Ah...Black Friday. I'm so glad I'm not working retail this year.

I don't get it, I really don't. What could possibly possess mostly reasonable people to wake up at the asscrack of dawn on a holiday weekend, leave their homes en masse on one day to sit in traffic, bump elbows, wait in long lines and clamor over teh latest crap that will still be available for at least the rest of the holiday season (which is, btw, from Halloween to New Years), if not all year round?

And it's not just Black Friday that people do stuff like this. From uber long lines for midnight showings of teh hottest movies to heading out to the Mojave Desert to pick up a Xbox 360, people engage in this strange behavior.

My whine for the moment is: Slow down and wait a little while!

Harry Potter and Narnia will be playing daily for weeks. They're not going to run completely out of 360s (the stores, maybe, but Microsoft will make more). That tacky sweater you think that'll be just perfect for your little cousin isn't going anywhere (especially if it's really tacky). Just wait a bit. It'll save you at least some of the irratation and stress that goes with this time of year.


And, most importantly, it'll save me the annoyance of having to deal with you when I venture outside. And I'm all for lessening my annoyance without shedding blood.

Hold on, I've got one more rant brewing...

Started off the morning hitting 40,000 words on the NaNo thing. Whoo-fucking hoo, and with an extended weekend that is mostly free, I have all kinds of time to write.

Spent about 2 and a half hours getting the apartment to something like clean (benefit of having an mostly empty place-you can clean the tub sans clothing with the door open as not to get your favorite jammies all bleached up or dying from the fumes of mistakingly combined chemicals) while getting my laundry taken care of. I've got to score some more light colored stuff, if just to make washing the bits I own make more sense. Tommorrow's NaNo break is cleaning my own room, that should take about 45 of so minutes, I hope.

Then I cooked. Roasted herbed turkey breasts, basic bread stuffing, poultry gravy (using chicken boullion and turkey drippings from the roast). Tried whole berry cranberry sauce for the first time-my family's always been a jellied sauce kind of people. The meal itself wasn't too bad, though I forgot to finely chop the thyme...I'll be picking those leaves out every bite I take until it's gone. Red wine (pinot noir, if anyone cares to know) to finish it off, though I was sipping on rum-ed eggnog while I was cooking.

Now I'm all done with that and am about to continue on the novel. In other news, I'm addicted to Depeche Mode's Playing the Angel. I score the CD for 8 bucks from the Book Nook-talk about fucking lucky. I've been John the Revelatin' all over the place-including now.

Happy T-day, y'all!

So, Giftmas has come and gone, and as usual, I couldn't get through it without getting or giving a gift or two...the boy got a burned copy of Avenue Q and zamiel got a binary clock..

In return, I got a pair of fuzzy handcuffs, a penile extender (cause mine apparently isn't long enough), a new CD player, and a webcam!

Here's the first screenshot

Stolen from here

On the Twelfth Day of Christmas, my true love gave to me:

12 Ways of Coming

11 Licks for Lovin’

10 Fingers Massaging

9 Songs for Sexin’

8 Limbs a Leapin’

7 Speeds for Changin’

6 Ideas for Role-playing

5 Golden Rings

4 Hummingbird Orgasms

3 French Kisses

2 Turtle Chocolates

and a Lover Letter that was Sexy\

mmmmmmm, that's my kind of holiday!

Happy Tryptophan Stupor Day, everybody!

now i'm going to bed...no really..

well, i'm not doing anything for Giftmas...and I'm sure that a few others will be "orphaned" for the holidays...so my little brain is thinking of something to do for those of us that really don't have a place to go...

I'll let you guys know if i think of something...

Fourth day of work and I've finally got a tag with my name one it...spelled correctly, thank goodness..


I like the mixed seafood at Dekalb Farmer's Market...It makes great curry and stirfry...I think this week I might want to try seafood chowder...yeah, that sounds like fun..

I have no clue what I'm doing for Turkey Day...Tony and Andy are doing dual meals..but the buses run funny on holidays (and not at all for the ones that take me to a MARTA station..it's like Sundays) The boy invited me to come along with him and his family, i'm not too sure about that...T-Day is really a family affair (not as much as Giftmas, which I have no clue what I'm gonna do about either, besides clean house like crazy, but still) and inviting the girlfriend of only about two months can be a tad awkward...I think. I dunno...

It's that time of year that Mother Nature herself screams, "put some more clothes on, stupid", so I'm not happy at all...

that's all..time to go to Neverwinter...

the costume was a smashing fucking success...I got laughter and brain explosions and very,very uncofortable looks.

For those not in attendance....I was a Klansman from Blazing Saddles ("Have a nice day" on the back and all)

For those really not in the know...I am black.


Now, did that just make your brain hurt or piss you off? Mission accomplished.

Natasha refused to hug my until after midnight, when it came off. I got to greet Ed (from Morehouse) and Rex at the door. They ran. It was funny. I got a lot of disturbing candid shots, and someone offerend me varing amounts of money to walk to the mailbox, the liquor store, around the block.

If it wasn't for the damn ankle and having to hop about on a crutch, I would have had an excellent time.

and today, I get ready to Meet the Parents and wish the boy happy freaking b-day (god, I'm so robbing the cradle here) and stuff...

..well, just got the costume done. I'm very proud of it...I can't wait for the reactions..

that is all..

First, ( a confession )

With that taken care of, I'd like to propose a special holiday for those special people who've helped me out in the most base and physical way possible--by getting me laid. There should be a Fuck Buddy/Friends with Benefits Day. I mean, we have a holiday for Significant Others (Feb. 14 a.k.a. You're a Whore, Really Day), why not one for those we depend on for committless sex. Frankly, these relationships have been my most fulfilling since I became sexually active.

So, what day do I propose? Why not Feb. 29? It only comes by once every four years, so you don't have to worry about keeping it foremost in your mind. And if you don't have a FB/FWB one year, then you can just wait until the next one, and then maybe you'll have one (or more). What can you do to celabrate this day? Hell, I don't know. Gifts are way too pretenous and whorish (here's a gift, let's fuck--sounds too much like You're a Whore Day). We're all creative people, I'm sure you'll think of something appropriate.