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I’m not slamming fursuiters. Not at all.
Up yours, Gilbert and Sullivan!
Zut!
Your Inner European is French!
Smart and sophisticated.
You have the best of everything — at least, *you* think so.
Who’s Your Inner European?
Heat!
Such warmth, of a sudden. From where? Sure, balmy days have been had of late but this stifling, stickysweaty heat? Any activity incurring perspiration on a day like this ought to be if not criminal, then at least wholly optional. Sex included. Maybe breathing, too.
Caliente! Porque!
Work and weddings
An English wedding, ten siblings for the bride and groom — each — and attendant grandfolk and nephews and nieces. A very good church service, modern and old-fashioned in equal measure, emphasizing that love is more than just the warm fuzzy feelings, that it is the dedication to another person even when the fuzzy feelings […]
It’s just… boats.
Three days in a row, eight hours a day, boats, boats, boats. Remote-controlling seven cameras in a poncy VIP lounge with the same choirs, clowns and organist/whistlists playing four times a day for different groups of VIP’s. Never leaving your chair except for quick rushes to the bathroom or stuffing a banana in your face […]
Back in the groove.
So, what have I been up to that’s dragged me away from my LiveJournalling duties? Fuck all, is the answer.
Every three weeks or so I play Werewolf: The Apocalypse (soon to be The Forsaken) with the gang, which is an exercise in snack-munching coke-swigging comically violent geekery and always good fun. Intrigue, danger and romance! […]
Hopping on the bandwagon.
1. As a child, got burned by hot tea — but for reasons as yet unexplained, the tea spilled over my side formed a steam bubble under my skin which exploded so instead of becoming a second or third degree burn it ecame simply a patch of bare muscle where the skin could regrow, rather […]
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