Its been a while since I had much to say about the alien



And though she taught me lots I've new lessons from the FT. FT010 began with:
1) those little rings that chicks have as peircings about 11 inches below the belly button are not for looks - they're to help with orgasms.
2) time away from the gf should not be spent with much selflove on the day, or day before she returns - her doja master had explict lessons on how to deal with ignorant angle gaijin white bastards.
3) demands for anal sex are not meant as a favor to a bf, they're a practical and direct request for something now.
4) her girlfriends are hot, attractive and she'd like great comments about them,.. but all 3some situations are for her to decide, and that may involve Darryl the gay guy.

As with most people there's a bunch of junk that the FT doesn't like about me, and some unique stuff that possibly bugs her especially.

So we're driving across town after dropping a bunch of kids off at the movie. It's heavy traffic, just after noon, cars weaving around on the freeway and I've decided to drive. She reaches over to undo my belt buckle, and etceteras. okay.. then entices me to pull my pants down a tad. The 2nd car rides low, it has normal windows, people can see in. I'm not keen, but the drive is going to be about 20 minutes. I decided, "agh,.. best not take away her fun"..So I go along with it. Soon she's really going at this. She knows her stuff and doesn't nick me when we ride over bumps. To keep some privacy I go into the far left lane so folk aren't driving by both sides. But its tricky, folk behind me can see her in and out of the seat. And we're going swift, soon 20k or more over the speed limit just to keep up in that lane. There's light whispy rain, damp road but clear. Suddenly there's a short honk to the right. I turn. Two guys are giving me a thumbs up from their silver car. They've been tailing me - I wondered why..I gun it for about a mile, and ask the FT,'Hey.. maybe you could stop. There's folk cheer9ing. They may let others note." She humours me, smirking. But I can tell she's chagrined and disappointed. Stupid old bald anglo bf.

There is only one reason I'm updating my lj,... Thats to provide absolutely lost surfers or people who are kicking back here after I've made a comment with at least some sense of what is up with me.
Lately that is the FT. For the last few months I've been dating, seeing or exhausted with a french chick almost half my age. I know this may seem like a dream come true. And 'm extreemly happy, quibbling about details are for my epitath, or emerg doctors.
I've been playing some silly trips on the girl. One is the wear the same clothes gambit. I've worn sloppy jeans, a t-shirt, hoodie, puffy vest and cat-peeish running shoes on almost every day we've been together. She says that won't drive her away - still the one time I showed up from work with a gap shirt I'd slept in and pants I'd only worn three days had her crying. I may look at a iron soon.
but she does scare me, -- she can see, or suspects I'm falling in love. or fightin it,. or trying to back out of that.
and I have to learn french. Her buds know of me, and are angry she's hanging with an anglo. The age diffeence isn't a problem. I'm one of the enemy.
.. yet she's fun.
dangerously. almostly crazy fun. like.. I enjoy the smell of her feet, but she doesn't like me licking them when they're sweaty,.. so she'll do other things to keep me away from them. And if she's impatient that's sometimes whacked jumk I'm not used to. And she's apologetic about it a bit,.. but can just be agressive and make her way.
I'd meant to explain exactly what that meant - shoooot best do it.
Some achieve orgasms speediielier through stimulations not exactlieii
nite
folk

Spring brought predicatable problems from the field, if not in type at least in complexity and number. Its a good surprise that the type of things people ask me to deal with are my own to work on as I like. The sad part is that they are everyone's version of secret. A few union yahoos or shut-ins would be elated to hear what we're facing, but everyone else, even the most liberal and free-wheeling would be alarmed; out of context it isn't possible to state the nature of things that go wrong in my business. People would freak.
And weirdly, as one gets solved another is tossed on the pile, then the next, its distant cousin and soon truely whacky things from the prehistoric error. We're on that one now. To be specific workstations lagging and flaming out. The Ultimate kid says its middle-ware; which means as much to me as that we've got gerbils painted in stipes instead of checks. I'll keep looking. The weeks are dragging.
The bright side is.. the rest is solved, my Boxer bud has stopped sending me 70 emails a month and its summer polo. Weird rope burn on my head from the seam of the Teabaggers bathing suit - its a good burn.

I mean to get back to lj in the next while. There is a choice betweeen four types of blog:
1) a warped version of my actual life with the meaning of real things hidden. Its not possible to say what I do on the internet. I'm bad with secrets but ANYONE over six would say, 'hmm that's kinda interesting Mr. but are you sure that no one flying to Amsterdam tomorrow will see that?'.
2) recollections of my younger years.. babes. late night trysts, the gay guys that hit on me.
3) totally made up versions of reality. Lies.
4) drafts for stories on stuff.

Robert Service lived near my mom when she was a kid.

