Non-Sequiturs

My gorgeous friend John.

Tatts, motorcycle, and cigar.  Yum.

Nice and furry.

Grrrrrr.

Beefy bull.

Damn.

Sexy.

Gorgeous stomach.

Nice fur pattern.

So cute.

Stretch.

Love the beard.

Adorable.

Not really my type, but damn, that's one killer body.

Woof.

I'm here for the view.

UNF.

Handsome.

Back fur kiss.

Damn damn damn.

Sleepy cute.

Sexy yawn.

Grrrrrr.

I'd be holding on to him too.

Hot ginger.

Another one that's not my type generally, but damn.

Beautiful back.

Gorgeous.

Ditto.

It's not my job to make you happy.

I am sort of addicted to watching movie previews.

It appears that slutty is the new business casual.

Sweet, I am eligible to get a free new iPhone 5 battery. Mine has completely gone to shit in the last couple of months.

This cracked me up.

Please excuse my rampant hair overgrowth for the next couple of weeks, as I try to transition going back to having a full head of hair.

Complaining about Atlanta traffic is like complaining about heat in the summer. It is always going to happen, get over it.

Dear ladies with heels, it is not necessary to stomp through the office hallways like a deranged dromedary.

The only possible reason to go to Red Lobster is for the cheddar biscuits.

We all have experienced them at some point in our lives, these people who at first seem either funny, genuine, quirky, nice, or some combination of those qualities, but then over time reveal themselves to be two-faced, snakes in the grass, obsequious, or toadying. What amazes me is how many people are still charmed by them, somehow still under the spell they cast. Thankfully, I have extricated most of said people from my life. I only wish I could truly get rid of all of them.

Interpol's new record El Pintor finds the band finally enjoying making music again. You can definitely tell there is a more driving force behind these songs. I am guessing the departure of Carlos Denglar had a lot to do with it.

If you have to ask someone if you can chat with them while you work out, you obviously don't go to the gym for the right reason.

Some people are so full of shit they should have Roto-Rooter on speed dial.

Pretty much.

I genuinely enjoy roasted or pan seared Brussels sprouts, however, I don't not enjoy the smell of them cooking.

One of the bad thing about these home renovation shows is that after a few episodes you basically have seen what the designer's aesthetic is and it really isn't a surprise anymore with what they do with these houses.

This has been the strangest summer in Atlanta. We have only had a handful of really hot days.

One of the contract attorneys on the project I am assisting with, quit this week over alleged work conditions (no internet, no overtime, etc.) that were unacceptable to them. These conditions have been pretty standard on any document review project. I just found it amusing that this person pitched such a fit about it, then returned the following morning and asked for their job back.

In-N-Out Burger is good. It ain't that good.

Apparently, Hello Kitty is a little girl and not a cat.

When did dog shit brown become a paint color for cars?

Aren't Muzak versions of Steely Dan songs redundant?

Knowledge is power. Power corrupts. Study hard. Be evil.

Your cute for the day.

Lyrics Rattling Around My Brain

"When she went then love come over,
My head abounds,
Oh, the feelings.
And she wept, hold me again,
I made no sound.
Oh, the beating.
And she swore love is never gone, so easily.
Then we went over again,
My head abounds
Oh, the feeling.

She sang, you don't need time,
Be tame, you won't meet your mate inside.
My faith won't lie.

He sang you don't need need mine,
Behave, you wanna leave my lady lovers,
of my 18 summers, alone.

She said you don't read minds,
Be patient.
You won't leave me shaken,
Leave me shaken.

I keep falling,
Maybe half the time,
Maybe half the time.

I keep falling,
Maybe half the time,
Maybe half the time.

It's all the rage back home,
It's all the rage back home.

When she sang, love come over,
My head abounds, oh the feeling.

She said you wanna refine, be paid,
you wanna see my face in lights,
My faith won't lie.

But my sweet, you don't read minds,
Do away, and just say you love me,
just say you love me, alone.

She said you don't read minds, be patient,
you won't see me shaken,
Well I've been mistaken.

I keep falling,
Maybe half the time,
Maybe half the time.

I keep falling,
Maybe half the time,
Maybe half the time.

It's all the rage back home,
It's all the rage back home.

All the rage back home,
All the rage back home.

I keep falling,
Maybe half the time,
Maybe half the time.

It's all the rage back home,
All the rage back home,
All the rage back home.

Falling,
Maybe half the time,
Maybe half the time.

It's all the rage back home.
All the rage back home,
All the rage back home,
All the rage back home."

Interpol
"All The Rage Back Home"

"So I got edges that scratch
And sometimes I don't got a filter
But I'm so tired of eating
All of my misspoken words
I know my disposition gets confusing
My disproportionate reactions fuse with my eager state
That's why you wanna come out and play with me, yeah
Why?

Stooped down and out, you got me beggin for thread
To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head
Stupidly think you had it under control
Strapped down to something that you don't understand
Don't know what you were getting yourself into
You should have known, secretly I think you knew

I got some dirt on my shoes
My words can come out as a pistol
I'm no good at aiming
But I can aim it at you
I know my actions, they may get confusing
But my unstable ways is my solution
To even space
That's why you wanna come out and play with me, yeah

Stooped down and out, you got me beggin for thread
To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head
Stupidly think you had it under control
Strapped down to something that you don't understand
Don't know what you were getting yourself into
You should have known, secretly I think you knew
(Secretly I think you knew)."

Banks
"Beggin For Thread"

"Passing time has no surprise
When pleasure found is my resource
Should I lose my lover's eyes
Then secrecy will hide my course

Forgotten lies aim to distract me
This moon-mind must not connect
Pure nature will contain me
Free fall in air I will surpass
When I'm falling, calling, I return
Floating closer to your shore

I start to drift with the tide
Maybe I'll reach, I'll reach the beach
My heart is sealed watertight
Maybe I'll reach. I'll reach the beach

When in your eyes I see the sign
A teasing passion for a desperate man
Should I lose my lover's eyes
Then secrecy will hide my course
When I'm feeling too sure, then I drown
Floating closer to your shore

I start to drift with the tide
Maybe I'll reach, I'll reach the beach
My heart is sealed watertight
Maybe I'll reach, I'll reach the beach"

The Fixx
"Reach The Beach"

Appealing Things

The Highland Tap; it never disappoints
Raising almost $14k from our R4H pool party
Banks' Goddess
The True Blood finale wrapping up all the loose ends.
Prime rib, Oscar style

Annoying Things

The True Blood finale being rather boring
Summer wrapping up
Martyrs
When debut albums only compile previously released material