I'll Just Slip This In Here (Again)

Watching the original X-Files, I realize how Scully was treated and how the second class citizenship of women was so accepted in popular fiction even twenty years after the woman's liberation movement kick started again. The antique cell phones and other electronics seriously hamper the longevity of media produced in the last thirty years.

Because this was just too raw, perhaps?

Meanwhile, if you are amused by the title, that could be for several very different reasons and we can nonchalantly glance up at the ceiling casually whistling an aimless tune until another subject comes along (oh, like the X-Files?) to catch our attention.

Squirrel?

Yes, so the previous entry was not at all the reason this was slipped in here because it was anything but raw vulnerability and should not in any way attract any attention or embracement. Embarrassment? Who me? Never give up, never surrender. The fox has seen the hens, repeat, the fox has seen the hens. Any old lifeline will do in a pinch. The old pinch, the young fondle, the rest of us fumble. Did I mention C.Diff is likely still around?

Yes, I'll reach for anything to distract from the lonelies and if you've been here long enough, you'll know that's no understatement. I will not patronize Starbucks or BP. No distraction is off limits, from politics to pedophilia. Feel free to jump in with any assistance you'd like to provide. Did I mention I have a sunburn under my right eye? I must remember sun block tomorrow at the fields. Feel free to call to remind my at 407-325-1482.

I have no idea why.

I already get a ridiculous number of telephone solicitations in spite of reporting every number to the government on their website for such annoying call reports, but the spammers have both my personal and work number and they call often. The latest are the IRS lawyer calls. Someone needs to invent a button that can be pressed to send an electric shock to the person or machine calling. Aversion therapy, you know?

Have you no shame?

Well, if so, send your nude photos to PO Box 162843, Altamonte Springs, FL 32716 for a chance to win internet fame and fortune, at least. . Fat people need not apply. Surely guilt and shame will follow me for the rest of my days. Wait, next I'll include a link to a kickstarter page. There's always the paypal link if you've got extra money you don't need (as if). I sure need it, haven't you read about the cesspool I live in? You can save a life tonight.

Did I mentioned I cleaned the room?

Yes, clean sheets too, I mean, in case you were coming over for some bedtime snacks or something. Bring chocolate, I'm out of chocolate. Thought there is almost always syrup. One refrigerated and one room temperature. Yes, I aim to please. Sex is not violence, just so you know. At least not in my madhouse.

Would you like to swing on a star?

This blog is obviously suffering from neglect. The life dirt, drama, and details are boring me and redundancy is not as amusing to me lately as it once was. Perhaps the diseases are taking their toll. Apathy protects me from feeling sad because nobody cares. Apathy leads to silence. Silence is deadly to a babbler, so neglect leads to suffering or some sort of anal probing. I so wish the aliens would come back for me, I am fresh out of ointment.

So where've you been?

Narf :)

What lotion?