That is hilarious… you could even say seal puppies for comedic value.

only if you can get their little seal eyes in the coat- make it more lifelike!

Make sure it’s spotted. I mean, might as go with an established theme.

I think I will craft you a scarf of kitten tales to further ignight the mass’s sense of outrage.

Mel–why no new posts? Are you out slaying innocent animals?

most likely, Mela is out using her mysterious ways to intice young men to serve her hand and foot.

Nah, she’s too busy on Facebook…

wasn’t her that said myspace was gay?

I have a Russian rabbit fur hat and as I wear it people ask me what kind of fur it is and I tell them that my dog pissed me off. I just love the reaction people have. Either that or I tell them I have a beaver on my head.

Derek, I can’t hear you, I have a beaver on my head.

a beaver on your head???
Haircutter, hmmmmmmmmm

Animal furs are so 80’s. You really want to freak people out, make a coat out of human skin, like Buffalo Bill in ‘Silence of the Lambs’.

“It puts the lotion on its skin!”

Apple, you bring up a great point. However, wouldn’t the Lamb coat be so 90’s?? I suppose we are looking at something like coffee bean encrusted coats or woven together dried baby organic vegetable “wool” to really shock and disturb the masses. I mean, who would do that? Kill babies and waste coffee?

this blog is taking a very strange turn today.

hey. what happened to the Platinum Blonde? Where is she?

I was just in Atlanta… I hear there is an expert on this subject down there… to bad I didn’t see this before I went.

hey Dude: are you the same dude (one of the dudes, anyway) who writes for sacrilicious ?

(inquiring nekos, and all that …)

no… those guys are dickholes.

So, how is everyone dressing for Halloween? I’m going with the basic black tux with satin stripes down the pants legs. I’ll be looking for Neko with a simple black dress and her genuine pearls, for she is a classy kind of gal.

Doc, not are you talented in several diverse disciplines (reading; typing; removal of contact lenses, etc.), you are a genius ….

… black is my favorite color. i have a cute little silk black dress in my closet.

… pearls are my favorite jewel. after a two-year work stint in tokyo, i treated myself with a 36inch strand. it’s my most treasured piece.

and lastly … in my opinion, there’s absolutely nothing hotter than a charming man in a really good tuxedo.

brother, either you have a magical crystal ball or youre a bona fide genius(!)

trick-or-treat, baby …

I’ll give ya a pearl necklace, baby!

hey, November (the dude): it’s November (the month)!

for the next 29 days, it’s all about YOU, baby.

(and that (in)famous pearl necklace, of course ….)

Oh, November. Your chilly fingers shiver me timbers each morning as I awaken- tumbling from dreams to the realness of my flesh, deep inside my flannel jammies, I am warmed by steamy thoughts of something, something, in the butt. November; welcome.

Sweet Haircutter–If you wear long johns with a back flap, you’ll stay warm and be ready for November, all at the same time.

Neko–maybe some simple diamond earings to go with the pearls. Just keeping it real. and, some fresh-brewed hot coffee in the morning.

November–enjoy your month!!!

So, Mela, how was your Halloween???

I’m tired of entertaining myself….I miss Mela.

Yeah. Where’s Mela?

i picked up simple diamond earrings (set in 18K white gold) in dubai — i rewarded myself after my stint in the gulf. doc: you’ve got impeccable taste ….

brother Q8: i’m getting tired of entertaining myself, too (and i’m kinda afraid to see where the november/butt theme is going to go next …)

all about melas insite and wonderful writing…..now..just filling in the gaps…you are missed

contrary to popular belief… ah well, it’s just fun to quote Leon Phelps…

From Leon Phelps on SNL to the Tango to Kuwait, this blog does it all. Just think what Mela has started . . .

Then you’ll love this: Blade Runner Final Cut is at the Uptown for a limited time. Geekfest beware.

At what point do you think Mela ignores the “You’ve got mail!” call that is triggered from someone commenting on her blog? The comments section has become a social network.

