As I drove through a section of town today that I don’t get to often, I noticed a billboard meant to promote a particular “adult” store as a source for Valentine’s Day gifts. Other than the store’s details, what it said was,
It seems to me that, effectively, a guy who did that would be saying, “You can do without me.”
Well, RMBB 6.0 has come and gone, and the first thing I have to say about it is …
There’s no alarm clock as effective and unwelcome as a cat on a diet.
It was a good evening. I met several people I hadn’t previously met, renewed various acquaintances, and had a number of good conversations. I talked music (playing instruments and jamming) with Jeff, let Anachronista know that I was familiar with her brand of wierdness, and had a nice discussion with Tara (who was disappointed that Cheryl left early) and her friends, although Tyler was fairly quiet.
I brought some exercise tapes that I’d promised for Stephen. Good news: it’s good that I brought them, because the address I had for him is out of date. Bad news: he doesn’t have a VCR anymore. I’ll have to try to copy them to DVD (something that hasn’t worked for me quite properly, yet).
The party moved from the Wynkoop Brewery to Enotecas Trios later in the evening, and I managed to last until almost midnight before the smoke got to be too much for me. I’m still bothered by some left in my nostrils. That, or I’m hallucinating the smell of stale tobacco.
All in all, a good time. Wish I could have lasted longer.
I think I’ll enjoy it more than this individual. At least, I have nice plans and a nicer dinner companion.
As an aside, I did attend a Lupercalia party some years back. No naked, pregnant women or men in goatskins (although togas and similar attire were specified on the invitation), but we did have an animal sacrifice. Actually, make that a pseudo-animal sacrifice. The hostess had a bakery provide a loaf of bread in the shape of an animal, with raspberry (I think) jam baked inside it.
As for anti-Valentine’s songs, how could she forget “Love Stinks,” “Thank God and Greyhound (You’re Gone)” and “How Can I Miss You (When You Won’t Go Away)?“
… as evolution in action.
via Blue Crab Boulevard.
… but I thought it was pretty funny: Queer Eye for the Fandom Guy.
Feral dogs are rampaging around a condo complex in Georgia.
Via: The Shape of Days
we were learning things! We didn’t have any of this touchy-feely, politically correct, everybody’s a winner stuff – it was mano-a-mano, dog-eat-dog, kill each other for good grades!
85-100% You must be an autodidact, because American high schools don’t get scores that high! Good show, old chap!
I had dinner with my daughter this evening, and she introduced me to this video.
Contortionists can do some amazing things, but there’s often an “ick” factor involved in watching them, particularly when they’re as gaunt as this young woman.
With reference to the previous post, YouTube has video of Makoto Nagano’s successful Ninja Warrior appearance, when he became the second person to complete the course. Impressive as all hell.