Non-Sequiturs

I'm done.

I do like them beefy.

SBJ.

Sexy in tighty whites.

Eyes and fur.

So cute.

I normally don't go for smooth, but this guy is sexy as hell.

Love my redneck hotties.

Stay for the view.

Beautiful beard and belly.

Haaaay.

Damn.

Hmmm, what are you grinning at?

Gorgeous.

Now that is a muscle bear belly.

Amazing fur.

Perfect build.  Love em stocky and beefy.

Sigh.

Super sigh.

Love the lighting on this pic.

I truly hate when someone asks me "what are you into?"

Unless you are using a condom or a dental dam or some sort of protection when you are giving someone a blow job, it is still unsafe sex.

Republicans just need to shut up.

Seriously, someone explain to me the appeal of the Strip in Las Vegas.

Perfect.

I wouldn't mind a little snow this winter, as long as it was during the week, and didn't stick to the ground and ice over.

We started a new workout and diet plan this week. I am sore, and tired of eating every three hours.

The new protein powder my trainer suggested for me tastes good initially, but it has the most off-putting after taste, as if one has swigged from a bottle of Hawaiian Tropic coconut tanning oil.

There is a partner on my floor who is in his early 70s, and it obvious he has not changed the decor of his office since the 1970s. It feels like walking into an episode of Mad Men.

Poor Marco.

Life is implied.

I will always pick the Stones over the Beatles.

I would love to be a music supervisor on a movie or television show.

Interesting that Marilyn Manson's most streamlined and boring record in ages is getting tons of glowing press.

You're a hazard, Harry.

In my practice group meetings, which are held via video conference, there is always a feed in an empty conference room in San Francisco and sometimes in our Denver office. Sometimes, in my bored reveries, it makes me think about the final 8 minute montage in Antonioni's classic L'Eclisse, which is nothing but empty scenes from places the characters frequented, stripped of meaning. Looking at the empty room with its long conference table and lonely chairs, it is rather haunting and poetic.

Blatant desperation on Scruff or Growlr is not appealing.

If you have my phone number and we're friends on FB, why are you messaging me from some random website/app?

My office furniture is rather cheap. If you set a wet glass down on my desk, it immediately forms an irremovable stain.

I love the description of Hawaii: Murder Mountains.

I can't wait to get my beard trimmed today.

If I am going to be doing as much work as an associate, I should be getting an associate's salary.

The European music festivals are seriously kicking the USA festivals' butts.

Gofundme.com should not be used because you can't figure out how to stick to a budget.

The Prodigy is stuck on repeat.

I so want to say this as I am exiting a job.

If you are over the age of 25 and still use phrases like "throwing shade," you seriously need to evolve.

Always forward, never look back.

Is there some sort of football game coming on this weekend?

I don't think I could ever do an exercise called a burpee.

I love this quote from an appraisal of Sarah Palin's rambling, disjointed speech at the Iowa Freedom Summit: "if the GOP had a problem with people saying things that don’t make any sense, then there wouldn’t be a Republican Party."

Your cute of the day, winter edition.

Lyrics Rattling Around My Brain

"Once you fell out of love
Our love couldn’t carry you
And I didn’t even notice
For our love kept me safe from death

You doubted the lights
And the shelter it can give
For in love we are immortal
Eternal and safe from death

If I regret us
I’m denying my soul to grow
Don’t remove my pain
It is my chance to heal

We carry the same wound
But have different cures
Similar injuries
But opposite remedies

After our love ended
Your arms don’t carry me
Without love I feel the abyss
Understand your fear of death

I will not forget
This not get
Will you not regret
Having love let go."

Bjork
"Notget"

"Lost my shape,
Trying to act casual.
Can't stop,
I might end up in the hospital.
Changing my shape,
I feel like an accident.
They're back,
To explain their experience

Isn't it weird?
Looks too obscure to me
Wasting away
And that was their policy

I'm ready to leave
I push the fact in front of me
Facts lost
Facts are never what they seem to be
Nothing there,
No information left of any kind
Lifting my head
Looking for danger signs

There was a line
There was a formula
Sharp as a knife
Facts cut a hole in us
There was a line
There was a forula
Sharp as a knife
Facts cut a hole in us

Still waiting."

Talking Heads
"Crosseyed and Painless"

Appealing Things

Coyote pups
The end of football season
Purity Ring touring
Sonar Festival lineup: quirky and cool
Jessica Pratt

Annoying Things

Those little strands that come off the inside of a banana when you peel it
Businesses who have their heat on full blast when it is barely chilly outside
Guys on Scruff/Growlr that don't use the location feature or allow you to see they have looked at your profile