Mela, we know this was you: swingin’ that FINE thang around…

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/11/07/AR2007110702455.html?hpid=moreheadlines

of all the years i’ve lived in the dc area, i’ve never been groped/grabbed/touched (by a total stranger, anyway). but not so when i’ve been abroad …

walking to class one rainy day in small town japan, i had an umbrella in one hand, my walkman in the other (back when music players were gargantuan). two guys on a scooter drove up beside me and slowed down — i figured they wanted to try out their english on me or even just gawk at a foreign chick (a very common occurance).

as i turned towards them, the one on the back reached out & grabbed my , um, chest. he smirked & they sped off ….

one of the things i love most about america: guys keep their damn paws to themselves!!

(well, apparently, most of them do. most of the time. except the creepy pervs skulking about some va. metro stations …)

like I said in an earlier post, I enjoy “doing” women–but, only when the “doing” is wanted/appreciated/welcomed, etc. even just watching is ok. There is yes, there is well, maybe. And, there is no. Yes is yes. Maybe is well, give it a try. No is no.

Creepiness and groping on the street is past the limits. This is assault.

illegal… and FUN! Hell, that puts the ass in assault, don’t you know!

November, You got it! Fun as HELL!! I miss the days of sexual harrassment amongst consenting adults.

the key word is CONSENTING adults. Consent can be implied, but it has to be there. Woman sitting at a bar, looking all sultry and hot and holding an unlit cigarette is giving me the implied consent to offer her a light, etc. etc. (doesn’t have to be a cigarette, but you get the idea). Woman sitting at a table listening to good ole’ country music, or the tango, gives me implied consent to take her to the dance floor and maybe cope a feel.
Woman walking near the metro is not giving me the implied consent to grab her ass. That is not consensual behavior.

lighten up, ray

I think I’ll whip up some tight jeans that have an implied consent target on the rear…

right on, HC! Spankings for the month of November!

allright, I’ll keep an eye (and a hand?) out for Haircutter!
Don’t worry, Neko, you are still the one for me. I just appreciate a good target, like my friend November.

http://www.kennedy-center.org/programs/millennium/artist_detail.cfm?artist_id=WDBOXGANG

Don’t Forget!!

Ok, I was in the bathroom, doing my usual hair cutting. I got to thinking about public touching and of a particular incident on Phoenix Az’s mass transit, circa 1989. My boyfriend and I boarded a super crowded, standing room only bus. He backed me in to a spot in front of a guy, and then my boyfriend stood in front of me. When the bus first hit the air brakes, I realized Mr. RightBehindMe was pressed super hard against me. I looked up over my shoulder and saw his chest, and then looked up into his face. He looked sheepish, with a sly grin and he gave me a little “whacha gonna do” shrug. When I say he was pressed against me super hard, yeah, that is what I mean. He had a massive erection, and it was burning itself into my memory and back. I flushed and stood there with a chesshire grin. It was sardines on that bus, and no one had any idea of this huge shared secret, particularly my boyfriend. He was never super attentive. Well, the “ride” went about 10 minutes, and I was fantasizing heavily about Paul Bunyan and his massive manhood. The guy, at a quick stop, placed his hand on my hip for a nano second, and I nearly lost my mind. Two stops later, my boy led me towards the exit. I turned back to at least share a look with Paul, and I found he had haunting gray eyes. He stared into me, and licked his lip slowly. I orgasmed on the spot while he shielded himself with a magazine and gave me a huge grin. I never saw him again, but have major love for him to this day.

hey, HCut: is your bus vignette a Penthouse letter, or something?? or seriously for real??!

i had something of the same sort happen (again in Japan!) on a train in Tokyo in 1988 …. a little Wisco college girl (me) goes across the world to the bigass city of 15 million (or whatever) and gets crammed into a train like a sardine (yes, they really do have the station dudes with white gloves who push & cram all the hapless tokyo commuters into the cars).

i was wearing a long denim skirt with a slit up the back; i was hanging onto the overhead strap for dear life and could barely breathe with all the folks jammed in there (think DC metro on 4th of July, and then add another million more tourists).

some dude — never got a look at him as i couldnt move, let alone turn around — somehow got his hand up & inside my skirt and grabbed my behind. and held on/fondled for the good 10 minutes. by the time the train stopped and i managed to plow my way off the train and away from that nasty paw, i’d felt so helpless and stupid and humiliated that tears burned my eyes.

now, i’m always up for a good playful grope from a good bud (like brother November, for example). but random strangers?! where i had no control over the situation and couldnt escape? it’s an experience that gives me the major creeps, even all these years later.