There are strange things done in the midnight sun
By the men who moil for gold;
The Arctic trails have their secret tales
That would make your blood run cold;
The Northern Lights have seen queer sights,
But the queerest they ever did see
Was that night on the marge of Lake Lebarge
They cremated building three.</b>

A little honesty must go alongway. I'm here cause of lakittykat. A babysitter left a link to ratemybody, I followed that and found this chick. She was living in her basement with kittens and rabbits, had a dresser against the door to stop intruders, never left the house,.. it was diabolical. She wrote and still writes entrancing entries, pages long, about something like going through the MacD's drive thru as a passenger, or trying on an old halloween costume as a tomatoe. Herstory commenced, now she's in her twenties. I read several blogs - for reasons I've not figgered they're mostly chicks who didn't complete high school. The exceptions are nnnuts, Mark from capitalstool, hussman and futhman. I'd still be reading motel666 and terrajen but the 666 vanished, terraj made herself FO. The rule is dykeydismal, actionaction, tiredofsleep and some chick in auszie land who I lost somehow.. and artist, missingzer0 or something similar. The last is kinda a depressed chick.

There are other great authors: holeinmysock, PFK/fphcom, katsby, tampaxsuperstar, on NN there's SuddenLee, Shelly Ins8iable, veryverybadgirl, loveliquidwraparound. It is strange that the best are like Katherine (motel666), wild and free, and compeletly out of mainstream education. The 666 has disappeared, a flurry of fake's are on the net now. By the way,.. the babysitter also left a couple of links to chicks in france, neither I nor those french chicks know why we still converse on MSN, it just is.

I had to read the last entry thrice to be certain I'd written it. So long ago. I've been up to nothing good in the meantime, except saving lives and our project from destruction due to the machinations of "The Crater". Its tuff, I never realized keeping secrets, truely completely keeping them, might be a part of my life that I'd wash onto, though no person has even hinted I should. Some things can't be disemminated carelessly. Everyone with common sense would say, 'No.. you shouldn't write stories about that - it'll freak folk needlessly".

In the meantime my sis sent a bunch of promo pics she's hawking for her Alberta tour; http://wyldchiayld.blogspot.com/

Whimping out and dissing Plato Einstein declines specfics, "Most inconceivable in the world that it is conceivable."

The Big E musts had a handle from some pre-Nostradami vision that the greek P's vision would morphe to a lame Bruce Willis autoerotica vehicle plato,"The fifth element, i.e., the quintessence, according to Plato was identified with the dodecahedron. He says simply "God used this solid for the whole universe, embriodering figures on it". So, I suppose it's a good thing that the right triangles comprising this quintessence are incommensurate with those of the other four elements, since we certainly wouldn't want the quintessence of the universe to start transmuting into the baser subtances contained within itself!"

The Dogon say that twin pairs of creator spirits or gods called Nummo hatched from a cosmic egg.

Cipactli is a dragon-serpent that floats in the void of nothingness. Beyond
Cipactli's monster body nothing exists. Our large and ever extending universe and all the other universes beyond are contained within Cipactli.

Crass power maps suggest thisIn 2003, an apparent periodicity in the cosmic microwave background led to the suggestion, by Jean-Pierre Luminet of the Observatoire de Paris and colleagues, that the shape of the universe is a finite dodecahedron, attached to itself by each pair of opposite faces to form a Poincaré sphere. ("Is the universe a dodecahedron?", article at PhysicsWeb.) During the following year, astronomers searched for more evidence to support this hypothesis but found
none..

There's plans afoot. My errant wildchild sis should be driving out April in the Astro Van. Her pa has agreed to sell it for $5k ( we wanted it free - but hey).. She'll bring her carpenter/cocaine addict beau, and a load of baggage.

So there'll be two vehicles. the van and this.



I'd of course love to have a little scooter or something:

Its difficult to concentrate right now, and its the same thing most nights, a shameful happenstance - my animals, particularly my cat, have become sucky. They drive me nuts. She's a tuxedo with a slightly kinked tail. About 13 years back she was a stra stopping by to hang out with my cat Max. Six years ago Max was terrorized away by my sis-in-laws Rhodesian Ridgeback, that left us with just Mary. Apparently cats become more glommie as the get older, or maybe she just took a long time to become familiar. Whatever it is the notion that my pillowspace will forever be shared by a small furry mammal, who I suspect makes my nose itch at night.. well. this --- is whiney.

There's just other things to consider, but its distracting around here, the dog too. When I'm home, clothed, and not hiding out in the jacuzzi with a glass of wine, a book and bubbles, he follows me. Like a big white mohawked gizelle, in the room I'm at, when I'm going for a poo, when I run to the basement, "where are you going mister - don't think of taking off without me". He's not a badly behaved dog, and i don't ball him out or treat him badly for following me. Its just annoying after a time -- I think he realizes that if he doesn't keep his presence constant I'll likely not take him for the long nightly walk into the great white moonlite expanses -- which are awesome spaces out behind my house: across the tracks and by the wandering ditches snowey ditches filled with skunks, ducks and anoymous angry beedie eyed furrballs who've requested to remain anonymous.

The things to consider likely need it. Work is going into a 2nd site; even moderate problems could contribute to the demise of groups of strangers: as the project gets bigger its statistically a certainty that our stuff will be considered a contributing factor within investigations into problems --- that's nerve wracking. Also I've just created a polo team out of a bunch of furry wannabees (our team name) ... and my teen group has started up - they're keen but all over the place insofar as skill and intentions. Meanwhile across the country my lapdancing sis has caught a bun in the oven, either with her cocaine involved bf, or during her recent poly-country trip through Guam, Thialand and nether regions unknown.

