Tuesday, February 28, 2006


Tomorrow is my birthday and the fact that I'm seeing another one gives me hope. To satisfy my sick sense of humor I was going to post a picture of a gallows but the one I found was the horrible Natzweiler-Struthof concentration camp gallows. I couldn't bring myself to post it. So I found this picture instead. I hope you share my hope. All things are possible in God.

Monday, February 27, 2006

New Mast and No One Reads Me Monday

Well I spent the weekend getting my new aluminum mast together for my beautiful boat Gala. Man, I hated that ugly wooden one. Plus it weighed like 200 lbs; not conducive to snmooth sailing. Everything is coming together nice and I'm getting really pumped. New mast, new sails, new paint, new lifelines, new outboard and all at a very affordable price. It's amazing what one can accomplish when one is really motivated.

Friday, February 24, 2006

Best HNT response ever! 58 comments!

I love it! The men almost all responded with "Whoa, scary!" The women almost all responded with "Whoa, sexy!" The girls who thought it was sexy tended to think that made them kinky. Fascinating!! I'm very pleased with the result. I was surprised how much it looks like I'm touching the knife with my left hand but it's an optical illusion. I'm nowhere near it. The main reason I asked you all what this means is I couldn't figure it out. I wanted something artistic, 1/2 naked, that included my boots and knife with a white background. That was the 2nd picture of the 8 that I took. That was the only one that looked remotely good but when I tried to imagine what was happening in the pic it was like "Hmm...what's going on HERE?!?!" I shopped an uncharacteristically long time for these. We went down to 8th street and 6th ave and there were about ten stores in a row. I went in every one and tried on a bunch of different brands and price ranges. Finally I found these. They fit, they're comfy, American made and were $180. You could REALLY tell the difference between these and the Chinese made for $100. DarkNeuro wins!She made me laugh: linoleum under your feet - do you show your knife to all the girls you meet?Answer: I was acquitted.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

Half Naked Thursday In New York

What does this photograph say to you? Make up a story, sing me a song, write me a poem, you can't go wrong. Is it funny, disturbing, sexy, cool, or something else?

Sweet Irony!

Instant Karma - Well, not quite, but almost. I'm happy because, having answered honestly, they claim I shall be reincarnated as an owl. Only 9% of people will be reincarnated as a higher life form than me. I dunno what's so great about being an owl. Sure I'm soft and fluffy and I can fly silently and see a football field by candlelight but what's so great about eating mice? I'd rather be a lion or maybe an eagle; at least an eagle eats fish. They claim a pig is a filthy animal, but let's face it, wouldn't you want to have 30 minute orgasms? I ask you! So? Comment already. What shall you return as? Me wan know.

So. Bad. It's...Great!

Leonard Nimoy and William Shatner Sing! O my dear horror!
Courtesy of my hot pal Idling Wildly.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

Russian Clowns!!

I had an wonderfully fun time seeing Slava's SNOWSHOW! WOOOHOOO!!!!!I highly recommend it. Funny as hell, a little scary at times, and generally far out. Thanks luv!

Curing Today's Ignorance

The Philosophy of Being...Ignorant - from OverheardInNewYork
Guy: Do you know what the word "ontological" means?
Chick: Yeah...I have seen it before...
Guy: Yeah. Me too.
Chick: Is it like an orange?
Guy: Yeah...Well, it's something weird like that.
Chick: I know what you mean.
--Hungarian Pastry Shop, Amsterdam Avenue
Overheard by: Marie Favorita

OK, I had to admit that I too wasn't sure what the word meant. My first thought was to confuse Ontology with Oncology, but I knew that wasn't right. Hence a trip to The Dictionary
which says:
on·col·o·gy = The branch of medicine that deals with tumors, including study of their development, diagnosis, treatment, and prevention.

on·tol·o·gy = The branch of metaphysics that deals with the nature of being. More on that here. Now aren't you glad I asked? OK, OK, back to work. Nothing to see here. Move along.

Thursday, February 16, 2006

It' s not what you say, it's how you say it!

