Non-Sequiturs

Beefy daddy.

Wow.

Great chest.

Yummy.

Beautiful body and fur.

Pretty much perfect.

Leather Daddy.

Beefy.

Handsome.

Sexy Daddy.

Grrrr.

Yes, please.

Damn.

Solid.

I know what I want for breakfast.

Hey neighbor.

Yes, I would be directing my attention there as well.

Sir, yes Sir.

So handsome.

Sweet Baby Jebus.

Likewise.

Smoldering.

UNF.

Sweet lil belly.

Haaaaay!

Gorgeous beard.

Yes, too many tattoos for my taste, but he is a stunning looking man.

Backwards baseball cap aside, he is pretty perfect.

Desert hunk.

Chest and bulging bicep veins.

Wet and hot.

Just hot.

Grrrrroink.

Here, let me wash your back for you.

Double Daddies.

That stomach.  Woof.

Just gorgeous.

Pics like this make me want to live my life at the gym.

Wet chest fur.

Wish he had fur, but those are some sculpted abs.

Chesticles!

Hot buttered rum is disgusting.

So is egg nog.

I am a little shocked when people say they don't like Provincetown.

While I find most sports pointless, boxing, to me, seems to be the most pointless. Although, golf is a very close second.

Our cats.

I do believe it is the height of tacky to bribe the valet to get your car first at a funeral home after a service. And I don't care if you look like Andre Leon Tally or not; it's rude and annoying.

It still amazes me how many bands skip over coming to Atlanta.

There is a fine line between manscent and stink.

Massive Attack's third record Mezzanine is one of the most perfect records ever recorded.

Ironic that scientists this week found the world's oldest living creature, a 507 year old clam called Ming, and killed it trying to figure out how old it was.

Makes you think that today's generation has such easy access to information that it sort of kills the wonder in trying to figure things out.

You don't have to be furry, but it sure does help.

I don't handle drunken compliments well, and especially when they come via text.

I don't care if my office door is glass and it appears that I am not busy, if the door is closed you need to knock on it instead of just walking in.

Whoever said you can't choose your family is dead wrong. At this point, I would actually do more for my chosen family than my blood relatives.

I need a fur cape and man heels.

Although Movember is for a good cause, I want it to be over with so all these men will grow their beautiful beards back.

No matter how well things are going in any relationship I am in, I always feel like I am a much better partner "on paper" than I am in real life.

I don't really follow what passes for "news" these days, especially if it is television based. It is all built on sensationalism and hysteria, focusing on the most outlandish stories in order to increase ratings and get advertising dollars. I basically skim the NY Times and several other (somewhat) more respectable entities, though in the end, it all seems the same.

It's rather sad I have to go outside my own law firm to get a will drawn.

Exactly.

Take a compliment; it's not difficult.

We all choose to hear, see, and believe what we want to believe.

Here are a couple of quotes that always stop and make me think:

"Because we don't know when we will die, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well, yet everything happens only a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more, perhaps not even that. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless."

Paul Bowles (The Sheltering Sky)

(Talking about a dream) "...it was like we was both back in older times and I was on horseback goin' through the mountains of a night. Goin' through this pass in the mountains. It was cold and there was snow on the ground and he rode past me and kept on goin'. Never said nothin' goin' by. He just rode on past... and he had his blanket wrapped around him and his head down and when he rode past I seen he was carryin' fire in a horn the way people used to do and I could see the horn from the light inside of it. 'Bout the color of the moon. And in the dream I knew that he was goin' on ahead and he was fixin' to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold, and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up..."

Cormac McCarthy (No Country For Old Men)

My friend David used to say I was a sophomore album nerd. I generally would always love the second, less popular record from a band/artist that had a successful debut.

Your cute for the day.

Lyrics Rattling Around My Brain

"Through the haze of my confessions
I see you
And all my intentions lead me
Closer to you
Trouble with attention
I need to laugh
And through my obsessions
See the ways
We come to pass

Breakdown
Painted on my face
Place on me the song I sing
Later when you're not awake
And all your thoughts of me have gone
Away away away

Through the haze of my confessions
I see you
Who lends a hand of mischief
Keeping us fondly amused
Regrets of our deception
Lay on our path
But I would give it all
To be of the mind
We came to last

Breakdown
Write a song to sing
Awake as you fall asleep
Later when you've turned to her
And all your thoughts of me have gone
Away away away

I sit on through
Next to you."

Braids
"Juniper"

"You say you're a refugee
Of the long term loving scene
As you stole your kiss from me
But how different could I be

To the others, you've been hating
Broken lovers, but it's over now
All the others, you've been hating
Broken lovers, but it's all over now
Fall in love

Can you feel it?
Can you feel it, it's burning in our minds
Just believing
Just believing it once in your lifetime

You say I'm the reckless one
So you shy away from love
But how long are you gonna run
From the things that you want in life?

All the others, you've been hating
Broken lovers, but it's all over now
Fall in love."

Cut Copy
"In Memory Capsule"

"No one seems to stay they just leave you cold
No one seems to know why your love grows old
Chasing and wasting for our own desires
love what we need until your need grows tired
I need money, I need money
It’s taking me too long for this debt to drop
And if it comes to it, I’ll be dancing down the table tops
Cuz no one can help me now
No one can help me now
No one can help me now
I don’t need a love
Got enough worry to fill me up
I don’t need a man, I don’t need a man
All that he does I can, I can
No one can help me now
No one can help me now
No one can help me now
I don’t need a man, I don’t need a man
All that he does I can, I can
I don’t need a love, I don’t need a love
Got enough worry to fill me up
Had enough
Had enough
Had enough
I don’t need a man, I don’t need a man
No one seems to stay they just leave you cold
No one seems to know why your love grows old
Chasing and wasting for our own desires
We love what we need til the need grows tired
No one can help me now."

Poliça
"I Need $"

Appealing Things

Italian bread crumbs
Gesaffelstein
DJ Corey Glover at after hours
Baby otters
Bike jocks

Annoying Things

People who walk on the wrong side of the hallway
People who wear board shorts at the gym
Dress codes for concerts
The word "selfie"
People who can't be by themselves