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Cinco de Mayo
Did you write all of this up, nan? Thanks, and Happy Cinco de Mayo! To thems who can take it, drink up! I'll definitely dream of those luscious salty sour margs ;)— May 5, 2010 12:47 p.m.
...i always feel like somebody's watching me...
on the side, 3rd option, etc etc etc. Understandable that you are bored, twistie, but the way you think about relationships is so...dead, somehow. I am constantly floored by the way this blog shows how petty and small our real thoughts can be. I guess any average diary can show this. People get bored, and they want excitement. However, to maintain this state of just physical excitement with someone whose ideas, whose mind, has never been mentioned? You are really that sustained without anything intellectual involved, really? Floored. But keep up the good writing, man ;)— May 3, 2010 10:59 p.m.
The First Saturday In May
I know refried could tell a tale or two about the races--he was supposed to do another blog on them, and perhaps he will yet! I dunno, though. Lovin' the horsies, but hoping the horsies really love to race, and that there is far less mistreatment these days than what I've heard there used to. You gals'll set me straight on this, won't you?— May 1, 2010 10:28 p.m.
Trip to the Final Frontier with Willie!!
Road trip! Yaaaaaay! bout time someone got us up and running. Thanks nan! Firstly, though, the plan to have me drive is sheer folly. The one time I was entrusted at helm of a vehicle, I almost drove it off a desert cliff! We want to stay alive, so best stow me in the back ;) And if nursie can bring along something stronger and smoother than the nitro, say, some intravenous fluids, much obliged. Nitro makes me think of Blue Velvet with "Frank" (Dennis Hopper) singing a little refrain. Eeks! "and can u hook us up with..." Ahh, I'll take care of that particular legal, medical request, nan. :) "My youngest sister, named after the drive-in movie theatre where she was conceived... (yeah, let it sink in for a moment)" Yeee haw! That is awesome indeed! So her middle name is " Drive In" ?— May 1, 2010 10:19 p.m.
Dorian Hargrove suffers life-changing skateboard accident
"SDANIELS, LET HIM ENJOY PRAISE FOR THIS MAGNIFICANT STORY INSTEAD OF MAKING IT ABOUT YOU AGAIN..." JohnnyL, congratulations! You just made "it" about you, and your tendency to swoop in and flame randomly in CAPS. Best concentrate on your own social inadequacies before closing your punctuation-starved fangs around others, hmmm?— April 30, 2010 10:06 p.m.
...TGIF...
"Shoot, before you know it, I’ll be staked out with my digital camera, waiting on things to happen that I can use later on…or is that a big obsessive? Might have to rethink that last one, ask myself if I truly care that much…" Our narrator should question his attachments to voyeuristic activities as a way to 'control' others, and to feel powerful oneself. Example: Think of that guy from Kids in the Hall, who used to go around squinching his fingers together, and say "I've got you now! I'm pinching you out!" His 'victims' were just far enough away that scale put them between his pinching fingers, indeed. But remember: that is an exercise in scale. You may be pretty much out of proportion to reality. And your desires allll circle around watching others and recording them? Obsessive, much? Sick, a little?— April 30, 2010 10:03 p.m.
I Want William Shatner
re: #45: Does this mean I don't get my sidecar? ;(— April 30, 2010 7:36 p.m.
Letters
Exactly. Let's not let this blow out of proportion. If you read the actual piece written by Dorian, there is no "hit on the medical community," and actually very little mention of even this doctor. Read the piece in its entirety before you comment.— April 30, 2010 7:22 p.m.
Come Hither Lil Poetess
PS: I looooove me some Rumi ;)— April 29, 2010 8:03 p.m.
Come Hither Lil Poetess
I'm a little slow these days, sorry, nan! So you are absolutely smoking something to have elevated me to better poet than you! I appreciate the "coming out" blog, though--very sweet, 'deed! You'll have to give me a day or two on the posting of another poem. They have to be typed out, as paper copies are all I have left after disks compromised by virus picked up in France (ooooh those Fraaannnche viruses!) There won't be a heck of a lot to share, but I will try to find something for you, dear.— April 29, 2010 8:01 p.m.