Month: October 2005

Day of the…

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I can’t seem to find any time or inspiration to write anything. So a few quick updates. Go celebrate halloween – pagan or otherwise, candy or black midnight rites, carnal or child-like. But have yourself some horrific fun. For myself. I’m planning to hand out candy to cute teenage girls and try to scare them […]

I can’t seem to find any time or inspiration to write anything. So a few quick updates.

  • Go celebrate halloween – pagan or otherwise, candy or black midnight rites, carnal or child-like. But have yourself some horrific fun. For myself. I’m planning to hand out candy to cute teenage girls and try to scare them a little.

  • I managed to hurt myself at the gym friday, tearing or spraining or straining something in my left bicep, to the point where I could not stretch out my left arm friday. Not that I mind; I’m better now and it didn’t stop me from maintaining my workout, though curls are out for another day or two.

  • My kids are dressed for halloween as an egyptian high priestess, and as medusa. I have cool kids.

  • I just got Resident Evil 4. I’ll come up for air in a week, meanwhile, I need a Green Herb or a First Aid Spray.

  • I got my nipples pierced saturday. And boy is this feeling distracting, I keep wanting to play with them.

  • I’ve now seen Sahara four times. Wow, do my kids like this movie.

I’ll try to expand on some of this later, but for now, dammit, I have work to do.

The Burn

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I always forget how much better I feel when I’m working out. I used to work from home a lot of the time, so I had a gym routine down, week in week out. For several years. But then that changed a few years back, and ever since, it’s been hard to hit a workout […]

I always forget how much better I feel when I’m working out. I used to work from home a lot of the time, so I had a gym routine down, week in week out. For several years. But then that changed a few years back, and ever since, it’s been hard to hit a workout routine I can manage long term.

It’s been way too fucking long. Last year, I got a good routine going early in the year; working with a trainer to get started, and then a two or three times a week routine of mostly free weights and just enough cardio to keep me in shape (I fucking hate cardio, but I can lift weights all day once I hit stride).

I managed to blow that out last fall. Right up to my Fiji trip, I was going, hell or high water, nothing stopping me. But when I got back, I just seemed to never find time. I was busy – morning meetings, too much work, and the gym seemed to fall off my priority list. I managed to find ways to keep active, some walking, general stuff like sit ups and push ups that I could do around the house. So I was keeping in shape, if not getting better.

Then somehow, after christmas, sometime late last winter, a lot of my life sort of hit a wall and I quit taking care of myself.

I’ve felt like shit for most of the last six months. And finally got to the point where I needed to do something about it.

When I walk into my local gym after a hiatus, I always have this moment of oh yeah, why haven’t I been back? It feels like home. The same geezers are still there every day, some of the same trainers who’ve worked there for years. The machines are all where they belong. And I wonder why I don’t get back more easily?

I’m a creature of habit. I make my coffee the same way every morning. I go on down a well worn path, same things every friday, same thing every sunday, whatever, until I hit an obstacle, and only then do I change. Yet I quickly wear a new path to the water hole. My gym routine, once broken, is suddenly so much harder than not going.

Today, finally, I got up without thinking, pulled my dusty gym shoes out of the closet, and went to work out.

God, I love that feeling. My thighs are rubbery from leg-press. My biceps are burning. I’ll be sore tomorrow, because as always, I started to hard and worked ’til it hurt, because I don’t mind that it hurts. I like that it hurts. It’s good hurt.

Gym hurt is like sex hurt. Like bites and scratches. Like sore from hours of hard fucking. Tired, and broken, and wanting more, and having to stop because the body fails.

There are two roadblocks. The first is going. The second is, building a routine. The first one’s easy if I can only remember; it’s that second one that gets me two times out of three.

If I can just get in there tomorrow – start a new friday routine. If I just keep equating gym hurt with sex hurt…

j-void

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I’m having trouble reading any of my friends journals this week. they’re all fucking sqeeeeing about journalcon. I’ve always said, one of my life rules is that I’d rather regret what I did than regret what I didn’t do. That’s central to who I am and always will be. I’ll do things in life I […]

I’m having trouble reading any of my friends journals this week. they’re all fucking sqeeeeing about journalcon.

I’ve always said, one of my life rules is that I’d rather regret what I did than regret what I didn’t do. That’s central to who I am and always will be. I’ll do things in life I should not, I’ll do things I need to apologize for. I’ll do things, now and then, for which I need forgiveness.

But this was a case where I chose to regret what I didn’t do, and I’m reminded why I hate that choice. I had good reasons for avoiding j-con this year, let’s say, family maintenance that needed doing. I had to make a call, audible at the line of scrimmage. And you know, I guess I did the right thing.

