November 14, 2003

I got a Meryl link!

Maybe censorship isn't all bad after all. My own encounter with it really brought out some great discussion and showed me that when push comes to shove there are people out there who'll stand up for me (at least when I'm right). That's so cool.

And it's given me something very precious. A link from Meryl Yourish!

Please note that anybody who attributes sarcasm to that exclamation will be virtually slapped upside the head by yours truly. Meryl's was the first blog I ever followed seriously. This was before I really even knew what the hell a blog was. She's been over in my "Daily Reads" since this blog's first incarnation as "Apropos of Nothing" (which nobody even knows about, that's how bad it was).

So getting a link from Meryl is very super cool to me. And to make it even better, she's in support of my position.

Thanks, Meryl!

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Cool magic trick

So you don't believe in real magic? Well this will convince you. With my help you will now cast your very first real magic spell. Just do the following:

  1. Take a deep breath.

  2. Grab a pencil, pen, or other wand-like instrument.

  3. Wave your wand in front of your mouth in a counter-clockwise manner. Those of you with digital clocks just wiggle it a bit.

  4. Breath out! Jeeze. That was just a calming exercise, I didn't want you to hold your freakin' breath. Just breath normal, okay?

  5. Speak the following line three times. Each successive line must be louder than the one previous. That means that you say it once softly, once a bit louder and then again a bit louder still:

inflatus lingua nimium

Okay, all done. You've successfully cast your first spell. What? Don't believe me? You didn't notice anything? Oh, really...

How is your tongue feeling? Does it seem a bit...large? Sort of slipping across your teeth instead of sitting nicely inside the old toothline, isn't it? In fact, it now takes some considerable effort to keep that sucker in place, doesn't it? Oh, my hapless foil how you have fallen into my evil snare.

Bwah hah! Bwah hah hah! Bwah hah hah hah hah! more...

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The first to fall

The votes are in for the first elimination from Survivor: Blogoshere Island. Happily I received not a single vote to toss me. Unhappily for Pylorns he received five of six and got booted.

Pylorns, don't look at it as getting tossed, look at it as winning the first vote by a landslide. If only you had voted for yourself it would have been unanimous.

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That poor cleaning crew

Just in case that last post didn't gross you out enough I'm going to share something with you. Oh, come on. Why the long face? Y'all know that when I'm disgusted with something I share that disgusting thing with you. This increases the amount of disgust in the world thereby lowering my disgust level in relation to the world as a whole. Plus, Momma told me to always share. more...

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The most important thing to remember when you are on a multiple antibiotic regimen

DO NOT FART!

There is absolutely no guarantee that it is gas that you will pass. Immodium is your friend. No, more than that, it is your lifeline.

Given my abhorrence of the crappers here at work and my current state of being on antibiotics I am trapped in my own peculiar little hell. Any time I have the bowel urge I must assume that bad things are happening, no matter how much it feels like plain old gas. This means that any time I wish to feel gastric comfort I have to truck into the ol' shitter, whip out a paper ass gasget and alight upon the ceramic throne.

This is all because of the Paris Hilton gag, isn't it God?

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Friday! Friday! Friday!

Yes, the end of the week is here and that means it's time for The Cheddar X!

In the interest of saving space and keeping the Paris Hilton porn post as close to the top of the page as possible I've put the Cheddar in the extended entry. more...

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I found the Paris Hilton porn video

If you can't beat 'em, join 'em, right? Well, since my stats are totally mucked up by hits looking for the Paris Hilton and whatsisname amateur porn extravaganza I figured I'd just go with it.

After an intense search which led to many, many, many sites with posts much like my previous one that did not contain any link to the video in question I finally found a site that not only has the entire thing but has it for free. The site is understandably busy so it loads slow but it's worth it. This is some of the best in your face (and elsewhere) camera work I've ever seen in a non budget night vision sex video.

What's more, they have a second Paris Hilton porn where she's having a threesome with Playboy playmate Nicole Lenz and former MTV VJ/actor Simon Rex.

There's a nice compilation of Shannen Doherty stuff there too.

Without further ado, here is the link you're all coming here for: www.parishiltonshagfest.com

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No Woman No Cry

Helen has a beautiful post this morning about a simple little thing that made a huge difference in her life.

I've got a similar story. After the worst breakup of my life I was in very sorry shape. I won't get into the gory details but it was so bad that Captain Responsibility (that's me) lost his license for driving drunk during this period. I started replacing food with alcohol and things were deteriorating rapidly. Get up in the morning, have a beer, go to work, come home, drink until sleep comes. Basically just plodding on though a semblance of my former life through inertia and not having any clue what else to do.