(all that being said: that paul bunyun tale does sound kinda hot … almost, but not quite as hot as, say, the train scene in Risky Business … )

well, let’s see. If I comment one way, I get the “lighten up Ray” line. If I comment another way, I get the “pursuing too hard (no pun intended)” line.
So, I guess I can just say, when it’s hot, it’s hot.

walking down the beach in the summer–g/f of the moment is taking a snooze and I’m just taking a walk. See a fine gal lying on her stomach with her bikini top straps undone. She gets up on her elbows (like a pushup) and gives me both a good look and a smile. I pause, and she can see I am looking from just a few feet away. She continues to smile. If g/f of the moment hadn’t been just down the way, it would have led to an interesting moment in the ocean. At the least, it led later to several interesting moments with the g/f, as I had my inspiration!

It is true and I figure he was one of my ones that got away. Boo hoo for me.

Does anyone know what happened to the Platinum Blonde? I liked hearing about her. Where is she?

Brrr! It’s cold in November, but guess what? that’s not the only reason to “wrap it up”! That’s right kids, Chlamydia’s on the rise:

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/11/14/health/14diseases.html?ref=us

Ah, but the bad news? Condoms don’t always stop it. The good news? New tests can detect from urine samples. No more getting rodded off the range.

hmmm, what does it take to get November hot??

i’d totally love it if November were hot! (i’ve been shivering these past couple wks in my flannel pj’s … )

now, i’m all for PSAs re STDs and other nasty stuff; the NYT article was interesting reading. but i think it’s so much more interesting to think about creative ways to keep warm/hot in November …

Neko in her flannels,
what a sight to behold;
maybe I need to rub up against her,
I wouldn’t want her to be cold.

Reading about STDs at 6:40AM is just a great way to start the day.

Hey, if you own a car, you have to change the oil. Just sayin’. If you play the game…

November IS hot. Especially in the Southern Hemisphere. To get so? Um, termal currents?

…Hmm, no, not as hott about hot… I know, the tilt of the earths axis! Something, something, do it on the slant!

…or, how about warmer by putting down some air ducts? OR radient heating… I LOVE radient heating… oow baby, layin’ pipe!

ooh, radient heat is the best. it’s totally hot when the heating element is built into the flooring.

mmm …. (on) the floor is totally hot.

… and the thought of something, something on the hot floor on a slant: thank god for November!

now, how do we work turkey drumsticks, stuffing, cranberry sauce and pumpkin pie into this current vision of something, something on the hot floor on a slant.
hmmm, coming home for Thanksgiving and seeing the old g/f who still has a flame in her heart for good ole’ Dr. Ray.

A little “touch” football, a little “moving hands” under the Thanksgiving table, a few shots of cognac after dinner.
November can be hot–you just have to use your imagination. Or, just travel to a warm, hot carribean resort, topless beach, a few daquiris, a prviate cabana. you all get the idea, I hope.

Bloody hell, I hope Mela is out there ripping it up, somewhere. I’m beginning to get concerned. November, have you seen any breadcrumb trails or caught a whiff of her perfume, anywhere?

Mela! Are you out there?!?

Ok, Haircutter hopes so. The rest of y’all, too.

Is this blog still active? Has Mela moved her act or retired to the great Southwest?

Is anybody going to hopefully post Mela’s new blog if she starts one? Hope she’s having great holidays…[same to the rest of y’all]

Mel’s sitting on the beach in Cancun, sipping margaritas and checking out the boys.

Mela….Wishing you the very best this time of year.

Dude- I hear ya, do you hear us Mela? Wishing you all the same, wherever in the world you are.

Happy New Year

bye take3 care

Y’all. Blogging is exhausting. I’ll explain more later.

glad you are still around. you had a few of us worried.

Well sand down the rust and blow off the dust! We have contact!

Zombie blog.

I can’t remember my password to get into the blog, you guys.

Did you try ummuhhidunno?

try “just do me”

how about: “somethin’somethin’up.the.butt”

How about “smack my ass and call me charlie” or is that too long, you guys?

I bet the password is written down with Mela’s spare key…oh wait a minute.

Sorry Mela couldn’t resist

Just post in the comments section until you figure it out. I’m desperate for some Mela.