This post is brought to you by my favorite comic strip artist Jef Mallet, creator of FRAZZ - The guy is a freaking genius and I highly recommend his new book. It's only $8 and more than well worth it. Tell your friends. Seriously, it's Awesome! Everyone I know uses the phrase "I feel nauseous." to mean they feel sick. That is apparently the wrong usage. From the dictionary: nau·seous adj. Causing nausea; sickening: “the most nauseous offal fit for the gods” Usage Problem. Affected with nausea. Usage Note: Traditional critics have insisted that nauseous is properly used only to mean “causing nausea” and that it is incorrect to use it to mean “affected with nausea,” as in Roller coasters make me nauseous. In this example, nauseated is preferred by 72 percent of the Usage Panel. Curiously, though, 88 percent of the Panelists prefer using nauseating in the sentence The children looked a little green from too many candy apples and nauseating (not nauseous) rides. Since there is a lot of evidence to show that nauseous is widely used to mean “feeling sick,” it appears that people use nauseous mainly in the sense in which it is considered incorrect. In its “correct” sense it is being supplanted by nauseating.

I love it when I find out that something that EVERYONE says is totally grammatically wrong. It gives me hope that SOMEBODY SOMEWHERE is paying attention. :-) Cheers!

Wednesday, February 15, 2006

Bang On De Drum In De Islands HNT

I don't want to work! I just want to bang on de drum all day! Wit my foot!


Haunted and hunted.
Hell hounds on my trail.
Flaunted and punted
All to no avail

And I pack up my bags and

I can't find the future,
Can't escape the past;
Stuck in the present.
Alone at last

And then I pack up my bags and
pack up my bags and

I'm burnt and busted
Cut off from the flow
Doped up and dusted
And I just don't know

So I pack up my bags and
pack up my bags and
I pack up my bags and

Why can't I be more like you
And want the simple things you do?
The happiness that just eludes
The emptiness that I exude
The foolishness that I include
And all the lies I swear are try and so I

Pack up my bags and then I
Pack up my bags and then I
Pack up my bags and go

And I pack up my bags and
Pack up my bags and
Pack up my bags and go.

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

Happy Valentine's Day

St. Valentine baptizing Lucilla by Jacopo Bassano - It seems fine art and Catholicism are colliding on my blog lately. Little known facts about St. Valentine: There were 3 different ones. An Irish one, a German/Franco one was the patron St. of epileptics, and an African one that no one seems to know much about. Anyway, the Irish one seems to be the one m9ost people know about and anyway that first link has the most info about Valentine's day, for all you uninterested parties. I missed church on Sunday but not for lack of trying. It snowed like heck and we showed up but no one was there. Only after we had gone shopping and come home did we realize they had moved the service from 5PM to 6PM. Oops. It was an honest mistake. I think God understands. Go visit Bougie and C1 for an interesting debate on race, sex and other hot topics. Don't forget to chime right in with your bad self.

Monday, February 13, 2006


And lots of it. :-( Rats. Just when I thought we'd make it through the winter without another bad storm. Got stuck in a snow bank this morning. Kinda sucked but I managed to dig out without the aid of a tow truck. Sheesh.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

Albin Vega parts

This is the handle one would use to hand crank a diesel engine for an Albin Vega sailboat like my own. Since I have no such engine nor want one (outboards rule) I offer this one for sale. Leave a comment and bid or email me at xxxblister(at) yahoo (dot) com. Cheers!

The Shocker HNT

I sometimes think my hands are my best feature. HHNT!

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Saint Robert of Adams

Last night I dreamed I was walking around the halls of a college campus. Young people were milling about going to class. I ran into my old professor Dr Robert Train Adams. We were talking and I suddenly realized he had become a Saint. He had a fiery halo and it was as if I could see his true forms; a white paladin's shield adorned with a blue cross, a golden, bejeweled cup filled with Christ's blood, the college professor with a halo... I reached out to touch his heart and he threatened to punch me. Then he said he was just kidding. Then I woke up. Why can't I dream like normal people?