One day after work I flipped on the radio, grabbed a beer and sat down to start drinking. The song that was playing was "No woman no cry" by Bob Marley, a song I'd heard many, many times before but never really listened to. This time I heard it and listened to the lyrics, the drum, Bob's voice. I got it. Bob was telling me "Everything's gonna be alright". I dug through my CD's, got out Legend and played that song in a loop the rest of the night.

And I stopped drinking like an ass. I finished that open beer of course, I'm an alconomist after all. But I ordered a pizza for dinner instead of finishing off the case. I still remember that pizza, it was the fucking best tasting pizza I'd ever had in my life. First actual food I'd eaten in I don't know how long.

And I called my Mom. I basically hadn't spoken with anybody in weeks. They'd called but I'm an expert in avoidance. I also have a black belt in not-being-part-of-the-conversation-when-you-think-we-are-conversing-itsu. I hadn't spoken with Mom in even longer. I love her like you wouldn't believe but she's a nut and can be very trying to speak with. I'd been avoiding her for a while.

I called a bunch of other people too. My best friend E, who had been trying to get me out of the house for weeks. Made dinner arangements for later in the week with him. I called Doppel-G (he was down in Georgia by this time). I think he knew something wierd was going on but he didn't press, just talked about everyday stuff for a while. I think I even tried to call Lil Bro but I can't remember for sure.

After that night I put my life back together. Very quickly I might add so I guess I had caught it in time before I hit the big cusp. Basically all I had to do was get back into civilization, turn on the afterburners at work for a while to catch up and (most importantly) stop getting drunk every night.

Now whenever I hear that song and it gets to the "Everything's gonna be alright" part I get a tickle in the back of my throat, my eyes water and I have to fight hard not to cry. And sometimes, when I need it, I play that song and I don't fight the tears.

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November 13, 2003

There is no porno video on this site

I've had over 2000 hits from people searching for that porn video of a certain hotel heiress. It's not here!

For all of you folks who came here looking for it - sorry you wasted your time. The closest thing I have is The Somnolence of Clouds. It has sex and nudity and there's even a certain amount of controversy over it. Go check it out. I'm sure you'll enjoy it.

Update: Over 7000 visitors looking for a porn video that isn't here. Gawd. Remind me never to comment on porn videos again.

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The Day of Nonproductivity Draws to a Close

Lousy day for this blog, sorry. The thing with my entry being held out of the Carnival had me up stewing much of the night and much of today was spent following up on the multiple conversation threads dealing with it. On the plus side the censorship controversy brought quite a few visitors to see the post, almost guaranteed that it was more than would have come just from it being in the Carnival.

Much thanks to all of the people who supported me and argued on my behalf. Especially Ilyka, who was like a rabid bull terrier today. I can't express how much I appreciate your help.

Tomorrow - good stuff. I promise.

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November 12, 2003

Censored Dreams

I wasn't left out of the latest Carnival accidentally after all. I was straight out censored.

That was a personal call based on the nature of your post. I do apologize if you feel slighted, but it was just my preference not to add that one particular post.

-Max

The post I submitted was The Somnolence of Clouds. This is my erotic vignette from a few days ago. It was well received in comments and email.

Do I feel slighted at being censored? Yeah, I do. It's pretty easy to just note that the post is erotic fiction in the Carnival description. That's the actual description I submitted it with, after all.

People who want to go there do so. People who don't, don't. Same as somebody sick of the metrosexual meme wouldn't go to Andrew's post based on the description that was put with his link.

Christianity is a thought crime. That's an okay topic. The Pussified Toit thing? Also okay. Bush, France, Iraq. All okay.

The only censored item is an erotic vignette. A piece of tittilating fiction. War, death, politics, sexuality, religion are all valid but my well written story is not.

I'm more than slighted. I'm pissed.

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It's all Ilyka's fault

Seriously. She puts these evil thoughts into my brain and I am powerless to resist.

This travesty is to the tune of Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious of Mary Poppins fame. Yes, it's true. I have molested one of the world's favorite childrens' songs. Broken down, this version is cremasteric reflex it's a scrotomatic clenchin'. I'll sit quietly until the men in the white van get here.

For those who didn't see the comments referenced above, the Cremasteric Reflex is what causes a man's scrotum to contract when his inner thigh is stroked.

Cremastericreflexitsascrotomaticclenchin'!

Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle me
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle me
Cremastericreflexitsascrotomaticclenchin'!
The pleasure that it gives your groin
Is simply beyond mention.
If you do it oft' enough you'll
Release all your tension.
Cremastericreflexitsascrotomaticclenchin''
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle me
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle me

Because I was a fraid to wank
When I was just a teen,
Me girlfriend gave my thigh a stroke
And showed me something keen.
Then one day I learned the word
For my new favorite trick.
The biggest word you've ever heard
For playing with your dick!

Oh! Cremastericreflexitsascrotomaticclenchin'!
The pleasure that it gives your groin
Is simply beyond mention.
If you do it oft' enough you'll
Release all your tension.
Cremastericreflexitsascrotomaticclenchin''
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle me
Um diddle diddle diddle um diddle me

So when you're with that special gal,
Or got some time alone,
Just stroke that inner thigh a bit
And watch your scrotum roam.
But better do it carefully
Or it may change your life.
One night I did it with my girl
And now my girl's my wife!
She does Cremastericreflexitsascrotomaticclenchin'!
Cremastericreflexitsascrotomaticclenchin'!
Cremastericreflexitsascrotomaticclenchin'!
Cremastericreflexitsascrotomaticclenchin'!

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Carnival of the Vanities?

Hey! I'm vain as hell. How come my entries keep getting lost? This is like 4 out of the last 6 where I'm missing. Dammit.

Anyway, it's over here.

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Get out the vote!

(I wonder how many times I'll use that as a post title before it gets old?)

It's time to vote for the first Immunity Challenge for Survivor: The Blogosphere Edition.

I'm not allowed to tell you which one is mine or Don will molest my cow but it shouldn't be too difficult for you to figure it out. Look for brilliance, insight, humor and smugness. That's me in a nutshell. Plus humility, of course.

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It's New and Improved!

No it isn't, you jackass! If it's new then there wasn't a previous substandard product that needed improving. In order for something to be improved you have to start with an unimproved item. That old unimproved item might have been new but just making it better does not magically erase the fact that it was already there previously.

You cannot have something that is both NEW and IMPROVED.

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Time for some wang tag!

Ryan has a post worthy of all our fecal praise.

Here's the problem with shuffling up too far on the toilet seat, and this is what I noticed just a short while ago on the crapper. As any veteran male pooper knows, when you clench off a fecal fragment, your wang twitches. Or, maybe it's just me, but whatever. The point is, when I flex the appropriate kegel muscles to pinch off a turdlett, my pecker does a little spasm dance that usually involves brief upward motion.

Cuppa coffee and a poop post. Wednesday is starting very well.

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My Life


My life is rated NC-17.
What is your life rated?

Damn. How am I going to get the Junior High girls with a rating like that?

(Link ripped from LeeAnn, who will unfortunately be swimming home within a few weeks)

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November 11, 2003

Today's Getting Better

Michele's post cheered me up quite a bit and I just got an email from the Pres that has put a big smile on my face.

I did not know until this afternoon that you were a veteran and just wanted to pass along my thanks for having served.

That's the President of my company, of course, not Dubya.

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Veteran's Day Blues

It's Veteran's Day and I've had some serious blues going on. I usually do on this day. It's part nostalgia, part loss and maybe a little bit of self pity thrown in. Maybe a lot of that last one, actually.

Anyway, I just read a wonderful post by Michele that has picked me up quite a bit. Thanks Michele.

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Please don't remind me that I'm a moron

One of the things in Kim's rant that I did agree with but didn't have the time to blog about has been expounded upon by Craig Henry. Specifically, men are protrayed as bumbling idiots in commercials and in many entertainment vehicles.

To go further, while men of all types are on the receiving end, husbands are the ones who get it worse

I don't doubt that if you totaled all the spending on these commercials you would conclude that "husbands are dumb" is the most popular advertising message in America. If TV commercials can shape the image of a sneaker or beer, what is it doing to the image of marriage.

...

I wonder if these ads are part of the reason that men are deserting TV, especially broadcast TV. The barrage of disparaging commercials just make it a little less appealing to the male demographic.

Absolutely, yes. My favorite television show is 7th Heaven. The fact that the show doesn't treat anybody as an idiot is one of the reasons that I like watching it. Other shows I watch include...uh...lemme think here...

Okay, so I don't watch a lot of shows. Sometimes I'll catch the Crocodile Hunter. Storm Stories and Mail Call are pretty good. I can always get into a decent documentary on the History Channel and Travel Channel's "Top blahblahblah of the World" are often entertaining. Notice a trend? I don't watch things that irritate me and the ever growing "guys are lovable losers/bumbling idots" thing has pretty much trashed television as an entertainment vehicle for me.

(Link snagged from Instapundit)

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