looking for drink recommendations. I've grown bored of routine gin martinis and long island ice teas. Something strong, no sweet stuff...

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looking for drink recommendations. I've grown bored of routine gin martinis and long island ice teas. Something strong, no sweet stuff...

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I'm alive, if anyone cares. Work, canning, sports, and household have me swamped. I've come here to read twice, but didn't get far.

Glad to (see?) new faces.

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APOCALYPSE NOW!


(just remember...
to kick it over...
no one will save you...

it's armagideon time!)

No offense taken Nate, Semilamma. Your points are valid. I have often thought that free, safe sterilization would be a great idea. I once worked for a candidate for the Missouri governor's office who suggested that state welfare benefits should be reduced or revoked if welfare mothers refused to have a Norplant "installed." He got trounced, needless to say.

My wife and I considered adoption but ruled it out fairly early because domestic adoptions are fraught with risks, especially where birth mothers still have a lot of room to change their minds. We would have also liked to have adopted from overseas, however we didn't feel like ponying up tens of thousands of dollars in extortious fees and take our chances that the courts in the other country would find some reason to block the adoption unless more money was thrown into the picture. This has apparently happened to some couples here in St. Louis who tried to adopt from both Russa and Ukraine.

What it really boils down to however is the fact that my wife and I are vain and selfish and we wanted our "own" kid if it was medically possible. There's no sense in pretending otherwise.

Besides, our Vice President who purports to be the nation's cheerleader for the environment should be aware that overpopulation is one of the earth's biggest ecological problems, yet he's sired enough offspring to field a co-ed water polo team.

telling Nate that my cat loves the postcard.

Do I need some sort of software to make animated .gifs?

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Reading your written thoughts, your diary, your stories and being intrigued by them..I guess intrigued by you and the life you live compared to the tidy, not terribly eventful, (possibly that is a good thing, there are some 'events' I never want to go through again) mostly even and therefore mostly dull existence I presently live. I hope to travel soon which always makes me feel better.

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why is it that people like me get knocked up at the drop of a hat, while people who are financially and emotionally prepared to have a child seem to have so much trouble? it's really not fair. of course, i'm oversimplifying, as usual.

recounting those idiots that had like 7 or 8 puppies because they had been taking inferitility drugs......the mentioned god somewhere in the mix....god had nothing to do with those injections.........and then people gave them attention and corporations gave them crap..........it was no miracle, it's the defeat of nature........selfish pigs, selfish bastards, they should have adopted.....I saw an article in the SF Chronicle while there this weekend and it stated the 6 billion figure nate mentioned andalso coupled with the phrase "consumerism the biggest fear for scientist"

I watched MTV in the hotel room, battled SUVs on the freeway and agreed.


infertility drugs are indeed evil

getting into this coffee for breakfast thing. i read that caffine is show to encourage brain cell growth.

and silly me, thinking that brain cells didn't regrow.

jimbo-you need software for animated .gifs. follow my link.

http://download.com/pc/list/1,339,0-a-0-0-e-1,00.html?tag=st.dl..srch.list&search=animated+gif&queryType=quicksearch

realizing that if the shit does come down, aka apocalypes and all, that me and my freinds would make a pretty good mad max type group. Sem can be the head strategy guy, Matt can be the spy, i'll be the prophet, and Shannon can be the muscle. Plus she already owns weapons, so we all set on that front. Bring it on motherfuckers!

thankin' Mr. Nate!

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trying to figure out the secret behind the magical mr. green and his mysterious phonebook club. why was the building in the hills of san francisco on the corner of "telegraph ave." and "cornel west blvd."? why did he hand me the note telling me to go into the kitchen and cook up something marvelous (but be sure to zip up you pants)? who was the old lady in the rocking chair? what was up with the ski-car ride? and the willy wonka elevator? and why did i drop the little dog?

any dream that vivid, complicated, and strangely relevant has to mean something.

i'm halfway tempted to go off the deep-end and fly out to san francisco in search of mr. green...

i guess i could always just go to brooklyn and buy in bulk instead...

but somehow i don't think it would be the same.

(KIND BUD) (KIND BUD) (KIND BUD) (KIND BUD)




you have the information proceed to the drop zone

telegraph ave. is in berkeley.

telegraph hill blvd is in SF. No cross streets that i am aware of. it kind of winds around telegraph hill.

the old lady in the rocking chair was norman bates.

you're having oedipus dreams again, swine son.

time to go back to work. Had the typical lunch: turkey sandwich and fruit.

got to hit the photo shops and pawn stores this weekend, pick up if i can an 80-count slide carousel tray. wish me luck, apparently they're rare beasts.

