Thus revealed, the creature buried its nose in the tire-tilled soil...
March 10, 2004
Fluff. And a beatnik poem! And photos... :)
Category: Miscellany

I've been enjoying my break from the rapid-fire substantial posts, so let's have another laid-back one tonight. Hopefully I won't spend too much time writing it. I'd like to get in a movie or maybe do some more work on another SC feature before my energy levels flag and I'm forced to retire, but that may not be for a while given that my sleeping schedule has been way off. So we'll see.

Julie (congrats on the new job! :)) has posted a list of twelve things you'd put in a box to tell a blind date something about you, presumably before you meet. I'm going to do one of my own -- not tonight; probably tomorrow -- but tonight I'd like to respond to something Julie wrote by way of introduction. Noting her reasons for declining to write a list of deal breakers (see mine here), she added, "Sorry Wes, but if I listed my deal breakers, it would be a pretty depressing post. An example would be if you said to me that you didn't like to give oral sex because 'I just don't do that, it's gross.'" And in the comments section -- where I noted that I didn't see what was so depressing about it -- she responded, "Well, for a girl to hear that...it's depressing. I don't know. I'm sorry, I know your thoughts on the subject of sex, so I'm a bit embarassed!"

WELL! Some of my thoughts on it come out in the deal breakers (see link above), but in any case those comments didn't explicitly convey my thoughts about oral sex.

So allow me to do that by way of a beatnik poem I call "Sacrilege". Somebody GIMME A BEAT!

If

I love you

enough to looooooo-o-o-ove you

enough to gaze in-to your eyes

and see the sun-rise

enough to give

YOU kisses

on the cheek

and be enthralled by your mystique

because you're so damned unique

and get so excited I squeak

every time that I begin to

speak

to you

Then why

tell me, why

would I want to shove your face

into that nether-place

from whence I go

wee-wee?

Sacrilege.

Thank you, thank you. So yeah, that pretty much sums it up, Julie (and anyone else who was curious and/or found that amusing) -- I personally don't understand how people can claim to love one another and insist that their lovers' faces disappear between their legs from time to time for the sake of pleasuring them. It's kind of demeaning, if you ask me. I wouldn't request it of anyone, and I'd hope that no one would request it of me. After all, how can we get lost in each other's eyes if either of us are mining away below the belt? Think about it.

Also, cunnilingus has been linked to mouth cancer. So take that into consideration too. ;P

On a not-so-related tangent, one of those monthly e-mails from The Square, a "networking resource" for graduates of uppity schools, showed up today. There's a SquareDating personals service they've got going, so usually in these e-mails they'll highlight two member profiles, a male and a female member. Usually I don't find them to be very interesting at all, but this month's girl was cute enough for me to go and read her profile in full and look at her second picture. Really attractive (don't you agree, Caren?), seemed like a lot of fun. And then I scrolled down to the "about you" section -- which would've been equivalent to our recent "looking fors" -- and there it was: Height : 5'6" - 7'11". So it's not like I would've contacted her anyway (and I think it costs money -- no thanks), but still, there we go -- once again, The Wes has been disqualified on account of height. Sucks.

Yep, his name is Bacardi Silver.

So there's Bacardi. (And here and here, too.) I took him for a walk yesterday and played with him for a bit. He seemed happy for a while; then I had to put him back in the bathroom so he wasn't running amok and wreaking havoc while I slept and as soon as I left his sight the poor guy started howling like a banshee. I think this is why people should get two dogs, at least if they're like this one -- Bacardi gets lonely pretty quickly, so he sure could use a playmate. I don't know how he takes being in his little kennel all day while my sister's out attending classes and drinking with her buddies. And now she's off in Florida for Spring Break. This poor dog gets neglected too much. 🙁

I also did a lot of sneezing yesterday, which leads me to think that I may be somewhat allergic to the lil feller. D'oh.

And in other news, traffic picked up on Scary-Crayon today with 150 unique visitors -- the highest it's been all month. And the April article seems to be doing really well. Not only has it gotten some positive feedback in one of the TMNT forums I frequent, but it's smashed the TMNT anime review in terms of hits. Here, have a look -- unlike the one prior occasion on which the TMNT anime was barely defeated, April's got nearly three times as many reads. Way to make an entrance, Miss O'Neil. 🙂

Stylin'!

And I put styling gel in the hair of my Turtle Trolls. 🙂

Hope you enjoyed this fun fluffy post!

-posted by Wes | 2:50 am | Comments (0)
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