YAY! Two new pieces for y'all today. First, natch, there's Dusty Plastic HELL: Hot Flash #30... and second, an all-new, extra special St. Patrick's Day-inspired culinary creation -- Peanut Butter Pesto Okra & Zucchini Pizza! Oh Scary-Crayon, what will you think of next?! 😀

In other news, good things may actually be happening for me soon. Start wishing me luck now plz. 🙂

...or more like a weird movie I was watching in the dream. I have lots of dreams in which I'm watching strange movies. I used to have dreams in which I was reading weird books, but I like the movie dreams better because when I woke up I'd remember that I was reading a weird book and I could sort of remember what the story was about, but anytime I tried to recall the image of the page itself the words were all blurry and/or never made sense, like this one dream I had in which I was reading this really strange epic poem but when I tried to visualize the page it was just one line printed over and over and over again and I'm sure the poem had different lines in my dream! Anyway... (more...)

Seriously, I want to like, make out with her and stuff.

Yet another quick two-hitter for the masses -- A Crayon Haiku #26 and Dusty Plastic HELL: Hot Flash #28. Sorry for all of the short pieces lately, but life is really wearing on me. Tonight was my fifth straight day at the bookstore. I hate everything tonight.

Fuck it, y'know what? Special bonus for readers of my blog(s) -- Dusty Plastic HELL: Hot Flash #29. It won't officially go up for another day or so, but there you are. That's how I feel tonight, after all. Enjoy.

Given a recent comment on another one of my posts by "Anonymous Jewish Girl", I'm going to do another quick post on breast sizes. While I'm at it, I figure I might as well address TAB's response to the previous entry. He writes:

When Sarah (whose last name is "Ackerman", by the way. Not "Hackerman") brought up her cousin, it seemed more in good fun than anything. I disagree with your analysis today, Wes. You seem to be taking the spirit of the whole discussion out of context. That's my opinion.

My response: What are you talking about? In this post, I was referring to Sarah's comment about guys consistently mentioning her breast size. She wrote, "I don't want to even tell you guys how many men have outright asked me what my breast size is. Do guys think this is going to score them a second date? Do guys think this is a complement? Or that it turns me on?" That was what I was addressing here, as well as the behavior of Dave's friend on the date described in his latest post. Sarah also wrote a similar comment with respect to that post. I wasn't talking about you guys' comments about Sarah's cousin's breasts -- my point in bringing that up several posts ago was that finding a Jewish girl is at least a little important to you guys. Otherwise you wouldn't be using JDate! But that's another issue. Point being: Today's song wasn't about you and the discussion of Sarah's cousin, TAB, so don't go getting defensive. 😛

(Unless, of course, you've commented on the size of a girl's breasts while on a date, in which case I challenge you to explain your actions!)

And I'm well aware of Miss Hackerman's last name -- I just think it's more fun to picture her as a happy-go-lucky axe-wielding gal. 😉

And now to Anonymous Jewish Girl, who writes, "Hmmph. Guys never ask ME that... Maybe 30AA isn't impressive."

My question: How do these double cup sizes work? The numbers part I get, but what's the difference between an AA cup and a B cup? A DD cup and an E cup? Is there even an E cup? I hear a lot about DD and F cups, but never E cups. What gives? Anyway, AJG, maybe you should be glad that guys don't ask you that question, since it's definitely rude and may indicate that they think you're a slut!

Oh, and do you have curly, dark brown hair? 😉

Ja!