Bush Time

Kate's lyrics: http://www.alwaysontherun.net/kate.htm

GW's bashing by NYT: http://www.nytimes.com/2005/11/08/opinion/08tue1.html?ex=1289106000&en=01ff163e6b5f873b&ei=5090&partner=rssuserland&emc=rss

And a bit more bashing, 'cause it's election day: http://www.huffingtonpost.com/cenk-uygur/bushs-approval-ratings_b_10291.html

Train(wreak)s of Thought

Yesterday was interesting. Went out w/a friend who, while not quite leaving his bride-to-be-no-longer at the altar, came damn close (called it off a week before). No hope for me there, which I'd known and decided upon previously, but which became abundantly clear once more. Which isn't to say we won't hang out and have a good time. But our Venn diagrams don't overlap in more than a few areas: music, movies, theatre, food. Pretty important areas though, 'cause it's always good to have someone else to call for such activities. He's bright and can be fun. But I don't fit so much into his world. It's a good thing to realize, 'cause I then extrapolate from this, generalize this knowledge to use the ed lingo, and see how true it holds for other r-ships I'm in.

Was getting a bit PO'd b'c of feeling that I'm being RELEGATED, compartmentalized, kept inside a shiny box and brought out to play with now and again at the whim of others. And I won't be fenced in, ohnosirreebob. That's not it though. Mulling over it...stewing in juices. Perpetual +1.

Disturbing Dumpling flick last night (the most Extreme of the Three). The Cut felt like a long Vincent Price-inspired Night Gallery episode. The Box moved interminably slowly, like a perfume ad - and the make-up artist had an obvious hard-on for Phantom D'Opera. Finished a book last night on cloning, on dregs of society, on folks/services who're/what're needed and how we ignore 'em, keep 'em in the shadows, don't look to closely 'cause things'll disturb us. (Shades of "Please sir, might I have some more?") Read another book the day before where the shadows whispered, promising power - and delivering - but asking a steep price in return. Yeah, you guessed it, YOUR SOUL. Which the clones had, too. Like Tommy in the book, I, too, was annoyed when we HAD to do art at school. For some reason I didn't mind making paper machier (sp) stuff or clay stuff at summer camp or in smaller groups outside the main classroom, but I didn't like getting graded on my artistic abilities. It felt wrong. (And I didn't do so well, which was prolly a big part of it.) Forced art sux. And it doesn't mean I have no soul.

Point System Follow-Up

A bit of a f-up to my Points System post from a while back (10/11/05 - On Points). It's NOT along the lines of how many points you accrue for performing (e.g., driving and taking out the little ole lady w/the poodle versus a boy scout), but how many points you're allowed by your partner for a particular session (such as a w'end away at Faire, an eve w/someone new, whatEVER) and the menu of point costs, plus a menu of what's NOT okay at all (regardless of point costs). So, in the context in which it arose, I decided (my idea after all) that whoever it was (names withheld to protect the not-so-innocent) licking her cleavage (spilled chocolate is a waste and waste not want not's a good policy) was worth 8 points of the 25 I decided seemed a likely allowance. The disco went on from there, w/arguments 'bout how much certain acts were worth and which items just weren't on at all. Hence the qx of whether one needed more points to engage in fisting versus vanilla intercourse.

Ebbs & Flows

Energy level currently low. Imagination, however, all fired up and running on high octane fuel. Just you wait 'til they match up. 'Til then: foreplay. Lots and lots of it. Rubs hands and chortles at prospect(s).