Time to sleep, the cat is.

http://boats4sale.ca/ox/index.htm

Very little charge left on this computer... ahhh.. well
... it looks like I've been promoted from a C player to a B player.
My dreams of becoming a world class polo player in my 50's are,
well at least only insane now, intead of simply preposterous.

May have to edit this later... in order.
000 - my suggestion for the Evil Leader of the Monkey Lord's wedding
00 - our team with Medals. I'm not holding the goalie.. that's the Terrorist. I've the eyepatch
0 - in the pool
- Sharkgirl's team, she's easy to pic'outa the crowd

K.. there's some news. It was a peculiar game. See we arrived at about 10. Me, The Huge and Serboy flew down in my Element. first game was a blowout, during which I apparently knocked some kid unconcious. he was gibbering in the lifeguard's room, dragged on deck to get cold compresses and eventually an MRI.. game 2 .. similar whopping.. and I'm starting to pay attention to the Terrorist, who was scoring relentlessly on anyone who wanted to attack her in the whole. Eventually we played the Titan's 2.. beat them 9 to 7. The Serboy was on that team. picked up one of our medals and stood for our pics... On the drive back he went on a bit about how the Terrorist was much more beuatiful than SharkGirl. I like both, and the SG has already passed on me.. so I'm kinda Terrorist inspired, but an objective viewer might feell..

These are great. Annoying, pointless, wastes power and is one more thing to go wrong, but that's missing the point.

Through Christmas I've been trying to add lights to a few computers, and now I'm about ready to use a few glue sticks and just goo blue tree lights into the system. I don't care if it overheats, I'll backup into the network - I just want it blue.

The first attempt worked. The computer guru down in the Glebe harvested the components from my old 1.7 athelon and smuggled them into a new case, adding 256Mgs of ram. As Freewheeling Franklin says, Ram in times of no money is better than Money in times of no Ram. Not that ram will ever become short again just distant memories of the dark days now.. Anyhoow.. the new system is glowing blue. The kid loves it. He's starting to suspect it has old components - we have to upgrade to XP quick, and get it trimmed, or he'll fess the details.

So inspired I tried a second system. Bought some acrylic sheets, cut them to the size of the sides, pasted them on with industrial velcro and tried to put a cold cathode tube in. Found nowhere to attach it. Seems one needs an inverter for that. The glue gun is calling me now. And those blue blue led lights...

I rarely comment on not so exs - as my phantasies mean little,
but this night I have to quote her,
"Why do you say you want me- because you want to pacify me and not come
and kill you or because you really do?
>Of course I want you, you've an amazing ass, and you're too much
>of a temptation in really any place. Its nutsy. Even when you're pissed
>and we're out like on a bench or somewheres, you're still a huge
>turnon.
i want to hear from you that you do not want me
either say it or do something;
if you do not, ill find you and kill you

After the Katina troll, skyhook project and webpage work, I'll admit that throughlast months back injury I perused newbienudes.com regularly, not just cause its gratuitous sex, but also cause its wacky. I love whacked. However there's a notorious aflitction there: teen guys, dorky foreigners and loaner dolts like myselfsearch out unknown pics of kinkoidal teens to post them yanking choads, dildo enterprising or coyly posing. They fake that some chick is posting the pics, hoping to trade candid shots or connect with some bi-lass willing to get to know "both of them" The pics seem to a available from borrowed camphones, de-erased digital cam pics and obscure european porn stashes. They sometimes look legit but careful eyes rat on the guys soon after they're posted. The scamed pics cam be lame, particularly when its obvious an otherwise decent guy is posting pics of some chick that dumped him long ago, hoping to lure other chicks in to the bi-relationship with his girl, when no such girl exists no more. The sadnesses of others lovelorn doesn't saddem, its just sad. Of course the beautiful ex in my aging stable aren't sending me pics this moment, --- scared to ask - they shouldn't.
... andyhow, there's a point, sorta. , see some girls, beautiful coy wonderous confident but curious teens, seem to catch onto this frenzy of apparently many girls posting pics, and they just get together with a camera, something pliable or otherwise probable or posable, and snap a dozen or so pics, which they then post into the ethernet. Quickly I'd guess they're engulfed by thousands of PMs from guys who know they can rescue this bit of nummieness from other desparation, and theirs, and the girls eventually, and reluctantly vanish a few months later. But it's sweet, and the purest form of innocence, an elegant denoument to the chaos the boys play in.

http://spaces.msn.com/members/bloonail/PersonalSpace.aspx?_c01_photoalbum=showdefault&_c02_owner=1&_c=photoalbum

Put pics up from last year.

where oh where will that witchy woman wilma go?

With much momentum behind things that are going well in the world I'd suspected when Bush was put into office he'd find it impossible implimenting plans to bring about Armaggedon.
( maybe I was wrong. )

Devil Rays don't look as dangerous as I'd like, but I like their cool blue colour