Plans for the day
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Posted:May 9, 2008 8:15 am
Last Updated:May 15, 2008 6:55 pm
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I was in a pretty good mood all day. Felt great, getting things done and having some fun. It was even a so-so hair day. What more could I want? (Ok, that's rhetorical.. don't answer)
Then I hear a yowl that only angry cats make. I go outside and see my little white cat Sophie looking to pounce on the most pitiful, dirty, smelly, bloody, beat-up cat you've ever seen walking. This feline was in bad shape. If I had the means, I'd have euthanized him right then and there. The thought did cross my mind. And it might have been the better choice for the both of us.
I took it in and gave it some food and water. It didn't take much of either. I don't think it could. Then it laid down on a towel. I petted it once in a while. It purred. It meowed occassionally when I wasn't near. It moved once in a while. It kind of followed me a bit. If I was in one part of the house, it would move that direction. It finally laid down near the doorway to my bedroom.
I can't remember what I was doing. I heard a few meows. I told it not to die. I heard a kind of scratching noise. I peeked in and it looked comfortably stretched out, so I went on with what I was doing.
Around 7:30 or so, I go to check on it. It didn't move when I said something. It didn't move when I touched it. It wasn't going to move at all. When it had "stretched", it died.
That was Wednesday. I'll bury it at my mom's today. She's got plenty of land and there's already a small pet cemetary there.
With the clarity of hindsight, I see that all I did was make its last hours a little more comfortable. This might sound cruel, but the kindest thing might have been to pet it a little, let it feel good and purr, then snap its neck right there on my porch.
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Hey! Twatwaffles!
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Posted:May 6, 2008 7:28 am
Last Updated:May 8, 2008 7:07 pm
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No more blogging today! It'll be a while before I can get near a computer again and I still haven't caught up to what I missed because I was sick.
Whoever stole one of my watchers... return it now and I won't fillet you for funsies.
ADDED. Plans got fucked. You may blog as you see fit.
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You
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Posted:May 5, 2008 10:27 am
Last Updated:May 8, 2008 8:23 am
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I get sick as fuck and not up to getting online, then I have a busy weekend, and you people aren't considerate enough to pause with the blogging until I can get back.
Thanks, ya bunch of cretins.
ADDED! I'll be gone most of the day on Tuesday, the sixth! NO BLOGGING! It's a blogging holiday. So say I, so mote it be.
Another ADDED! I lost a watcher while I was gone. Whoever you are, I live by the rule: 'If you love something, set it free. If it doesn't come back, hunt it down and ritualisitically sacrifice it.' I'm coming for you, former watcher, unless you come back first.
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Tasteful
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Posted:Apr 25, 2008 3:20 pm
Last Updated:May 5, 2008 10:12 am
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By REX BOWMAN TIMES-DISPATCH STAFF WRITER
BLACKSBURG -- A weapons dealer who sold a gun used in last year's Virginia Tech massacre came to campus yesterday to argue that letting college students carry concealed weapons is the best way "to get serious" about stopping killers.
Eric Thompson owns the online store TGSCOM Inc. of Green Bay, Wis., which sold killer Seung-Hui Cho a .22-caliber handgun, one of two guns Cho used. At the end of Thompson's 45-minute speech last night to about 60 of Tech's roughly 26,000 students, he was warmly applauded.
"I'm standing up for what I believe in, and more importantly, I'm trying to save lives," said Thompson, whose company also sold two 9 mm Glock magazines to the gunman who killed five people at Northern Illinois University in February. "There's people right now who are preparing to come into classes and kill as many people as possible and then kill themselves."
Thompson's visit came the week after the anniversary of Cho's April 16, 2007, massacre of 32 students and teachers. Thompson was invited by the Tech chapter of Students for Concealed Carry on Campus. Tech does not allow students to bring weapons to school.
Fearing that Thompson's visit might spark protests, campus police kept their afternoon shift on the job late and brought the evening shift in early, putting about 20 officers in and around Whittemore Hall, where Thompson spoke. However, no opposition showed up.
The Students for Concealed Carry group, which claims about 200 members at Tech and 25,000 members in the United States, wants state laws and college rules relaxed to allow students to carry concealed weapons on campuses, arguing that armed students are a good way to keep killers from racking up large body counts.
"It's a nationwide protest, if you will, a people's protest," said student Ken Stanton, head of the Tech chapter.
"For people who want to arm themselves, there shouldn't be policies in place to stop that," Thompson said.
Thompson's visit was condemned by the Brady Campaign to Prevent Gun Violence.
"He's trying to sell more guns," said Paul Helmke, president of the Brady Campaign. "He couldn't buy this kind of publicity. It's amazing that anybody brings him anywhere to speak."
Helmke said allowing students to carry concealed guns is a bad idea because campuses are stressful environments where weapons could easily be stolen or misused.
"Having more guns there just makes it more dangerous," he said. "Let's keep the guns away from people who are dangerous, and if there are concerns about security on campus, let's get more security officers."
