Non-Sequiturs

Damn.

Beefy belly.

Hot beard and chest.

Sexy Daddy.

Beautiful fur.

So cute.

Grrrrr.

Another sexy Daddy.

Daddy day.

Beautiful.

Wet.

Handsome and amazing chest.

Adorable.

Bear contemplating.

UNF.

Sweet Jebus.

Striking profile.

Chesticles.

Drool.

Sweet face.

Sweet body.

Hmmmm.

Hot belly.

Hot man with an instrument, woof.

Bedroom eyes.

Bedroom everything.

I'm feeling peckish.

Gorgeous beard.

Lick.

Devour.

It's the 21st century, you would think we'd be able to perfect temperature control in an office building by now.

As my friend Stephen pointed out to me, if we are saying something bizarre is happening at Xion, then it is truly bizarre.

It looks very silly when you take a selfie with an iPad.

I have finally reached the age, I think, where exchanging Christmas gifts with family and friends is no longer necessary.

One of my favorite holiday pictures.

I miss having a solid door to my office.

Can we have a moratorium on arty photographs of doorways in foreign locales?

Someone explain to me why OneRepublic is still around?

Andrew and I ate dinner at our favorite Mexican restaurant the other night and they had a telenovella on that was cut so frenetically I was surprised people didn't get whiplash from watching it.

Yeah, that would be bad.

I remember when all the big law firms in town had very lavish holiday parties. When the economy turned all of those parties went the way of the dodo. All they have at my firm is a "holiday breakfast" in the dining room.

Burial is back; and all is right with the world.

India's Supreme Court recriminalized homosexuality in one of its rulings. If I had any interest in going to that country, it has certainly been quashed.

SoundCloud can be frustratingly difficult to use sometimes.

I hate to say this is pretty true.

We got a large Bumble Christmas decoration that is about 2 feet tall and lights up. I love it.

Apparently, the firm's Christmas gift to me is the return of my office nemesis!

I almost forgot how good Cold Cave's album Cherish The Light Years is.

Someone hit my car on the way home from dinner last night. First accident I have been in since 1993. Luckily, the guy barely hit me, but it is still going to be a pain in the ass to get it taken care of.

Your cute for the day.

Lyrics Rattling Around My Brain

"A gardener told me some plants move, but I could not believe it
Til me and Hannah Hunt saw crawling vines and weeping willows
As we made our way from Providence to Phoenix

A man of faith said hidden eyes could see what I was thinking
I just smiled and told him that was only true of Hannah
And we glided on through Waverly/Lincoln

Our days were long, our nights no longer
Count the seconds, watching the hours
Though we live on the US dollar
You and me, we got our own sense of time

n Santa Barbara, Hannah cried, 'I miss those freezing beaches.'
I walked into town to buy some kindling for the fire
Hannah tore the New York Times up into pieces

If I can't trust you, then dammit, Hannah
There's no future, there's no answer
Though we live on the US dollar
You and me we got our own sense of time."

Vampire Weekend
"Hannah Hunt"

"Talk to me and watch me crumble
You will see you got mine down

Faithfully I will look over
There I'll find what you've become

(What you've become)

You help me lose my mind
And you believe something I can't define
Help me lose my mind, make me run back
What if all before
Keep, I need more time
How much longer
Oh I've been waiting for

Jealousy will be washed over
Carefully we look on through

Could it be easy to start over
Sound how I will bring you too

(What you've become)

You help me lose my mind
And you believe something I can't define
Help me lose my mind, make me run back
What if all before
Keep, I need more time
How much longer
Oh I've been waiting for."

Disclosure ft. London Grammar
"Help Me Lose My Mind"

"Nice and high and far apart
just like they said
I built this place with broken parts
just like they said
you chip away the old version of you
you'd be surprised at what you can do
I'm safe in here
irrelevant
just like they said

My voice just echoes off these walls

You feel me breathe
I am watching you
I see it all
the many ways you can't get to me
I see it all
I see the hell you put yourself through
oh the things I could do (if I wanted to)

My voice just echoes off these walls
my voice just echoes off these walls
I don't need anything at all
my voice just echoes off these walls

And I just slowly fade away

You will never ever get to me in here."

Nine Inch Nails
"Echoplex"

Appealing Things

Alyson Calagna at Xion: perfection
The bass line on the Disclosure track "White Noise"
19th Hole Arnold Palmer
Getting my year end lists done

Annoying Things

Peggy from accounting
The incessant chatter about the live version of The Sound of Music
People who constantly talk in slang or jargon