Starting Over

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11My phone ran out of memory just now, so I deleted all of my texts. I hesitated a little before I did it, and once it was done I had to pause to mourn their loss for a bit.

It definitely hurt me a little to watch them go. I had to pause and hesitate and double-check with myself that I didn't think that my copy of Tetris that I rarely play or Mozilla's new Minimo mobile browser -- which has potential, but doesn't really work, since no one develops for Windows Mobile these days, so there's no point in using it -- were better candidates for deletion.

In the end, I decided that I'd been holding on to them for too long and maybe it was best to just let them go.

It's as if we're keeping relics of our interpersonal communication as trophies of our private lives and social accomplishments. There's no point in keeping them, but everyone does it anyway, because deleting them is like deleting a part of ourselves.

Now that they're gone, I don't miss them. They take up too much space, anyway.

Today is Really Pretty

It's one of those days that makes a person happy to live in San Francisco and not somewhere that sucks.

Some People are Weird

There's plenty of really weird content on the Internet. I've joked semi-seriously before that between my friends and I, we've seen the entire Internet. Sometimes in my spare time, I'll troll the tubes looking for something new to shock myself with, just to see if it's still possible.

I wouldn't say that eroticfalconry.com necessarily "shocked" me, but I definitely paused, turned my head to the side and said "what... the fuck??" out loud.

This pretty much sums it up...

What’s abnormal about wanting to see your wife take a three-inch beak instead of a 10-inch African American phallus or a silicon, injection-molded forearm?

I don't know exactly where to start with that, but I can tell you that if it's not abmormal, it's at the very least unconventional.

RULE 34 of Teh Interwebz: If it exists, there is porn of it. If porn of it does not exist, porn of it must be made.

The exception to Rule 34 is Rosie O'Donnell, because, seriously... who wants to see that??




On that note, this one made me laugh.

What Happened in January 2006???

If you're unfamiliar with Google Trends, it's a tool that Google provides to track the popularity of search terms to track a subject's popularity among Google users... which is pretty much everybody.

Sometimes it's fun to play with it and compare the popularity of obscure or twisted subjects. For instance, deviant sexual behaviors. The above chart shows the relative popularity of bukakke, bestiality, anal fisting, and ass-to-mouth fucking. As expected, truly sick shit like bukakke and ass-to-mouth have enjoyed steadily languishing at the bottom of the search results for as long as Google's been keeping track, while bestiality has been enjoying steadily decreasing interest levels, with spikes of enthusiasm in concert with pertinent news stories.

Anal fisting, however, after emerging with bukakke and ass-to-mouth fucking as "truly sick shit" somehow surged to popularity in January 2006, surpassing bestiality in popularity for more than a year!!

What happened in January 2006 and how did I miss it????


The Internet never ceases to amaze.

I Hate My Cat

Jazzman (pronounced like 'jasmine'), our cat, is generally really cute. If you have a laptop and you're in the same room as her, she comes and sits on your lap and gets in the way of your typing. When you fall asleep at night, she comes and sleeps on top of you. She's got a fat, flappy stomach that swings from side to side when she runs down the hallway and we call her 'Mudflap' because of it.

Sure, she's cute, but I looked in my closet this morning and found out that she's been using it as a litter box for what looks like quite some time. Jazzy left me these presents inside of a stack of clothes. Apparently, she'd been moving the folds of the clothes and burying her poo like my clothes were kitty litter [good kitty?], so when I pulled the clothes out and shook them, turds went flying everywhere....

...'shitstorm' indeed.

I hate that little bastard.




In other news, this seemed like a fitting end to this weekend. Perhaps Jazzy has more of a sense of humor than we give her credit for.

Rainy day...

Riding Muni in the rain makes me remember why I started riding my bike to work in the first place. Somehow, the San Francisco Municipal Transportation Association has figured out the perfect incubator for fermenting the smell of fresh rain into the stench of dirty bums, old people, and urine. It's also nice to wake yourself up by riding your bike in the fresh air and not by being crammed in with a bunch of damp, grumpy people who also don't want to be there.

I don't know how I've lived in San Francisco for two years without ever having owned a lightweight waterproof jacket, but I really should get one before it stops raining and I can put it off for another year.

Plans = Fail; Birthdays = Win

I turned 28 this weekend, and as with every year, my plans to turn over a new leaf have failed miserably, and now my goal of a blog a day for a year beginning with my birthday have become plans for a blog a day beginning four days after my birthday.

So, this picture is in honor of that day. Several friends woke me up in bed with bacon, eggs, and mimosas, then several more friends decided that my room was the place to be, so about 10 of us kicked it in, on, and around my bed until we decided that it was a good plan to go hang out in Alamo Square and cause a scene. Ric did headstands, Chaz played frisbee in his bathrobe, and Ben slept on the blanket.

We were only the second biggest park party in our numbers, but the tourists in the park posed for pictures with us and not the generic looking yuppie-types. I'm not sure if this was awesome or weird, but I can imagine how they narrate that slide in their slide shows back home...

"...And these are San Francisco hippies in their natural habitat. Though their numbers have decreased, you can still find them mucking up parks all over the City on sunny days." (read in an ambiguous foreign accent for full effect)

The real highlight of the park trip, though, was Brad - who is in stuntman school (for real) - doing flips over the group.

I'll post a link to the awesome video of Brad doing a flip when I get it online.