Thompson, though, called students responsible adults and said that sometimes individuals have to depend on themselves alone to thwart killers.
"We need to get serious as a country and as a university to make sure we're prepared to stop them," he said.
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Make your pitch.
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Posted:Apr 23, 2008 5:16 pm
Last Updated:May 17, 2008 3:54 pm
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I got the idea for this blog from another, so don't go thinking I'm having an original thought.
I've noticed the private blogs and each one of them has an area for private messages so I can plead my case to be added to their network so I may comment on their blogs. I'm going to skip over the pros and cons of having a private blog and skip the pleading, too.
Instead, you can come here and make your sales pitch. Why is your blog worth my time? Are you amazingly hilarious? Are you thought-provoking? Will you be stopping by for a run'n'tickle?
What about the network you already have? Sycophants? Are they willing to NOT suck ass and differ in opinion? Can they handle a debate without getting whiny? Can they even fucking spell?
What is in it for ME?
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The neighbors again...
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Posted:Apr 20, 2008 6:57 pm
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2008 1:14 pm
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Every once in a while they make these noises. It's been going on the entire weekend. I've heard enough to be able to develop a theory or two:
They're very religious.
She cries to God and Jesus a lot. Very intensely, too. I wonder what she's praying about, if they're indeed praying? She'll start with one or two deep, husky 'Oh Gods', then she'll say them faster with a higher pitch and more volume, dropping in a few 'Jesuses' in there. She prays so hard that she has to change position once in a while and cramps a bit. I guess she sweats a lot, because she needs to keep a towel handy. What does it mean when she says 'God you're so big'?
They have a strange, but possibly effective, workout routine. This would explain the heavy breathing and the need for a towel, as well as the 'fuck yes' and 'right there, that's it.. almost there' and the 'come on.. come on.. you got it' kind of encouragements you hear in a gym. The heave breathing also supports this theory. It's so nice when a couple can work out together. It sounds like they get a great cardio workout.
They're CiA practicing 'vigorous' interrogation techniques. This would explain why she complains of being stuck in one position or needing to breathe because he waterboarded (I assume) her more than once in a minute. I guess the new procedures they're working on are hard on the joints.
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My cats are useless.
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Posted:Apr 16, 2008 6:37 pm
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2008 1:11 pm
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Oh sure, they do the normal cat stuff. Purr, eat, crap, and occupy my lap on THEIR time (I told you that story), but, in the end, don't have a use other than to keep me company.
'Well, what do you expect them to do?', you might ask. I'll tell you.
There's a short story written by Harlan Ellison called 'A Boy and his Dog' set in some post-apocalyptic world. It was later turned into a movie with Don Johnson and Jason Robards. It has some of the same vibe that 'Soylent Green' and 'Logan's Run' had (humanity will do some fucked up shit to survive).
In this story, a guy wanders the wasteland with his dog. Forget the rest of the story, the is the important part right now. The is geneically enhanced to telepathically communicate with certain humans. This was done so he could sniff out the enemy hiding in tunnels in Asia and tell the soldiers with them what they've found accurately and quickly.
This no longer found any sort of enemy for the guy he hung out with now; he sniffed out pussy. That's right; this would smell a female and tell his partner where it was so he could go get laid. Women were hard to come by in that post-apocalyptic hellhole, and, as you might imagine, were most likely not well-treated.
This gave him an advantage, though. Now that's a useful pet.
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Follow your heart
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Posted:Apr 14, 2008 4:01 pm
Last Updated:Apr 15, 2008 1:11 pm
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Last Monday brought some very nice weather to the Miami Valley. I took advantage of it and went down to the Riverscape downtown.
I sat on the concrete steps in the warm sun and just enjoyed the music coming from my MP3 player, watching people walk by. Some had gotten their bikes out and were whizzing by on the path down at the river's edge. Others were running or walking along. A few others were doing a variation of what I was, alone or with someone.
Then the battery died on my MP3 player, leaving me with my thoughts and the rest of the sounds of downtown Dayton and the people around me. I saw a woman with a bag of bread crumbs feeding ducks in the water, walking a few feet back and forth. She was younger than I, in her late 20s or early 30s, slim with dark hair. A windblown mass of soft curls framing a face of gentle shapes, nearly lineless features, soft brown eyes and full lips that curled up near the corners. She was slim, but not bony, in a light knee-length dress. Very lovely.
Of course, my thoughts centered on a constant refrain we often hear from talk show hosts and motivational speakers and pseudo-philosophers: Follow your heart. My mind ran around and around the idea, about what good can come on acting on that sort of impulse and what bad can come of it. It's a treacherous path, that ideal. The trick is to know what you really want and if that is really something that won't destroy you should you obtain it. The whole time, I'm watching this idyllic vision; the woman cooing to the ducks, tossing them bits of food that they swarmed over, quacking their impatience if she took a little long. They followed her every step back and forth, those ducks.