Ooops. I forgot the “:-)”

random moment:
I’m at an office retirement party, sitting with several women about late 30s. Young co-worker, around 23, walks in with a very low-cut dress. Older women say that Sue walked into the party twice–first her chest, and then the rest of her.
Ladies–retract your claws!
just a thought to start the day.

I think she should show ‘em off if she has ‘em! Eventually, she’ll turn 35, gravity will kick in and her boobs will sit on her stomach like the rest of us. Unless she gets some type of plastic surgery.

I’m with you, Ms. Kaos. Although, sign me as “41 and Perky”.

Ray- did you get scratched up when the fur flew? It’s a shame everyone can’t just share the love.

When the fur started flying, I just pulled my chair back and kept quiet. I’m not a fool!
And, I just enjoyed the 23 year old’s display–I even appreciate 41 and perky. 35 and on your stomach–I can rise to the challenge. Attitude is key.
–it’s only 6:45AM as I write–fun day ahead already!

so, how about nekos ..? how do they rate on the ray-o-meter ?

thy two breasts are like two fawns that are the twins of a gazelle, which feed among the lilies. thy lips drop honey and milk. thy eyes overcome me. thy hair is as a flock of goats, that trail down from Gilead. thy lips are like a thread of scarlet, and thy mouth is comely. thou are fairest among all women.

The Ray-O-Meter (patent pending) goes into overload when rating Neko.

said the man, while licking his eyebrows with his tongue.

Thanks, Haircutter, for the support…if you will.

Thanks for the positive attitude, Ray! They sit upon my stomach because they’re 36-D-ers and I’m breastfeeding a 17-month-old. (Please note I’m not bitching about breastfeeding!)

Way to go, Ms. Kaos! Wear them proudly.

*ahem*

okay.

other than the “hair like a flock of goats” comment, i’m lovin’ the love. i’m touched to hear that i (still) rate so highly on the Ray-dar .

p.s. next thurs is Vday: so i’ll be sure to check back here for my valentine’s message. how about a haiku? or perhaps a persian quatrain? (i’m a sucker for pretty words, what can i say … )

hair like a flock of goats: imagery of hair blowing in the wind, luxurious cascading appearance, soft to the touch. stay with me now–goat’s hair was used for the making of cashmere which was of great value. so, to say that thy hair is like a flock of goats suggests that you are of great value and beauty. remember, this is poetry.

we’re working on our three lines of haiku and our four lines of a Persian Quatrain, deciding between either an aaaa or an aaba format.

one time, I had a g/f in another city who worked with a group of women in an office. I sent flowers to the office, with a note saying “Be My Valentine.” Delivery person walked into the office of women, said he had flowers for Mary, walked the flowers to Mary. Boy, did Mary and I have fun that weekend!

My late mother once said that I had a girl in every port.

I wouldn’t want to disappoint her!

Wow. Can I steal those lines? Afterall, VDay is coming up.

Haiku for Neko:

remaining entwined
wearing only candlelight
dusk becomes darkness

or

erotic whispers
escape from behind closed doors
simultaneous sighs

Quatrain for Neko:

as I wait for Neko,

Of the pangs of separation I have suffered and borne more,
Than, through all the distant ages, any mortal being bore;
And my heart had quite forgotten all the charms of union sweet,
But what joy “tis, after severance, with one’s idol to meet.

I can’t claim full authorship, but I put in the time and energy on research and I acknowledge my mentor, Rudaki Samarkandi, a major Persian poet of the 10th Century.

Yada yada yada. Pretty words arranged in flow, Ray. Whatever. Tell your girl she’s hot and you wanna make her toes curl, bfulton, and see how things turn up.

Happy VD all, and where the hell is Mela?? Will you please stand up?

Ray, can’t believe no one’s called you on the borrowing from Song of Solomon, but whatev’s. You pulled it out with the haiku.

Me, I’m with HC. In fact, if it must rhyme put it in a naughty limerick anyday.

And let’s get back to topic: nice rack!

those are splendidly delicious words; theyre perfect for the end of a valentine’s day night. they delighted me — and curled my toes (and even warmed my rack).

so, here’s a little something for you, Doc, from Rumi (my fav Persian poet) …

I asked for a kiss,
you gave me six.
From whom did You learn such mastery?
Full of kindness, generosity …
You are not of this world.

neko- that’s nice.

