Tuesday, October 02, 2007
No I haven't deserted you. But you know, sometimes life interferes with blogging. Things on my mind today:
Tacos al pastor with cilantro and onions from Taqueria Arandes. The one on 290. There are a lot of them in town and, even though they are a chain, the one on 290 is the only one that makes these tacos this way. You know, the right way.
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These presidential "debates"? What a crock of shit. First, they aren't debates. I took debate in school. Ladies and gentlemen, this ain't it. Second - a common question this year is "How, in your brilliant high worthiness, would you fund your new wacko bullshit scheme to rebuild the American Health Care System (which isn't actually broken but that's another story)?" To which the answer, in one form or another, is always "I would take one third from the individual users, one third from taxes, and one third from the government".
Doesn't this make you want to go out and kill a wombat?? What do these people think - that we ALLLLLL are stooopid?
Let's see:
1/3 from individuals = Money out of your pocket directly.
1/3 from taxes = Money out of your pocket through taxes.
1/3 from the government = Money out of your pocket through taxes.
This equals 100% from you, the blind and foolish person, citizen, individual. Where do people think "government money" comes from? ARE YOU THAT STUPID??? Maybe you're the wombat I want to go out and kill.
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Ever got an urge to go over to one of your best friend's house, stick her into a plastic trash bag, mold memory mesh screen to her breasts, and then plaster a life cast of them? Me, neither. BUT. My friend is in luuuuv. Bad luuuuuv. And she's also one seriously horny little girlfriend in luuuuuv.
So she decided she wants to dress up in the Leia slave costume for her boyfriend - you know - the one she luuuuuuvs. Off to the costume shops we skip. On to the net we surf. Then we have to take some nitroglycerin because we're both having heart attacks over the prices people want for these costumes. Holy. Cow.
Now, this is the friend who, a few years ago when I hand made valentine's papier-mache candy bombs and folded little origami boxes for them to live in until they were popped, came up to me with a deeply quizzical face and said "So. Do you just go home sometimes and.....craft????"
My answer was of course, yeah - you got a problem with that?
So I'm sitting around - actually I was laying in bed trying to go to sleep - when I was struck by in-spi-RATION. Let's mold her breasts!! Yeah!! We can MAKE a Leia slave costume!! I've spent enough time trolling the aisles of Michael's and Hobby Lobby to know that they have this memory mesh screen stuff and this pre-plastered cloth strip stuff. And I have tons of gold paint (naturally). And I've got the craft know how.
All these things came together one night when I went to my friend's house and felt her up. Now, I remember the first time I ever met this friend. It was in an all staff meeting at a job two jobs ago. I remember when she walked into the room and I heard her talk that I thought: Oh Wow this girl is so freaking cool and pretty and unbelievably SMART. I like her so much but she is so cool I know we'll never be friends. And here we are, six years later, me feeling her up. You just never know where life will lead. These two picks are of the first phase: The Feel Up Your Friend Phase. The first is the "Yeah haha I actually got her to wear a garbage bag" photo
The second is the "Wow this is what your tits look like molded in plaster!!" photo. As you can see, we've drawn on the basic outlines for the decorative gold swirls and I am now ready to do the build-up for those and cut out the actual pieces. Not pictured here is the girdle piece that goes over her butt.
I'll share more of "The Making Of" photos as I make progress.
Tacos al pastor with cilantro and onions from Taqueria Arandes. The one on 290. There are a lot of them in town and, even though they are a chain, the one on 290 is the only one that makes these tacos this way. You know, the right way.
_______________________________
These presidential "debates"? What a crock of shit. First, they aren't debates. I took debate in school. Ladies and gentlemen, this ain't it. Second - a common question this year is "How, in your brilliant high worthiness, would you fund your new wacko bullshit scheme to rebuild the American Health Care System (which isn't actually broken but that's another story)?" To which the answer, in one form or another, is always "I would take one third from the individual users, one third from taxes, and one third from the government".
Doesn't this make you want to go out and kill a wombat?? What do these people think - that we ALLLLLL are stooopid?
Let's see:
1/3 from individuals = Money out of your pocket directly.
1/3 from taxes = Money out of your pocket through taxes.