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

Tired Tuesday

My love was upset with me last night for good reason. I repent my transgression mightily.
I am blessed.
Chapter 13
Jacob and the Angel
JACOB'S wrong in receiving his brother's blessing by fraud was again brought forcibly before him, and he was afraid that God would permit Esau to take his life. In his distress he prayed to God all night. An angel was represented to me as standing before Jacob, presenting his wrong before him in its true character. As the angel turns to leave him, Jacob lays hold of him, and will not let him go. He makes supplications with tears. He pleads that he has deeply repented of his sins and the wrongs against his brother, which had been the means of separating him from his father's house for twenty years. He ventures to plead the promises of God and the tokens of His favor to him from time to time in his absence from his father's house.
All night Jacob wrestled with the angel, making supplication for a blessing. The angel seemed to be resisting his prayer, by continually calling his sins to his remembrance, at the same time endeavoring to break away from him. Jacob was determined to hold the angel, not by physical strength, but by the power of living faith. In his distress Jacob referred to the repentance of his soul, the deep humility he had felt for his wrongs. The angel regarded his prayer with seeming indifference, continually making efforts to release himself from the grasp of Jacob. He might have exercised his supernatural power and forced himself from Jacob's grasp, but he did not choose to do this.
But when he saw that he prevailed not against Jacob, to convince him of his supernatural power, he touched his thigh, which was immediately out of joint. But Jacob would not give up his earnest efforts for bodily pain. His object was to obtain a blessing, and pain of body was not sufficient to divert his mind from his object. His determination was stronger in the last moments of the conflict than at the beginning. His faith grew more earnest and persevering until the very last, even till the breaking of the day. He would not let go his hold of the angel until he blessed him. "And he said, Let me go, for the day breaketh. And he said, I will not let thee go, except thou bless me." The angel then inquired, "What is thy name? And he said, Jacob. And he said, Thy name shall be called no more Jacob, but Israel: for as a prince hast thou power with God and with men, and hast prevailed."

Monday, February 06, 2006

Busy Night In Dreamland

Lately my dreams have had several themes. (1) Being overwhelmed. Often I am set to an impossible task in unmanagable circumstances. Get these tons of trash out of this muddy street. Roll this giant stone up this muddy hill while drunk. That sort of thing.

(2) Being seduced. Frequently I am being coerced into sex by inappropriate people in inappropriate places. Two underage women in a bar crowded with people I know. Being unable to resist even though I know the terrible price of faithlessness; Unbearable loss.

(3) Being intoxicated. Falling down drunk and unable to handle (1) and (2) above. Last night I hit the trifecta repeatedly. Plus I kept getting tabacco in my drink and coughing like crazy when I tried to drink it. Man, my poor brain. I need mental floss. I'm getting a little worried that my very public persona here is going to get me in touble. Again. Like many of my bloggy friends I might need to go underground with this stuff. It's just too dangerous to have floating around.
OK so I watched the Superbowl. The Fedex Ad was the best and I think the Seahawks got robbed. I had no vested interest and apologies to Laurie but from where I sat the refs ignored every Steelers foul and flagged every Seahawks foul. The first Steelers touchdown was VERY questionable. Whatever. I don't give a crap about football but that was my take. The Stealers need to change the spelling of their name. :-) Let the flames begin.

Friday, February 03, 2006

Friday is for gettin yer FREAK ON!

I forget where I got this but I just LOVE things like this. My fellow French speakers will of course get it right away. You non French speakers might need a hint at first: The 'establishment' is located at 69 Black Cat Street (Paris). Prices are in francs and, as this is quite old, things were quite a bit cheaper back then. Now that Les Femmes de la Nuit are unionized it's pretty much 300 francs no matter what you want although you can always get "Le Pipe" from the local crack whore for 50 francs anywhere on Rue St. Denis. Or...um...so I hear. Not that I would know. Yea.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Grrrr HNT

Rats. Not a great start to the day. Got up early, went to the marina with my new sail, hoisted it to check the fit...and it looks wrong but I'm not sure. That's a $525 mistake. I have 14 days to send it back so I left it with the sailmaker to see if maybe he can make it work. Grrr. As such I had no time to take a new HNT but this one is old enough that my new readers (my, my there's a lot of you!) might not have seen it. Plus it puts me in the mindset of sailing which I could do
TODAY if I wasn't working. It's already like 50 degrees out there. FNA!

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Gala's Circuit Diagram

This is Gala's circuit diagram. Between redesigning her electrical system and studying sphereical trigonometry so I can use my new sextant I'm becoming a regular math and science wiz. These are not parts of my brain I use well or often so it's challenging. I hear women think smart men are sexy. How can this be true? I get more looks flexing my muscles than my brain. Thoughts?
I had big fun chatting via IM with Damasta lasta nighta. Ella fue sorprendida un blanquito como yo peuden hablar como la raza. Whateva. I'm a freakin' genius! :-) She gotta white girl accent, yo. I can't believe how few people she knows in Tejas who can speak the non-gringo lingo. What's up with that crap? Peace out Super Dawgs and Pussy Cats..