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Some search terms that lead people here in the last 24 hours:

“monkey make love woman”? Seriously?

To summarize: this seems to be the site for virgins sexing up some porcupine monkeys.

Update: Within the last few hours it has gotten curiouser and curiouser (if that is even possible): michael jackson nude, first time sex, washington state law re: virgins having sex, state laws illegal for a man to have an erection, rectum stretcher email, people having sex with monkeys, minnesota men women underwear law, 18th century dildos.

At least now I know what I am dealing with.

Freaks!

What’s Up

Brainwasting

Netflix had sent Walk the Line our way. I was thoroughly entertained by the movie. I think Joaquin Phoenix did a wonderful job singing the songs of Johnny Cash. However, I would have liked to have seen less lip-syncing since it was actually his voice on the songs. I tend to be bothered in movies that feature people who are supposed to be singing obviously not really singing.

Other movies we’ve watched recently include: The Cave—eh, Into the Blue—eh, North Country—a little better than eh, The Man—pretty funny, The Cave—eh, Waiting…—fell asleep, The Transporter 2—fell asleep, Wedding Crashers—pretty funny but still fell asleep, Corpse Bride—totally snoozed, Girl with a Pearl Earring—don’t remember whether I fell asleep or not.

I have been listening to a lot of Alison Krauss, Johnny Cash and Lyle Lovett lately. I am not sure why. I am obviously getting old. That may have factored in to why I really liked Walk the Line. (Don’t think it’s been all straight up country/western/twang/bluegrass—there has been quite an eclectic, strange mix with some Trick Daddy, Mike Jones, and Weezer. But wait… it gets weirder. Throw in Israel Kamakawiwo’ole’s rendition of Somewhere Over the Rainbow and that song Do Somethin’ by Britney Spears.)

Around the homestead

Our run in the current townhouse will be up at the end of August. We have been looking around off and on for a house. It’s just hard to know that the smallest, ugliest house in the worst area is going to cost us a quarter million dollars. I have a hard time trying to reconcile that as an acceptable thing to do. I could buy a small farm for that in Ohio. But alas, sonny, you aren’t in Ohio anymore, are you? We’ve checked out an area north of the Everglades that has a small town vibe. We’ll see what happens with that.

Workaday

I’ve recently moved into my own office at work. It’s small but it’s mine. My work of late has been less Web oriented and more Windows application interface design. It is something that I had only been doing infrequently until now. The people that have had occasion to review it see it as a marked improvement over what was there before. I still see it as needing improvement. Our new agile development methodology (it’s Scrum, thanks for asking) doesn’t allow as much of an incubation period for design as I was used to, so some of those improvements aren’t going to take place. That’s something I struggle with daily—the idea of where to compromise. What will suffice and what really must change?

What will suffice and what really must change? Indeed.

Things Gleaned

Curly Savannah

It’s amazing what strange things you can learn in the course of a day. Each individual piece of knowledge taken in context is not necessarily all that strange; however, when you throw it all together and just let it hang out there it can be something quite different.

There are such things as nude dinner parties and nude bowling—people I know may or may not have attended them. There are clothing optional beaches not far from my house—people I know may or may not have frequented them. There are roughly nine and one half inches between the left and right nipples of people in my office—they may or may not have measured them. Photos of nipples taken in zero light with an infrared camera can appear more prevelent on different monitors—people may or may not post these photos and then later remove them at the request of the subject whose erect nipples were photographed.

See what I mean?