A gentleman is someone who CAN play the banjo, but does NOT.

ADHD can lead to C-PTSD if untreated

Judas! You are on mute!

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Sour cream! Onion! AM reflux!

Xmas is fscking awesome.

I want a stone so un-natural that the mineral is named cthulite.

A big wad of poster putty? That’s not good long term but the city is going to have groundskeeper Wille pull them off when he sees them.

Mr Buttle, I’m here to install your new ducts!

I recently began learning about mixnets. Interesting stuff there. Look up the Nym project for example

Colorado has a good set of policies that support consistent and long term public funding of outdoor recreation, such as trails and parks. The level of connectivity among local and regional trail systems is very good and always improving.

Lkke Kleenex and Xeroxes for tissues and photocopies, DnD is now the generic term for tabletop analog RPGs. All the wizards of the coastal AND land-locked regions can suck on that fact.

Listen here, you little shit . . .

I can feel the engagement! It tingles a little. Yeah, I’m hooked.

I’m gonna go grow some beets in a vacant lot.

(Snarky, but also serious. This would be a good time to get to know your neighbors and your local farmers.)

I’m such a prude about this kind of thing. I have plenty of miles on my sex-odometer but still can’t or won’t do the degradation-talk thing.

A friend and I were trying to find a new song to work on performing together. We found a good sound with “Piss up a rope” by Ween, but I just couldn’t get any vocal punch on the line that advises the big booty beyatch to commence sucking. Like my autonomic nervous system wouldn’t let my diaphragm work properly.

Yet I am filthy in my casual speech among friends? It’s not speaking of sex acts that make me go cold, it’s specifically the degradation talk that my whole system seems to rebel against.

My poor lovers, it’s probably like receiving kind and gentle directions to perform filthy acts on my body directly from Fred Rogers.

Plan A, basically, without the stink.

Organize, prepare for direct actions, build solidarity.

Plan B has a stink on it. We are calling it Plan D now.

http://principejuanantonio.blogspot.com/2012/10/

“There are too many secrets contained in the silver plated turd to enumerate them all. The devils and satans reveal some to us every day and night, which we shall share with you before the angel of death wraps us under his wings and takes us into the Great Beyond.”

Yeah, sometimes those early encouragements do more harm than good.

I have a modest proposal.

Let’s all just skip a generation and no one have kids this time. We can easily start having kids again later with a nice clean slate.

Good idea, right?

I just have to pont out, If you have to have a job, you are working class. It doesn’t matter if it’s a well-paying automation job, you are still working class.

You don’t have to get a smart tv at all. TVs do not need to be smart. If you search ‘business monitor’, you will find large quality displays such as used for corporate signage. The one issue is they often have only a few inputs, but that is easily addressed and worth it to avoid the completely unnecessary hassle of a TV too smart for your own good.

My two cents

Tina Belcher is my spiritual guide on this issue. Nothing wrong with a little erotic friend-fiction becoming reality.