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thinking of catching the Guitar Wolf show on saturday...Japanese punk at it's finest ...along thelines of Teen Generate and Melt Banana...sounds like a good time to me.....

eatin an orange. It's slurpy.

trying to decide what to rent tonight. "Straw Dogs" or ...um... well...something?

rumbanik

getting ready to go home right now in a minute but will probably still be here an hour from now scratching my head.

i'm actually not looking forward to getting home and parking my car in the driveway, or myself in the house, that is next to the driveway, where the thieves just last night broke into the car and stole my tunes and left a big gaping hole in the dashboard doing it, like the big hole in my sense of security which, however false, allowed me to live and drive and eat and sleep and take a bath without worrying about imminent violation...

and planning to watch the rest of "Mystery Train"

interviewing for a job at 10am tomorrow. I thought I had this whole thing wired: appearing in person before a panel to answer questions for two hours. Every occupation I've ever had has required me to either receive a board certification or stand up in front of a room and teach classes.

So I'm all fired up, because this type of interview plays to all my strengths; plus I know all of the panelists and two of them have already told me they'd like to have me on the team.

But then, this afternoon, I find out the catch: six of the eight candidates are in distant parts of the country. So, in order to ensure that everyone gets the exact same treatment, we're all doing the interviews by telephone. No body language, no eye contact, just me and a god damn speaker phone. That's OK, I can deal. I'll just practice talking to my fucking monitor tonight.

The upside to this is that I can do it right here in my robe with a stubbly face and a cup of coffee. Although I kinda had my hopes set on showing up for the interview tomorrow at 10 with blood all over me and a dead deer in the back of my truck.

I'd be a shoe-in for sure.

I,m tanked,I need to get a life,I need to get out of here,I,m too social to be like this.I haven,t worked in 3 years,it,s not the fun I thought it would be.

listening to 60s surf/psychedelic music & getting a backrub from a transvestite whose hands smell of cocoa butter.

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Go get 'em, Simon!!!

At work. It is everyone's day off, so i can slack a bit.

I am doing the bureaucratic bs that comes with the territory, updating the offical state site forms. Some require little work, others require complete overhauls because the people who recorded some of the sites before me were complete morons.

I too am at work, all the important peeps are off on biz trips, whereas me and my other lackey friends are left behind and now he called in "sick". CHUMP!!!! thats ok it has been a short week for me.

Back to work, you.
I knd of enjoy this, it really does take the pain of paper shuffling away a bit.

doing print orders for the magazines, should be making more calls but fridays are always slow.............must drop pantaloons

holy fucking shit. holy holy fucking shit. i just got an email from a publisher.

not an agent. a publisher. a very popular publisher.

"I admire much of your work, especially Three Quarter Moon; someday, I hope you'll write something for us.

As it happens, I'm going to be in Hawaii next week (October 21-27); I've been invited to give a talk at WebNet in Waikiki. I'm not sure whether that's your neck of the woods, but if you're in the neighborhood and at loose ends, I'd be honored to meet you."

oh boy. this calls for a new dress. oh boy, i can't believe this.

right on sara......you know i work for a publisher, it's an exclusive gay and lesbian publisher, so if you ever come out with a great lesbian pulp fiction let me know and i can give you the info....but then again yopur posts always refer to dates with men.....oh well... would ove to of help.....who is the publisher?

thinking about all the publishing talk going on here. i got a short story picked up a couple of weeks ago. it'll be used in an anthology (anthologies like me, for some reason). also got a few poems published. that's it for the past month. congrats, sarah!

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Hoping we can come up with a consensus name for the person who just uses a line to identify his/her posts.

"Line guy"?
"Liney"?
"The Blankster"?
"Line"? (credit Waffles)
"No Name"
"Anonymoussolini"?

"fuckface" seems to work

8 Q: What must we avoid in order to preserve ourselves chaste?
A: To preserve ourselves chaste we must shun idleness, bad companions, the reading of bad books and papers, intemperance, the sight of indecent statues or pictures, licentious theaters, dangerous conversations, and all other occasions of sin.


sorabji.com is hereby declared SINFUL FOR CATHOLICS, by order of Pope Pius X, via the medium nate.

crimson, i'd really love so read some of your work.

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let me try that again.

crimson, i'd really love to read some of your work.

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rockin to Budgie counting the fuckin minutes.....i NEED to leave....

fuckface, i believe, is already taken.

flatline.



DUH!

I'm here again... it was many, many months ago... And I'm thinking about Mark and all his friends. And about autumn. And about my new home in Dabrowka Wielka (hmm... hard to translate... Big Oak... maybe).
It's nice to be here.

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Still stunned from fight club. Go FUCKING SEE IT! Its got slack. I can't say anything else.-Skooter

survived the 7.0 that came barreling thru early this morning like a herd of buffalos, waking us out of a dead sleep.

Kinda gives "rock my world.." a whole new meaning, especially at 3am.

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3AM? it was more like 6am.... a frantic and worried friend called and woke us up. We didn't feel the 7.0. but i felt the 7.5 in my head from excess boozage.......when were were awakned by the phone, nico went into the bathroom, however, i was falling back asleep and i felt the bed shaking back and forth, i thought it was her getting back in bed, then i heard the toilet flush and realize we were quaking....5.8 aftershock....freaking, i grabbed pants and her headed for the front door. I live on a steep hill, my bed room is overhanging the steepest part, if we tumble in bed, it's gonna hurt........but you know, i have had this defiant attitude as of late, BRING IT ON!!!!!!!! 8.0 muth fucka, let me feel the power, thats it I think, i am attracted to the sheer might this other earth has....