1/3 from the government = Money out of your pocket through taxes.
This equals 100% from you, the blind and foolish person, citizen, individual. Where do people think "government money" comes from? ARE YOU THAT STUPID??? Maybe you're the wombat I want to go out and kill.
_______________________________
Ever got an urge to go over to one of your best friend's house, stick her into a plastic trash bag, mold memory mesh screen to her breasts, and then plaster a life cast of them? Me, neither. BUT. My friend is in luuuuv. Bad luuuuuv. And she's also one seriously horny little girlfriend in luuuuuv.
So she decided she wants to dress up in the Leia slave costume for her boyfriend - you know - the one she luuuuuuvs. Off to the costume shops we skip. On to the net we surf. Then we have to take some nitroglycerin because we're both having heart attacks over the prices people want for these costumes. Holy. Cow.
Now, this is the friend who, a few years ago when I hand made valentine's papier-mache candy bombs and folded little origami boxes for them to live in until they were popped, came up to me with a deeply quizzical face and said "So. Do you just go home sometimes and.....craft????"
My answer was of course, yeah - you got a problem with that?
So I'm sitting around - actually I was laying in bed trying to go to sleep - when I was struck by in-spi-RATION. Let's mold her breasts!! Yeah!! We can MAKE a Leia slave costume!! I've spent enough time trolling the aisles of Michael's and Hobby Lobby to know that they have this memory mesh screen stuff and this pre-plastered cloth strip stuff. And I have tons of gold paint (naturally). And I've got the craft know how.
All these things came together one night when I went to my friend's house and felt her up. Now, I remember the first time I ever met this friend. It was in an all staff meeting at a job two jobs ago. I remember when she walked into the room and I heard her talk that I thought: Oh Wow this girl is so freaking cool and pretty and unbelievably SMART. I like her so much but she is so cool I know we'll never be friends. And here we are, six years later, me feeling her up. You just never know where life will lead. These two picks are of the first phase: The Feel Up Your Friend Phase. The first is the "Yeah haha I actually got her to wear a garbage bag" photo
The second is the "Wow this is what your tits look like molded in plaster!!" photo. As you can see, we've drawn on the basic outlines for the decorative gold swirls and I am now ready to do the build-up for those and cut out the actual pieces. Not pictured here is the girdle piece that goes over her butt.
I'll share more of "The Making Of" photos as I make progress.
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Finally, pictures I can not only look at, but enjoy the experience - food and boobs.
The first couple of times I looked at the photo in the previous post I didn't actually see what was going on with the bull horn, but once I did - eeewww. I wanted to leave a comment there about how you should take down the picture, but couldn't stand to look long enough to type anything there.
The first couple of times I looked at the photo in the previous post I didn't actually see what was going on with the bull horn, but once I did - eeewww. I wanted to leave a comment there about how you should take down the picture, but couldn't stand to look long enough to type anything there.
Those tacos look absolutely delicious!
About health care, I'm all for nationalized health care. The working poor pay state & federal taxes, but get them back. They're usually the ones with no insurance & are stuck with astronomical bills. Unless of course, they're illegally here, & then they get free medical.
I would like my boobs to be all perky like that w/o a bra. Heck, now I'd be happy if they did that even w/a bra!
About health care, I'm all for nationalized health care. The working poor pay state & federal taxes, but get them back. They're usually the ones with no insurance & are stuck with astronomical bills. Unless of course, they're illegally here, & then they get free medical.
I would like my boobs to be all perky like that w/o a bra. Heck, now I'd be happy if they did that even w/a bra!
Brian: I am fascinated by the bull horn picture but apparently I'm the only one. "EEEwww" is the standard response. Wonder what that says about me?
Jane: Those tacos..I'm thinking about them right now! Also, the thing about this girls boobs? They're not only perky - they're FIRM. I knew this from years of girlfriend hugs but now, after feeling her up, I'm ever more jealous. As for the health care thing... I don't even want to get into that argument.
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Jane: Those tacos..I'm thinking about them right now! Also, the thing about this girls boobs? They're not only perky - they're FIRM. I knew this from years of girlfriend hugs but now, after feeling her up, I'm ever more jealous. As for the health care thing... I don't even want to get into that argument.
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