Non-Sequiturs

UNF

Daddy!

Grrrr.

So handsome.

Sexy.

Nice chest.

Nice belly.

Drool.

So cute.

Silver fox.

Wow.

Woof.

I think this is the hottest pic of him.  Love the peek of belly.

That is a hot man.

Sleepy bear.

Yes please.

I'll take two.

Beautiful body.

Words fail me.

Tongue out.

Gorgeous.

Damn.

Hey Daddy!

Beef.

Country boy.

Yum.

Furry belly.

Too much cuteness here.

That chest.

Tight body.

SBJ.

Intense.

Bald hottie.

Amazing.

 Nuzzle.

All these Republican state senators and representatives that are sponsoring these ridiculous and unconstitutional "preservation of religious freedom" bills are all fucking lemmings.

It is beyond creepy when someone I don't even know on FB starts sharing my pics on their wall.

The game Threes is so much fun, and yet so horribly frustrating.

It's confounding that in 2014 we are still having to fight for basic rights.

LOL.

I love it when people discount my advice after living here in Atlanta for 20 years. I might not know many things, but I do know Atlanta.

Work limbo sucks.

Sometimes simplicity is the best. The new Real Estate record Atlas is plain gorgeous jangle-pop.

Feast or famine at work; no projects for three weeks, then get hit with two.

After being told I have no boss, and having no one to report to and get work from, my job has become somewhat like sales where I am having to go almost door to door to each attorneys' office to find work.

Could you even imagine?

Do people still watch Glee?

I don't care what your reasoning is, or whether your state has no laws about it, but if you ride a bike or a motorcycle without a helmet, it's kind of stupid.

Is it just me, or is there a mass epidemic of people getting into relationships overnight?

Dat's right.

Sometimes I do think I have lived in Atlanta far too long.

Favorite band name at the moment: Perfect Pussy.

Is there such a thing as a combination introvert-extrovert? An intextrovert?

In this day and age, it should not take anyone over two days to respond to something, especially if it is important.

Granted it was the 80s, but damn, I wanted David Sylvian's hair.

Passive-aggressive is the new black.

I am helpless to resist a man in a Bike jock strap.

Rush Limbaugh needs to rot in hell.

Make it happen.

What I love about SoundCloud is how sometimes it randomly throws some great music at you that you normally wouldn't be exposed to.

When a music magazine/site talks about dance music and songs that are "floor-focused," I am generally taken aback as to what they consider music you can dance to. Generally, the songs they mention are so slight as to be almost gossamer. I certainly wouldn't/couldn't dance to it. I guess by "floor-focused" they mean staring at the floor.

Do you have to like every single song on an album to consider it a classic/masterpiece? I don't think so. Two of my all-time favorite records each have a track that is so completely out of place I nearly skip over it altogether every time I listen to the album. The culprits? "Ignoreland" on R.E.M.'s Automatic for the People and "Electioneering" on Radiohead's OK Computer.

Is there any point to Guided By Voices?

Your cute for the day.

Lyrics Rattling Around My Brain

"Prince Johnny,
You're kind but you're not simple
By now I think I know the difference
You wanna be the son of someone

Remember the time we went and snorted
A piece of the Berlin wall that you'd extorted
And we had such a laugh of it?
Prostrate on my carpet

You traced the Andes with your index
And brag of when and where and who you gonna bed next
All with sons of someones
All with sons of someones

Saw you pray to all
To make you a real boy

Saw you pray to all
To make you a real boy

Prince Johnny,
You're kind but do be careful
By now I know just when to stand clear
When all your friends and acolytes are
Holding court in bathroom stalls

Where you pray to all
To make you a real

Saw you pray to all
To make you a real boy

But honey, don't mistake my affection
For another spit-and-penny style redemption
Cause we're all sons of someones
We're all sons of someones
I wanna mean more than they mean to you
I wanna mean more than I meant to him

So I pray to all
To make me a real girl

So I pray to all
To make me a real girl."

St. Vincent
"Prince Johnny"

"Shotgun poetry
Crack the whip again
Make me see
Sharpen your knives for me
Infiltrate the mind, the body
Body

Contract killer prose
Calmly walks away
As blood flows
Open, the wound grows
Melts away
The water froze
The water froze

'Cause my love, my love, my love don't love me
My love, my love, my love don't love me
My love, my love, my love don't love me
'Cause my love, my love, my love don't love me

Contract killer prose
Calmly walks away
As blood flows
Open, the wound grows
Melts away
Water fro...

'Cause my love, my love, my love don't love me
My love, my love, my love don't love me."

SOHN
"Bloodflows"

"Oh, Carissa when I first saw you
You were a lovely child
And the last time I saw you
You were 15 and pregnant and running wild

I remember wondering could there be a light at the end of your tunnel
But I left Ohio then and had pretty much forgotten all about you
I guess you were there some years ago at a family funeral
But you were one of so many relatives I didn't know which one was you

Yesterday morning I woke up to so many 330 area code calls
I called my mom back and she was in tears and asked had I spoke to my father
Carissa burned to death last night in a freak accident fire
In her yard in Brewster her daughter came home from a party and found her

Same way as my uncle who was her grandfather
An aerosol can blew up in the trash, goddamn what were the odds?
She was just getting ready to go to her midnight shift as an RN in Wadsworth
Then she vanished up in flames like that but there had to be more to her life's worth
Everyone's grieving out of their minds making arrangements and taking drugs
But I'm flying out there tomorrow because I need to give and get some hugs
Cause I got questions that I'd like to get answered
I may never get them, but Carissa I gotta know how did it happen?

Carissa was 35
You don't just raise two kids, and take out your trash and die
She was my second cousin, I didn't know her well at all
But that doesn't mean that I wasn't
Meant to find some poetry to make some sense of this, to find a deeper meaning
In this senseless tragedy, oh Carissa I'll sing your name across every sea."

Sun Kil Moon
"Carissa"

Appealing Things

The new stuff
DJ Paulo at Jungle
Cathedrals
Flavia coffee machines in the break room
Ferry booked for Bear Week

Annoying Things

People who exit elevators slowly
7am return flights
Inequity in the office place
People who don't do what they say they are going to do