Non-Sequiturs

Damn daddy.

Belly made for rubbing.

Thumbs up.

Tip my hat to ya.

Gorgeous.

Wow.

Dapper couple.

Beard and biceps.

Quite possibly too smooth, but damn.

Follow the trail.

At rest.

Damn.

Silver daddy.

Tongue and belly.

Sup?

Beefy.

Yummy.

That's a massive upper body.

Grrrrr.

Smile and abs.

Beard is definitely too much, but wow that is a tight body.

Yes please.

Ripped.

Smile.

Otters at rest.

Boing!

Amazing.

Cute.

Lickarubbable.

Grrrroink.

I'd scale those peaks.

Juicy.

I'm done.

Hey daddy!

Cubalicious.

Yeah, just yeah.

Lovely.

Not sure what is going on here, but yes.

Amazing body.

All that fur, so little time.

Nice gaze.

I could stare at those eyes for a long time.

Plaid beard.

UNF.

Um, ok, sure.

Alex Clare is becoming my dream bear.

It sure would be nice if I got more than just spam comments on my blog.

My office chair is trying to kill me.

Oh Lucky Brand jeans, where have you been all my life?

Apparently, cronuts (think donuts made out of croissants) are all the rage in New York City, with people standing in line for hours to get one. Really? It's a dessert, not a cure for cancer.

Yeah, that totally makes sense.

Does Lenny Kravitz ever age?

I've been avoiding a clean up of a project I have been working on. It's an organizational/structural nightmare that I just haven't had the focus or drive to complete. I finally got down to it and somehow the structural issues have not been as bad as I originally thought. While I sometimes thrive on having a tight deadline, sometimes it helps to be able to put something aside and let your brain subconsciously deal with it until you are ready to tackle things.

Looks like any future trips to Russia are now out. Jeez, they are about as bad as Uganda.

People sometimes change and there is nothing you can do about it.

Yup.

A friend who bought my ticket to the Foals show bought me a t-shirt when he went. It's a really cool t-shirt, but I noticed last night that the print is completely off-kilter. It looks really weird. But I love the shirt, so, oh well.

If you are in your late 40s and come home so drunk you pass out on the stairs and then puke, you might have a drinking problem.

The new meds I am on gave me some side effects (nausea, tingling extremities, dry mouth) that went away after a week, but every so often they come roaring back. Ugh.

Never underestimate my ability and willingness to procrastinate.

LOL.

You know that restaurant that has been around for years, that you pass by almost on a daily basis, that for some reason you never have tried out? There is likely a very good reason for that decision.

Finally we are getting some real warm weather in Atlanta. I am crazy, I know, but I love hot and sticky summer days.

The font style for Uber is so damn sleek.

If you run around with a bunch of PJQs (Pissy Judgmental Queens) I don't want to associate with you.

This is how it works (or in a perfect world, should work), you have your belief in some entity and you pray to that entity for things to happen. I respect that you have said beliefs, and don't do anything to prevent you from practicing that belief, nor do I make fun of you or attempt to get you to believe anything else. You, on the other hand, respect my belief that there is nothing out there, and don't try to enact laws to prevent me from living my life. Thank you.

Oh hell no.

I've never been much of a fan for earrings or bellybutton piercings, but I have no issue with nipple piercings or a PA. Go figure?

I always wince if I see someone with a tattoo on their penis.

Initially I was unimpressed, but the new Austra album is growing on me.

No pit tickets for Sigur Ros, but at least I got seats.

Going to see Sigur Ros at Chastain Park is like seeing the Mona Lisa at Whole Foods.

That's about right.

I wonder sometimes what it would be like to have a family that asked me real questions, not just surface formalities, about my life, and engaged in my life rather than doing everything possible to avoid knowing.

If music is good, does it matter whether the person making it is well-educated in music theory? Contrary to popular belief, I am not a hipster or snob about music, and to me, if it is a good song or good piece, what does it matter if the person making it is not schooled in time signatures? Am I not considered a writer because I haven't studied all the intricacies of grammar and sentence construction? No.

I still can't listen to London Grammar's "Wasting My Young Years" without bursting into tears.

Your cute for the day.

Lyrics Rattling Around My Brain

"I’ll be giving up, oh
Home is where the heart is
And I gave it to you in a paper bag
Even though it’s tarnished
You told me it’s the best you ever had
You got my secret combination
And I don’t be giving that out easily
With my deep
You can tell that you were brought the same for me

So please don’t let go, cause you know exactly what we found
So please don’t let go my darling
You keep me hooked up underground
It’s gonna be you and me
It’s gonna be everything you’ve ever dreamed
It’s gonna be who and me
It’s gonna be everything and everything, we’re meant to be
We’re meant to be

Rolling with the punches
So they won’t get inside our happiness
Love is always hunted
But you’re white rose is soaring through my tear
Cause you know you give me something
Yeah you give me exactly what I need
Got my blood pumping
You know you always draw more blood, I bleed

So please don’t let go, cause you know exactly what we found
So please don’t let go my darling
You keep me hooked up underground
It’s gonna be you and me
It’s gonna be everything you’ve ever dreamed
It’s gonna be who and me
It’s gonna be everything and everything, we’re meant to be."

Disclosure
"You & Me"

"Shut the door, shut the door
because I'm staying here.
The world might disappear under blankets of snow.

"Anne!"
There's a wonderful word that you will liken it to
but it's caught in the back of your mind though.

Okay,
and some will say "to you will go the world"
Shut the door because I disagree.
And Memnon sighs relief.
Some circles you can't leave."

These New Puritans
"Hologram"

"Force-fed resurrection
Swirling misconception
Searching for the calm
Lost within the storm

Lasting contemplation
Hanging from a rope
Slowly burning through
The quest will conclude
Reaching a point of...

Stillness, stillness

Searching, praying, dying

Call it in the way we speak
Destined to answer
The prolonged question

Rope begins to snap
Return from the black
Light beings to shine
Reaching for the point of...

Stillness, stillness."

Kylesa
"Point of Stillness"

Appealing Things

Relaxing weekends with friends
Star Trek: Into Darkness
Jon Hopkins' Immunity
Peach Party Weekend
Shoulder workout so good I am seeing stars
A good sweat
Iced coffee on a hot day
Andrew's incoherent babbling in the mornings
Peace and quiet at work in the mornings

Annoying Things

White tennis shoes
Ticket scalpers for Chastain Park shows
Lack of motivation at work
Saigon Basil
Drunk girls in gay bars