy" schedule. We are all busy. You watch over one application, I watch over 18, my boss 38, and my auditors have 12 clients each. We are all fucking busy Michael!
Just get me the freaking screen print and I won't burn down your Mother F***ing house.
On a lighter note, please enjoy this supremely awesome video
1. You’re on a speed date. You’ve got 7 minutes with the potential partner. You already know the person’s name. What are the first three questions you would ask?
What did you like the most about your childhood?
Are you still in the same faith you were raised in?
if you wnated to learn 1 new skill this year, what would it be?
2. Have you ever participated in speed dating? Did you get a regular date/second date out of it?
I was married long before speed dating was invented, but I did a lot of dancing with my church group, there you only have 3 minutes and you have to yell over the music.
3. Do you participate in online dating? How many dates have you had as a result of online dating sites/matches?
Same thing as above. I'm feeling old now, thank you very much.
4. You are attracted to:
a. Who people are?
Funny, confident, fit, active, reasonable, curious, willing to put up with me, a fan of lingerie
b. What people have?
I need to find someone with a ski boat.
c. What they can do?
I love artists, creative types who aren't too flaky, people who can sing but don't call their voice, "my instrument", people who can work hard and stick with it. I like photographers as well.
5. What “little red flag” will cause you to end a date or immediately decide this person isn’t for you?
A felony record, missing teeth, bad breath, overt racism, a "Vote Obama" sticker (j/k - liberal girls are easy, ), a holster with a gun in it, kids, a penis.
6. What do you feel you need to sacrifice or have sacrificed to be a part of a relationship?
Time, ego, a will to live.
7. If you cooked for your date, what would you cook?
Italian, American, some Chinese, I love to cook. If it was simple and summer, BBQ Salmon with a spinach/craisen/feta salad, in winter, pot roast with potatoes and fresh peas. Vegitarian? No problem, I have a gift certificate to Whole Foods, knock yourself out and tell me how it was.
8. At the end of a first date, how would you kiss your date?
a. Press your lips against theirs
Sounds boring, if you are going to kiss, kiss. But nothing is worse than the dead fish response.
b. Gentle kiss on the cheek
Only if her mom is watching through the living room window, and even then, my hand would be sneaking inside her blouse as she tries not to giggle.
c. Lots o’ tongue, like you’re on a tonsil exploration
Ick, or, let me ask, am I paying for this date on an hourly basis?
d. I don’t kiss on the first date
Usually not, why spoil the fun, and 1-night stands are kind of nasty.
Bonus: You just put up a profile on a dating site. You must describe yourself in 10 words or less. What are your 10 words?
Honest version? Bitter divorced man seaks female equivalent for mutual degredation within budget
Match.Com Version? Come find our destiny and seek the possibilities of love
Ashley Madison? Well-hung sugar daddy seeks super model whore with matching sister.
FetLife - Kneel before me, feel my lash, meet at Olive Garden.
J-Date.com - My mother is going to love you! Please bring references.
