Writing about the squeams.

I was going to write about what I did last night. After all, it was fun, it was journal-worthy, and it involved excellent sex, old friends, and the screechingly loud climax of a woman who should have been on the cover of a Peter Hegre (NSFW) production. (I also had the impression that she was out of place. There are often beautiful, young women at the club, but there was something statuesque about that one.)

But no. Once upon a time, I let it all hang out and posted about everything. I suppose I should still do that. There are those brave enough to do so. It's not as if I can ever really go dark with this stuff; even if I took my entire LJ friends only, there's always the dejanews archive hosted at Google.

Is this that creeping conservatism that they warn hits guys like me around 40 or so?

The Masturband! Masturs of their domain!

Rolling Stone has an article about the hot new thing, teenage celibacy, in their most recent web edition. It's a sad article in many ways but while I was reading it something caught my attention. The masturband.

You know all of those wrist bands that people are wearing now, the new ribbons? The masturband is one of those: a doubled-up band of black that announces to the world, "I don't wank."

If you happen to fail and have a wank, you're supposed to take it off for a while, and when you do none of your friends want to shake your hand. Masturs of their domain, indeed. It's incredibly sad, reading the article, about how much these kids are set up for failure. Sex is always a threesome for these kids: man, woman, and God.

It smells like a kennel in here!

Apparently, the fourth Friday in June is "National Take Your Pet To Work Day," and damn, if this place isn't crawling with dogs. There are a pair of Rotweiller's in the office of our human resources director (j5nn5r, you remember her), and there's one over by the kernel developer's area that barks once in a while. One of techs has these ratlike, nervous little dogs, and one of the QA guys has a parrot.

It's kinda nifty, but that smell! I think someone needs to bathe their dog, badly. And maybe give him a breathmint.

Roundtrip translation meme!

So, the routine is simple. Wander over to Babelfish and feed it a line from a recent post, then roundtrip through a succession of languages, arriving back at the language in which you wrote the original. You can probably guess where this one comes from:

If you lack arrives and wank has, you it is assumed when to mean by, and when you persons of their friends want its hand agitate do. Masturs of its area, certain. It is incredibly sad, Article, on how much these small above for the imperfection is reading adjusted. The line is always threesome for these small: man, woman, and god.