Non-Sequiturs

Beefy Dad.

Woof.

Yum.

Love the smirk and stomach.

Sir.

Damn.

Solid.

UNF.

Grrrr.

Cheeky.

Handsome.

Yes.

Yes, yes.

Big boy.

Nothing better than a Bike jock.

Ginger beard.

Wow.

I had someone ask me to remove a picture of someone from one of these posts because they didn't like the person. Um, no.

It would be nice to have the means to actually take a winter vacation to somewhere warm and sunny.

Good expression (taken from my friend Chris H): "She's as lost as last year's Easter egg."

I'm at that stage in a project where I have absolutely no idea what I am doing.

Love this.

Andrew and I started watching The Blacklist. So far, I am really enjoying it. I am just hoping it doesn't get bogged down in a similar story line every episode.

The new Bjork album is pretty great. Her work with Arca and the Haxan Cloak is beautiful.

I am very ready for this week to be over with.

Finally, it seems like new music releases are starting to come in. Usually the first of January is like a ghost town.

Exactly.

There is a thin line between stocky and fat.

The first Eve has nothing on the sins of her present namesakes.

Billy Crystal says he doesn't want gay sex scenes on television and movies shoved in his face. Well Billy, I don't really care for straight sex scenes shoved in mine.

I miss warm weather.

Perfect.

I really don't want to have to wait until April to see the Wolf Hall miniseries.

Is it bad that I use the birthday notifications on FB as a way to cull the herd?

I suppose I should really read all these ethical wall memos I get at work, considering I was named in one today.

Isn't it time for the next exercise craze to take over for Crossfit?

Your cute for the day.

Lyrics Rattling Around My Brain

"I wake you up in the middle of the night
To express my love for you
Stroke your skin and feel you
Naked I can feel all of you at the same moment

I wake you up in the night feeling
This is out last time together
Therefore sensing all the moments
We've been together, being shared at the same time
Every single touch
We ever touch each other
Every single fuck we had together
Is in a one trust time lapse
With us here at this moment
History of touches
Every single of archives
Come pressed into our seconds
All with us here as I wake you up."

Bjork
"History of Touches"

"Lying on my bed I was reading French
With the light too bright for my senses
From this hiding place, life was way too much
It was loud and rough round the edges

So I faced the wall when an old man called
Out of dreams that I would die there
But a sight unseen, you were pulling strings
You had a different idea

I was like a child, I was light as straw
When my father lifted me up there
Took me to a place where they checked my body
My soul was floating in thin air

I clung to the bed, and I clung to the past
I clung to the welcome darkness
But at the end of the night
There’s a green, green light
The quiet before the madness

There was a girl that sang like the chime of a bell
Then she put out her arm, she touched me when I was in hell
When I was in hell

Someone sang a song and I sang along
'Cause I knew the words from my childhood
Intellect, ambition they fell away
And they locked me up for my own good

But I didn't mind 'cause the silence was kind
And spoke to me in whispers
There was the sound of the wind in the cold cold dawn
And the quiet hum of business

Let me dangle a while in this waiting room
I don’t need to go I don’t need to know what you're doing
You know what you're doing

Lying on my side you were half awake and your face was tired and crumpled
If I had a camera I’d snap you now 'cause there’s beauty in every stumble

We are out of practice, we're out of sight
On the edge of nobody’s empire
And if we live by books and we live by hope
Does that make us targets for gunfire?

Now I look at you you’re a mother of two
You’re a quiet revolution
Marching with the crowd singing dirty and loud
For the people’s emancipation

Did I do okay, did I pave the way?
Was I strong when you were wanting?
I was tied to the yoke with a decent bloke
Who was stern but never daunting

And he told me to push and he made me feel well
He told me to leave that vision of hell to the dying
Oh, to the dying."

Belle & Sebastian
"Nobody's Empire"

Appealing Things

House of Cards coming back next month
Turning 45
Counting down the last payments on my car
Bjork's Vulnicura


Annoying Things

Blurry profile pics
Evil employers
Falling into a deep sleep 10 minutes before the alarm wakes you
Rushed deadlines