Detritus and Raptors

This weekend, while I was driving about, I saw two sights, one strange, one wondrous. The strange one was also simple: while driving down to West Seattle to pick up omahas's epilepsy medication, I saw that someone had left a large rubber dildo in the middle of the freeway. It was large, black, and (although I only got a glimpse of it as I roared by) made of that soft, spongy stuff that has no resilience whatsoever.

It reminded me of another incident a few weeks back. I was walking from the car park to my office, up an alleyway that separates two charming apartment complexs, when on top of a usually well-concealed dumpster I spotted all manner of dildos. Seven of them. They were all "flesh toned" (if you're a caucasian with a weird skin condition), all medium-sized. Some had wires to battery packs, others did not. There was a two-header in there.

Did someone have a sudden change of heart, a religious conversion? Was this some cache abandoned by a former tenant, disposed of by the landlord? I can't help but wonder why someone would leave them on top of the dumpster, rather than actually putting them deep in the green bin, never to be seen again by human eyes. And what possessed someone to throw a big, black dick out their car window?

The wondrous thing I saw this weekend began with a curious collection of three cars, all tightly arranged in a circle, by the side of the road next to the airport. Five people were there, standing about. One woman, a tall, strong-looking sort, stood there with her right arm outstretched and on that arm she had two falcons and a hawk.

I've been curious to know why she was there, with her friends, and what they were doing. The only rational explanation I can come up with is that the birds of prey were being used to scare off other birds that might otherwise get sucked into a jet engine and make for an inconvenient take off or landing. Still, they were gorgeous birds. Quite scary-looking in their own way.

Trek Lemmings

According to the Star Trek Meyers Briggs test, I am INTP (Intoverted, Intuitive, Thinking, Perceiving), which makes me, um... Worf? I guess. I still think the whole Meyers-Briggs thing is a bit silly; insightful in strange ways, but not the sort of thing by which we should choose our leaders or our employees. I can't help but wonder, though, if we added up all of the Quizilla things and compared them to actual people if we wouldn't find something of utility.

Friday Five

1. What was the last song you heard?

Mirai, Words That Say I Love You.

2. What were the last two movies you saw?

In the theatres? Harry Potter and Secretary.

3. What were the last three things you purchased?

A Pizza. A Grapefruit. John Clute's Appleseed

4. What four things do you need to do this weekend?

Finish chapter five of Dreamteam Calamities. Get the back yard mowed and seeded. Keep the kids occupied. Clean out my hard drive.

5. Who are the last five people you talked to?

Wife. Child #1. Child #2. charlesks. riverheart.

Everything That Rises Must Converge

So, omahas and I went to the 'Spot for The Grind, their weekly loud music dance event with all the trimmings. jenkitty, kendaer, fallenpegasus, j5nn5r, jenk, and others who I'm sure I have forgotten were all there. It was virtually a small meetup.

We are Borg. You have been assimilated. LJ has completely circumvented the "So, what have you been up to lately?" part of smalltalk, leaving our minds free to go forward, not back. Nonetheless, we still talked about work and play and all the usual things. LJ shortens the process, but human beings being human still need time to reconnect to faces and bodies.

I like the Grind. Of all the 'Spot venues, the Grind has the most eye candy. One woman was dressed in a a black top and garters and only a bare thong in between-- she had a magnificent ass, the kind that glows when you look at it, and she knew it, and she had dressed for it. There were two gorgeous young men there, one of whom I had known a long time ago when he was a woman. He's so cute (and curiously, so much more stable) as a guy that, y'know, I'd suck his dick if he wanted me to.

Omaha slithered all over the dance floor, showing off the years of experience she had putting herself through college by dancing in strip joints. I married for love, but got beauty and brains in the process. Great eyes, great ass... too bad it's hard to enjoy both at the same time without a mirror. She even managed to pull me out onto the dance floor (hey, they played Shriekback, and I love that band) and I managed to keep up without looking like a three-legged dog with tourette's syndrome.

When Jenkitty announced that she would be there as well, I thought it might be a good opportunity to break through all our silly cross-channel flirting and actually talk to her about what she and I might find in one another. She's such a pretty woman, especially since she teased me mercilessly by wearing a cheomsang, but she's also got just about the busisiest social life I can imagine. Between the noise and her courtiers I barely got a chance to say "Hello." Ah, well, next time perhaps. At a quieter venue.

And now I know who jenk is. Beautiful woman with a powerful smile, quite different from Jenkitty's reserved, magnificent prettiness. And she has qualities that push a few of my hot buttons.

"Mrs. Wormwood? Can I go home now? My brain is full." -- Calvin.

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Aurora came over again to babysit Kouryou-chan, and she brought Yamaarashi-chan with her. She did an excellent job, as always. But then, she has excellent guidance: Omaha has a two-page "childcare guidelines manual" that she updates every time a babysitter is coming over, with things on it like what the kids can watch, what they're allowed to eat, what the bedtime ritual is like and when it begins. And she has pretty good incentive for complying. She gets paid, and she gets invited back if she does it well. It's small money-- state minimum wage-- but it's not hard work and the setting's comfortable enough. We even have cable. Oddly, neither Aurora nor Lily has ever used it, not even after the kids have gone to bed.

Kouryou-chan looked so sweet sleeping in her bed like that. She was actually cuddled up with her teddy bear. Omaha and I were dead after that, it was midnight, and I had a 6:00am wakeup. We went straight to bed.