Lucky.....please come home!!! Big Sweetie LOVES YOU!!!

in full autumn mode now. No earthquakes to disturb my sleep, either. Hope everyone out there is well.

Got thru the job interview ok, I think. I'll know for sure on the 27th. Then I headed out to put some venison up.

It was like going to the deer warehouse outlet. Big ones, little ones, old and young ones, does and bucks alike. It was the right day to be out.

I finally settled on a young buck with a torn ear and a busted horn. It's a bit early for sparring matches, but this one had obviously been told in no uncertain terms that he was not going to be contributing to next year's crop of new fawns.

He was quite big for his age, having mooched off the resident cattle to fatten up for winter. The non-dominant ones always taste better than the big boys, who are so full of piss & vinegar you can actually smell it. So now he's hanging in a locker. I'll cut and wrap him next week. Tonight it's tenderloins for supper.

We got our first hard frost today, so the garden was cleared and tilled. Nothing left to do today but sip beer and catch up on some reading.

informing Waffles that I am trying to find a Brazilian Gay Magazine called simply, "G."

Supposedly some Brazilian soccor stars posed nude.

My coworkers and I simply must find it. There is a website online in, you guessed it, Brazilian, and we just can't figure it out.

Any ideas where we can go? The local gay book store doesn't carry it and has not been helpful locating it for us.

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correction on the earthquake, it was indeed around 3am, i was under the impression when i was awakened at 6, the big happened shortly before that.....hmmmmmmm, not aware of that on jim, I assume you went to Lambda rising... they were no help? A distributor of mine carries of lot of off the wall magazines, they are called desert Moon, I will check their site, and if they carry it, ask if they know who retails it. You may have a touh time with that one,

sitting down for the first time since 8 a.m.

kickboxing, chores, laundry, pineapple upsidedown cake, indian curried lentil soup.

next up, freelance deadline, write overdue column, update journal.

then surfing.

later, drinking pear distilled cognac with joan and thomas. eating cake. going to Talk Story festival at McCoy Pavillion, then to pumpkin carving party in waimanalo.

i love it when life goes back to normal. and man, i do love saturdays.

mark, you are a certifiable stitch! i should have known all along it was you; this is your best trick yet.

........well, second best.

Like usual,I don,t get that

If you want Jimbo, I have Brazilian friends who could translate for you. One of them may want crash space in your home town if he passes through there on one of his cross-country hitch hiking jaunts, but maybe not. (he's not gay, but a lot of gay men wish he was, that's for sure!)

now I must go drop a cholupa.

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i just watched "i shot andy warhol." i think lily taylor is now my all time favorite actress. i plan to vacuum and do the dishes next, seeing as dave went out, cleo is asleep, and i am wired.

the mail art exchange is a full house now, by the way.

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listening to my mystery cd's. disks that have appeared in my collection out of nowhere.

bermuda triangle, cow mutilation, lochness monster, sasquatch beast, field circle, alien abduction, stonehenge, spontaneous human combustion cd's.

this one is a kate bush offering. it's all 80's power synth chords and kate's little airy elfen voice. i remember hearing that "running up the hill" song on the radio when i was a kid.

the most bizarre find tonight was the swan's "burning world" (which was jammed underneath a seriously fucked up, brown schmegma-encrusted VU/VU.)

i've moved at least 10 times since initially moving out of the homestead at 18. yet i still keep finding new shit. i should be losing shit, not gaining miscellaneous crap from unknown sources.

anyway, i remember this "burning world" cd. especialy this song:

"when we were young
we had no history
so nothing to lose
meant we could choose
choose what we wanted then
without any fear or thought of revenge
but then we grew old
and i lost my ambition
so i gained an addiction
to drink and depression
they are mine
my only true friends
and i keep them here with me
to the very end
i choose not to remember
but i miss your arrogance
and i need your intelligence
and your hate for authority
but now you are gone
i read it today
they found you in spain
face down in the street
with a bottle in your hand
and a wild smile on your face
and a knife in your back
you died in a foreign land
and they found my letter
rolled up in your pocket
where i said i'd kill myself
if she left me again
so now she's gone
and you're both in my mind
and i got one thing to say
before i am drunk again:

god damn the sun
god damn the sun
god damn anyone
that says a kind word
god damn the sun
god damn the sun
god damn the light it shines
and this world it shows

god damn the sun."


i gotta admit...
i really like that song a lot.

I'm really pissed.... I have been waiting for almost a month to post on the damn boards, but all I get is "the message boards are down for repair"... Last night, I actually got through, but now this morning I can't get through, again! What the hell is going on? Does it have to do with the fact that I have to use AOL to get online now? I am having sorabji withdrawls!!! somebody, please, help me...

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