-Bernard Stonehouse

I wish I could say that I found that quote with my own eyes but, alas, it comes with the help of a god, Berkley Breathed. Don't know who he is? By golly, you really should jump on board to discover a lost 80's beauty of a comic strip, Bloom County. Opus, the penguin, was my hero as was the joys of Steve, Milo, Binkley, Hodge-Podge, Portnoy, Bill the Cat, and the exclusive Basselope.

And so I sit here after a long day of the usual activities, only with more sweat, to think back while eating 2 thick slices of homemade bread with butter on top. Mmmmmm......you've every right to feel jealous because warm bread takes away my desire for a milkshake.

Editor: "Just ask Sara about his obsession with milkshakes and lemonade."

Today, I saw a high schooler waking around as I drove to pick up comics. To people, like my mother, this type of kid would not be seen as worthy of displaying such hair, a red mohawk. Oh, how I was so happy to see some sort of dis against conformity!

I don't know why people have such problems with those that don't care to comb their hair to the sides. Too much upkeep makes the person seem dull and more into him or herself. I've even wondered what happened to our young punks from long ago. Did they somehow find corporate jobs? Do people see my spiked hair as raging against the machine?

More and more, I find myself wishing we'd bring back punks and anything that makes old ladies run instead of walk like they have a massive squishy load in their Depends. The only form of rebellion is not in the form of clothes or hair but in violence. I see the same damn thing over and over, A & F on the shirts or fat nerds in Converse. Red mohawks are so different that even I wasn't ready for seeing that.

A little hot is the best way to describe today's weather. Naturally, that means a nice run that ends up with sticky 'pits and me carrying 5-Pound Phooey the rest of the way. It's always the same. She poops out at the corner.

Saw my first sexy jogger today. Whoa! Blue bra top and tight shorts went very fast. My viewpoint was from behind so I could only admire the toned ass and sexy back. You'd be surprised that some of us guys actually admire the line where the spine goes.

But I can't run like that, especially with a 4-legged critter that wipes out at the corner. No matter how many pep talks I give 5-Pound Phooey while crouched down on the ground, it never does any good. Only 5 houses to pass but the little dog insists on being held.

Sexy runners definitely make things a little better. I admire those that take care of themselves instead of coming up with orange ideas:

"I'm bored. Oh, I'll get the bag of Cheetos!"

Remember that book I mentioned, 'Go Ask Ogre?' It's okay but I'm so used to Diaryland and Blogspot that a girl's words don't have quite the same effect in book-form. Jolene Siana, the book's author, wrote 9 years of letters to the lead singer of Skinny Puppy, Ogre. Some are whiney while others that question death get my interest.

Don't worry. Jolene Siara turned out just fine seeing as she's now an artist. It's just that Ogre kept all these letters and then met her at a concert to give them back. I'm not one to have the guts to allow people to read my thinkings during high school, no matter how adult I thought I was. Looking back, I have somewhat of an idea of how ridiculous I was in thought.

Trust me. It's the same old thing for us in high school as a boy, girls are a mystery even when I spent time dating one girl, Beth.

But death? Why is it considered so grim to wonder about it? I've always wondered what happens. White light? Completely turned off like a machine? Do we fly? I've always wanted to be able to fly and watch whales or great white sharks leap out of the ocean. To think that the old stereotype of only goth people being entranced over death is stupid.

Note: The latest picture of Robert Smith was awful. Fatness does not suit those that dress so dark with lots of make-up. Long ago, Robert looked cool but aging rockers need to know when the costumes must stop. Oh, the Cure's 'Friday, I'm In Love' is my favorite song by them.

"Dressed up the eyes,
it's a wonderful surprise
to see your spirits rise!"

It's the type of song to play while dancing around a room in your pajamas or underwear. I would expect someone on Diaryland to sing this during a my topless karaoke bash. Summer gets high nomination for this song.

You really must get satellite TV. Cable sucks. I'm not even a TV loving zombie but certain shows are really getting to me. You know how I'm addicted to G4's total geekfest addictive show, Attack Of the Show. April 1st brings the story of Henry the VIII with The Tudors on Showtime. Loving medieval stories! The sex-lives of kings and queens make for good raunchy fun.

Now, Showtime has another one that just started. Ever wanted to go behind the scenes of a big budget porn movie? Debbie Does Dallas is being redone but the times have really changed. Actresses, even in porn, can be such drama queens. Who knew. While it is fun to hear a director go over how a scene is supposed to happen:

"Angel, you fuck her in the ass. Now, Sindy, try to keep the toy in her pussy and, Cliff, cum on her tits but move so Ronnie get cum on her face."

Now, is that the perfect dialogue to come out of your boss or what? It truly is amusing, Showtime's Debbie Does Dallas Again, how porn has gotten to be so mainstream that a pay-cable channel is allowing us to meet porn actresses. They are people, too, except they have to have their assholes and pussies scrubbed prior to work. You should see the stuff that clogs up the wastebaskets!

So, I'm outta here after another day that I'm proud to see end. I'll be hitting the road for Indiana on Friday because I miss...........yes, a boy that will admit, Sara. I just wonder how 5-Pound Phooey is going to deal with no runs and cuddles. Girls that can walk on 2 legs and share a shower with the boyfriend are still tops. Happy twats all around.

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