But I’m fucking sad when I read Ray’s or Trance’s or Fredlet’s accounts of j-con. There were people there I really, really wanted to meet, really wanted to see. I’ve been looking forward to having an i love you man session with Brutha Ray for months and months. I miss him, he’s too far away.

Sigh. And Sigh.

Hey, Ray? Let’s not wait til next year. I just gotta figure out how to get my ass to Austin, or New Orleans, or something.

‘H’ is for handcuffs.

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I have to post this, only because that first line should win an award: LOS ANGELES – The red and cuddly Sesame Street Muppet Elmo has learned a new lesson: ‘H’ is for handcuffs. Yeah, that’s my kinda muppet.

I have to post this, only because that first line should win an award:

LOS ANGELES – The red and cuddly Sesame Street Muppet Elmo has learned a new lesson: ‘H’ is for handcuffs.

Yeah, that’s my kinda muppet.

Skull Lust

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I seem to be all about lust this week.

(Yeah, I can hear you in the back, whattya mean this week? – shaddup, willya.)

First there was tattoo lust, then seventies-spanish-babe lust, and now we’re back to my unending desire for cool skull rings.

We’ll talk about my other, never-satiated lusts later.

I just found a new ring maker, who, I think, might have beaten my Clapton Skull as the coolest realistic skull ring ever – the DeadRingers classic skull:

Classic

(click the image to enlarge, or here for an alternate view – the ‘order’ link is here along with some other jewelry)

I fuckin’ want this thing. I can see it on my hand, next to my prized Tony Creed skull.

This is a stunning ring. Absolutely stunning. The only issue I have with these guys is that they’re priced too high (Though not absurdly high like Bill Wall). But they’re shooting higher than Tony, and for less fully custom work. That’s the only reason I have not already ordered this ring. If they would knock that price down just a little they’d have my business in two fucking seconds.

But you know, it’s on my wish list, so anyone who wants to show daddy some love…

Chicas de calendario de los años 70s

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This is what girls looked like when I learned just how much I really liked girls. That’s from a ‘Chicas de calendario de los años 70s‘ collection – 70s pinups from Spain. (found as usual, on BB) Man, what a difference from today’s porn.

This is what girls looked like when I learned just how much I really liked girls.


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That’s from a ‘Chicas de calendario de los años 70s‘ collection – 70s pinups from Spain.

(found as usual, on BB)

Man, what a difference from today’s porn.

Ink Lust – San Jose Tattoo Convention

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I spent a little time at the San Jose Tattoo Convention today – a wholly different vibe than the Central Coast Con that I went to early this year. That other con, in Paso Robles, CA, was more about the meth set than about the art. I didn’t really have time to get tattooed today […]

I spent a little time at the San Jose Tattoo Convention today – a wholly different vibe than the Central Coast Con that I went to early this year.

That other con, in Paso Robles, CA, was more about the meth set than about the art.

I didn’t really have time to get tattooed today – I wasn’t planning to go, in fact I didn’t even realize it was this weekend until my mother told me about it. But given that I had to bag j-con (and I know I’m going to feel bad about missing that for, like, a year), I figured it was worth dropping in on.

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History of Violence

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Quick summary review – A History of Violence is a spectacular film. Without any major spoilers, the story is of a normal guy named Tom – almost too normal – played by Viggo Mortensen. He’s got great kids, runs a little coffee shop, has a hot, loving wife, played by Maria Bello. All is well […]

Quick summary review – A History of Violence is a spectacular film.

Without any major spoilers, the story is of a normal guy named Tom – almost too normal – played by Viggo Mortensen. He’s got great kids, runs a little coffee shop, has a hot, loving wife, played by Maria Bello.

All is well – we see him parenting his kids, we see him happy in his job. We also get an incredibly hot sex scene, where we see Maria Bello put on a cheerleader costume, flash her panties, and then get to see the only 69 I can recall ever seeing in a big hollywood movie. It’s a natural and absolutely real moment.

And let me say how fucking hot I think Maria Bello is. Rrrrrrrrowr.

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No J-con

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Looks like I won’t be able to get to j-con after all. Which is a long and uninteresting story that maybe I will tell later if I get really really bored. To all you j-con people, I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am. Drinks on me when we finally meet, drink ‘fo […]

Looks like I won’t be able to get to j-con after all. Which is a long and uninteresting story that maybe I will tell later if I get really really bored.

To all you j-con people, I can’t begin to tell you how sorry I am. Drinks on me when we finally meet, drink ‘fo days until you fall down and pass out.

Yeah, I know the ‘sphere was down for a while last night and this morning. I managed to break something, now corrected.