I'm glad to see some male bloggers writers come around. I don't have the time to link them right now but Nate, Henry David, Shepherd, Tim, Bruce, Dick the Boomer, nice to see you. If I have missed anyone, come out of the shadows and make yourself known. Ed and Rick have around for a long time, sometimes Shane drops in and I see Quiet Man here once in awhile but he never comments (hence the name) but all of these gentlemen say things worth hearing and say them well. I promise to put some links up, next week, promise. I still have some lurkers that I can't identify, come out, come out, whoever you are. I'm curious like that.
It's so damn quiet around here you could hear a pen drop. And it's even Thursday no less. More like a QNT.
They have developed a patch, for depression, presumably like a nicotine patch. Why don't they make clothes that do the same thing? Like a shirt, or tight pants, that could be fun, happy pants. I suppose the downside would be upon removing one's clothes after a successful seduction and bursting into tears. What happened? You were shits and giggles five minutes ago? Or, why are you fucking me with your shirt on? War wound, self conscious. You always have sex with your socks on? Comes from watching old porn movies.
I am going to link something. If you love your dog, or anyone's dog for that matter, go read this by Henry David Thorough. Great, beautifully told tail, heh.
You know how you hold your breath for a friend when you know their world is about to be rocked and you pray there is a pot of gold at the end of their rainbow and not just some rusted out old tin can? Well, sure you do. Well, it was a pot of gold for her and if you look to the northern sky you will see her orbiting like a helium balloon that got away from a kid at the circus. You may confuse her with the moon at first, her being naked and all, but she will be the one that shines the brightest.
Click on the photo to enlarge it, tell me what you think that looks like perched on my deck rail.