Confusion that shouldn't be!

I have to keep reminding myself, when writing Zia & Polly stories (I got the cross dressing episode done, yes!) that it is not Pia & Zolly, and neither one of them is short, dumpy, and untalented (see the Music entry for explanation).

On the roof.
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The day has been normal. I have a new batch of Dead Man's Reach coffee, so I'm happy. This morning we had oatmeal and then we headed off to Kouryou-chan's school where I once again spent the entire day on the roof, lopping branches and cleaning gutters. The weather was so nice I think I got a bit of a sunburn.

Right next door to the school is one of those "you do it" car washes, and since this was the first bright and sunny day since November the place was packed. Waiting lines five deep of blingmobiles and "my rap is louder than your rap" contests.

When we got home, we hit the showers. Omaha took a nap while I shaved, and as the steamed mirror cleared I looked down and had a "Holy moly, are those my arms?" moment. My biceps are twice as big as they used to be. Now if only my pectorals would keep up and the damn gut would go down.

Omaha went out with old friends who're in town for the weekend. I tried to convince Kouryou-chan that we should go to a game night at the AlohaHaus, but she doesn't want to go out. She's been grumpy today. We had spaghetti and home-made sauce for dinner. I've been pretty tired and worn out after all the gardening and repair work, so maybe I won't try harder to convince her, and we can just stay home and read.

Can we get one of these in Seattle?

A SWINGERS club that serves up sexual intercourse and pretend torture can now add alcohol and food to its menus.

Police visited Destiny - SX last December and found an observation area outside an imitation dungeon equipped with restraining devices and five rooms with large beds.

The membership form states: "Destiny - SX stages sexual activity, intercourse and S&M play may take place between consenting adults."

Pretend? Pretend‽ (I do love my interrobangs.) Bah. Amateurs. Journamalism^[?] at its finest. Still, the idea of a wine night at the 'Spot might be nice.

They're after you now. They really are.

One of the arguments against indefinite longevity research is the "No room" argument. It is therefore with sick irony that I point you to the No Room For Contraception website, wherein those who claim to know better than you are mobilizing to reduce your options. If you're a woman, they want your intimacy under their control.