Non-Sequiturs

Hot belly.

Silver hotness.

Cutie cub.

Enjoy the view.

Damn.

Furball and cigar.

Tough looking.

Too hot.

Killer beard.

Tatts and chest.

Nice smirk.

Yum.

Furry abs.

UNF.

Love a man with back fur.

Hey there cutie.

Woof.

Sup?

What you thinking about?  Bear stuffs.

Amazing body.

Killer hair.

Bathtub daddy.

Damn.

Grrrr.

Love the lighting.  And damn, what a nice back.

Adorable.

Drop and give me 50.

Hello nips.

I'd go 10 rounds with him.

Beefy.

Gorgeous chest.

Nice build, and bulge.

Yes please.

Snippets on SoundCloud are completely annoying.

Cold fried chicken is the best.

Plans to do nothing are still plans.

Sometimes, when I am alone of course, I sing songs using fake French words.

Perfection is overrated.

Dawwwwwww.

Lucy was an ok summer movie. It tried to tow the line between being a bang-up action flick and a philosophical mind fuck but really needed to pick one or the other.

Saint Etienne's album So Tough is a brilliant masterpiece. It never held up much for me when I first heard it but, like Beastie Boys' Paul's Boutique, I was just not ready to comprehend it. There is almost too much going on in it to grasp initially. Sonically, it is off the rails with wicked invention.

Weekends doing nothing are the best.

I was thinking about this the other day. When people come across a last name and first initial but no indication of what the first name is, as a general observation, most people tend to automatically make the person male. Just sort of odd when you think about.

Pesky dinosaurs.

The months right before a major November election are serious torture with all the idiotic political ads.

The scene on Mad Men where the secretary runs over the guy's foot with the lawn mower still makes me jump out of my seat.

I haven't heard from you since 2011.  I am not going to go out of my way to see you.

If you try and slut-shame someone for taking PrEP, you are no friend of mine. Hell, if you slut shame anyone for any reason, you are definitely not a friend of mine.

Although charity work is fulfilling, sometimes it can be downright exhausting.

Truth.

It always saddens me when two wonderful people split up. What makes me happy is when they remain friends.

I hate when I see someone I dislike make a witty comment similar to mine.

I know dark chocolate is supposed to be good for you, but damn it tastes nasty.

I've made some jokes about Ebola coming to Atlanta, however, they were solely meant to be lighthearted. The doctors and nurses at Emory Hospital and the employees of the CDC know what the hell they are doing and I have no fear that having these patients here will cause problems.

Would it be insulting to say someone looks like a Hobbit version of Bea Arthur?

Another truth.

I think I need to switch my morning breakfast from oatmeal to brown rice. I just can't abide oatmeal anymore.

On social media, the question "how are you?" appears to be a very difficult question to answer.

Why do gay men cream their panties every time Deborah Cox makes an appearance somewhere?

Do you ever have days where it seems like everyone is mad at you?

Beauty can cause blindness.

Your cute for the day.

Lyrics Rattling Around My Brain

"Your eyes are burning holes through me
I'm gasoline, I'm burnin' clean
Twentieth century go and sleep
You're plasticine, that is obscene, that is obscene

You are the star tonight
Your sun electric, outta sight
Your light eclipsed the moon tonight
Electrolyte, you're outta sight

If I ever want to fly
Mulholland Drive, I am alive
Hollywood is under me
I'm Martin Sheen, I'm Steve McQueen, I'm Jimmy Dean

You are the star tonight
Your sun electric, outta sight
Your light eclipsed the moon tonight
Electrolyte, you're outta sight

If you ever want to fly
Mulholland Drive, up in the sky
Stand on a cliff and look down there
Don't be scared, you are alive, you are alive

You are the star tonight
Your sun electric outta sight
Your light eclipsed the moon tonight
Electrolyte, you're outta sight

Twentieth century go and sleep
Really deep, we won't blink
You're eyes are burnin' holes through me
I'm not scared, I'm outta here
I'm not scared, I'm outta here."

R.E.M.
"Electrolyte"

"It's been a long, long time
Since I've memorized your face
It's been four hours now
Since I've wandered through your place
And when I sleep on your couch
I feel very safe
And when you bring the blankets
I cover up my face

I do
Love you
I do
Love you

And when you play guitar
I listen to the strings buzz
The metal vibrates underneath your fingers
And when you crochet
I feel mesmerized and proud

And I would say I love you
But saying it out loud is hard
So I won't say it at all
And I won't stay very long

But you are life I needed all along
I think of you as my brother
Although that sounds dumb

And words are futile devices."

Sufjan Stevens
"Futile Devices"

Appealing Things

Lusine
Locking down our place at Bear Week for next year
Sandwiches from Relish in Provincetown
Caribou's new record Our Love
Chocolate, peanut butter, and bananas

Annoying Things

Whiners
People who don't respond to an invite, even after several reminders
Lazy Bear envy