I decided. Today I would follow my heart. I got up and descended the stairs, watching her every move as I approached slowly. She saw me and turned towards me. I smiled back. Then, I pushed her in the river.
I walked back towards the stairs, smiling at finally following my heart. I stopped, then, with the thought, 'What about what her heart wants?' I decided it wasn't. I turned back, grabbed the bag of crumbs that she'd dropped, and sprinkled the rest of the contents around her to feed the ducks. Some got in her hair.
Both our hearts got what they wanted.
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Rubber on wood is always good.
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Posted:Apr 13, 2008 5:56 pm
Last Updated:Apr 16, 2008 5:41 pm
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The next ad campaign for Trojan. It's also what you get out of my brother-in-law when moving a piano and securing it in the moving van with bungee straps.
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To all Gold and Silver members.
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Posted:Apr 11, 2008 1:26 pm
Last Updated:May 7, 2008 6:55 pm
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I've seen quite a few blogs where the gold and silver members complain, sympathize, and lament the recent restrictions put on us 'poor, abused, and misunderstood' standard members, especially in reference to the webcams. Thanks. We appreciate it. But let's be clear on a few things, ok?
citymixx.com is here to make money. That's their motive. To make money, they have features that are only available if paid for. That will never change.
From what I've gleaned, part of the reason for the restriction were complaints from the premium members. YOU! You weren't complaining about legitimate users, but the fakes use the standard memberships, so when you complain about a feature the fakes use to try and pull a scam, you're inviting the very restriction we now have. Thanks again.
You sympathize. We appreciate it. You don't like it. Great. Want to make a difference. Stop fucking paying. A blog post does nothing. Emails won't, either. Only cancelling premium membership will make a difference. That's why the heeded the complaints in the first place.
So, rather than blog, try and inspire boycotts, claim outrage and say you'll stop doing whatever, do something useful. Cut off the cashflow.
Please, don't let the standard suffering continue.
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A BIG question.
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Posted:Apr 9, 2008 6:01 pm
Last Updated:Apr 13, 2008 6:23 pm
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'He has the most beautiful cock!'
What makes a cock beautiful?
EDIT: Though I have heard this about myself, that's not what inspired this post. I KNOW we've all read this very statement in various blogs all over citymixx.com and I'm curious as to the qualities that make a cock beuatiful. Skin color? Veins? Size? What?
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Self-serving post
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Posted:Apr 8, 2008 5:05 pm
Last Updated:May 29, 2008 8:01 pm
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Oh yea. I'm gonna sell all you ladies on the idea that I'm the most sensitive, romantic motherfucker on here. Better than ANY erotic story can or some description about how I spent a day with a , mine or not mine (I don't have any). You're going to read this and ALL fall in love with me and you're all going to have to take numbers to be treated the exact same way, because, as sycophants, you are all the same.
Really... I'm clowning a certain kind of blogger. If you haven't recognized him yet...You might not be paying attention, you haven't been here long enough, or you've fallen under the spell.
I'm a sarcastic asshole sometimes. Satire is fun, so don't get all twisted over it. Enjoy the post.
I did write this in a writing exercise a year ago. The goal was to take a word and write something. The time limit is 15 minutes. I didn't select the word, so I didn't have a choice on what my subject was. Again... This post is for shits and giggles and fun.
Autumn
Autumn is when I knew her. I knew her well. I knew her best. When the ground fell dormant and the sun grew short, I knew her best.
Autumn is when I knew her. Not in the winter. Not in the snowy cold. I remembered the fall and it's days of fierce lust, All lost in the snowy cold.
Autumn is when I knew her. Spring brings new life. Spring brings hope. While nature shook off her coat of gray cloud and white ice, I sought new hope.
Autumn is when I knew her. Summer heat came. Summer burned us out. The days grew long and life ran rampant in chaotic growth, The summer burned us out.
Autumn is when I knew her. Fall came again. Fall drowned me. As I watched the trees, then ground, explode in a riot of gold and red, Fall drowned me.
Autumn is when I knew her. No other season. No time as sweet. So spring is for lovers and summers for weddings while winter makes close us all, Still, no time sweet as fall.
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Wanna fuck?
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Posted:Apr 5, 2008 9:51 pm
Last Updated:Apr 10, 2008 6:18 am
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This isn't the post you think it will be.
I just read yet another bitchfest blog about the 'wanna fuck' emails. They come in two flavors: one is from the women complaining about them, and the men bitching about those emails making it so tough for them. [br[Both flavors place the onus completely on the men. We can all agree they're fuckheads and deserve a nice drag through a field of broken glass, but that's not the entire story.
I hate to say it and burst a bunch of bubbles, but that strategy keeps getting used because sometimes, it WORKS! That's right. If it never worked, it would never get used. Unsuccessful approaches do not get used. Some women, somewhere, are fucking these guys.
So next time you want to post about your frustration with these 'wanna fuck' emails, remember to put some of the blame on the women going ass-up and face-down for that same email.
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To link to this blog (GimmeAThrill) use [blog GimmeAThrill] in your messages.
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