Sunday, January 28, 2007

Sunday Mop Up 01/28/07

Bucket O' Coffee in hand, here I am, trying to make sense of the world around me. It's the weekend and my job and all its problems seem like a million miles away, when actually it's just about 5 miles up the road there. That's okay. Tomorrow I'll turn back into a good little corporate monkey. Today, however, is mine to fritter away as I see fit. So here I sit, feeling the cafeinne surge through my system, thin out my blood, and tickle my brain cells. Who knows what balderdash will fall out of my head and land on the computer screen? Let's find out!

Let's Talk About Sex, Baby

Have you ever had such an intense, fulfilling sexual experience that merely thinking about it gets you all hot and bothered all over again? One little moment in time that serves as a reminder of how damned great sex can be, how damned great chemistry is between two people when it's there, and how fucking awesome you are as a sex machine when so inclined? You relive it because you've been plugged back into yourself as a primal force, surprised at how, in the throes of Passion and Abandon, you know what you want and you know how to get it (tip of the hat to Cheap Trick, there). And, by merely thinking about it, you are transformed back into that enthusiastic, adventurous, and aroused beast all over again, long after the fact? You feel filled with contentment and pride and are motivated to continue to put forth effort in the complicated work of interpersonal sexual connectivity because, man, when that switch gets properly flipped, the power in the electricity lights up your life?

Yeah, me too!


Potato chips or french fries?

Personally, I'd rather have the chips. Fries have way too short a shelf life when sitting next to your sandwich. They're tasty and hot at the beginning and before you can get halfway through your sandwich, they've turned cold and hard. Potato chips never turn on you, they remain crisp and crunchy through the whole meal. Well, unless you get them wet. Once they're wet, potato chips are worthless. But, it's easier to keep chips dry on your plate than it is to keep your fries hot long enough to finish them off

And, for what it's worth, I'd rather have plain, old potato-flavored chips than the ones all covered in a mixture of chemicals that make them simulate the flavor of baked potatoes, pizza, barbeque, pickles (wtf?), or cheese.

Hot Daddy At The Christmas Party Update

We continue to talk on the phone, looking for an opportunity to get together and hang out. Just found out from another friend that he lives with his mother. What? Sorry, but this is a big, red flag for me. Well, maybe a big, yellow flag. I'm proceeding with severe caution at this point. Maybe it's because of my own determination not to become one of those "middle-aged gay men who live with their mother" that I am highly suspicious of others who are. This might be a deal-breaker for me.

Maybe I'm over-reacting. I've been known to do that, ya know...

Jimmy's Latest Really Awful Gay Porn Of The Week:

"A Rim With A View"

Old Dog, New Tricks

I bet you think this will be about sex. Sorry, nope.

One of my goals for the new year, as assigned to me at my evaluation at work last year, is to take some classes to further my education and sharpen my skills as a worker bee. I am surrounded by databases, yet don't know much about them. My boss, the computer geek that he is, is always pointing out that our department really needs a database for this, or a database for that. I nod my head and agree, but the fact is, I couldn't build one to save my life. It's time I learned how.

So, I've arranged to take a few classes about understanding Microsoft Access 2003. For the next three Fridays, I will be in a class, feeling completely overwhelmed and confused. I'm certain that, at some point, I will experience an aneurysm and blood will come squirting out of my eyesocket onto the monitor in front of me, as I slump forward in my chair and my face hits the keyboard.

But, at least I'll be dead then, and out of my misery.

Now Back to the Gay Stuff

It's time to sign up for Texas Bear Round Up this spring. A whole hotel filled with big, furry, masculine gay guys. Last year was my first time there. I was so nervous that I got sick. I'm hoping to be calm this time out. we'll see...

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