Speaking of nice racks… anybody see SI swimsuit edition?

You want kittens? I’ll give you kittens.

http://www.vikingkittens.com/

lighten up

sorry, forgot the website that accompanies lighten up
www.webhamster.com turnup the volume

You guys are working it! That’s what you want to see, to heat up your 24 degree day…

HC: i havent seen the SI swimsuit edition in years (i used to cut out a pic of kathy ireland and put it up on my mirror to inspire me to work out … in the middle of a wicked wisco winter, i needed all the divine inspiration i could get!)

so, how do the , um, racks compare to 20 yrs ago?? are they all huge & fake & nasty looking?

neko, you would be pleasantly surprised. Real seems to prevail, and as a small gal myself, hugeness did not play a part. I think there are a lot of the photos on SI.com, but I didn’t go there to check it out. My hubby was the most pleased he has ever been, as real was represented. I just didn’t realize that I could stack about twenty strands of beads for a suitable “top”… looks way cool! You will be inspired!

“Lost my password” my ass. Alright, Mela! Cough it up! What’s his name?

There are real racks, there are surreal racks, there are Sports Illustrated racks, and then there is Pamela Anderson.

I’m a real man, myself. Different strokes for different folks. I survived five years of Wisco winters, both in Mad City and Eagle River. The cold perks you right up!

Here’s to bitter cold temps! Salud!

an ode to perkiness:

walking down the street,
seeing lovely women here and there,
suddenly, upon my vision a dream appears,
lovely Neko with a perky pair.

this is without even my morning coffee!

doc, you spent time in MadTown?! when were you there/where did you live, etc etc (i grew up in milwaukee & went to school in madison). i’ve not been there in nearly 20 yrs, but it’s my all-time most beloved city …

p.s. kudos on the caffeine-free generated prose: my perkiness is honored to have been so honored! but you can bet that our mythical meeting wouldve taken place somewhere out here in DC–there’s NO way you wouldve gotten a glimpse of my, uhm, rack in February had you encountered me back there in the great white north/midwest … brrrrrrr ….

The Great White Rack??

Neko,
lived in Mad City in the late 70s, off of Center Ave in East Madison. Swam in Lake Monona, did my graduate work at UW.

Now, besides dream visions of racks in midst of a cold (not DC cold, but real cold) Wisco winter, there were also sightings of real live racks in the open when hanging out at Lake Mendota and sailing with Hoofers. On a sail boat, you can really hang out.

Even in the winter, racks and perkiness can be admired, desired and worshipped! Save the ta-tas!!!!!!!!!

Bring back “Stuck in Kuwait” and send all the money saved to:

www.savethetatas.com

let the old men and women fight the wars–bring our boys and girls home!!!!!

! i was an undergrad in the mid 80’s & lived in a dump on Bernard Ct, a tiny street off of University & whatever that street was near Sellery Hall. used to bike around Lake Monona & once swam (fully clothed) in Mendota at midnight (trying to describe my eye color, my roommate once said i had “Lake Mendota-water eyes) …

damn: now i wish i were back there & drinking cheap beer at the Rathskeller (way too bloody cold to sit outside by the water).

On Wisconsin!

Hail the Great White Rack Stuck in Kuwait!!

Neko,

I don’t have Lake Mendota eyes. Today, I’m wearing a light blue shirt which matches my light blue eyes. I spent a few summers in the back of the Student Union, drinking beers after sailing on the lake.

To all, today is Leap Day, 2/29. Also known as Sadie Hawkins Day. Also known as the day single women can propose to men.

hmmmmmmmmm

Dr. Ray is at your service. We all serve our country in many ways.

Man, today I was soaking in a steamy bubble bath, listening to John Lennon and enjoying my little friend, my battery operated friend. So, Lennon was a brilliant mind and led my thoughts to beautiful places and things… very nice indeed. I just want to say “Heyya!” to all the smart guys out there- inspirations that you are with your beautiful big brains.

Happy Weekend all…. H/C will be working this one.

hmmmm ….. i’m thinking i could use a big beautiful brain right about now ….

heyya, HC~! thanks for inspiration, sis. and Happy Spring to you’all! (fiiiiiinally …. )

not only has my brain been certified (?) by the Regents of the University of Wisconsin, I know how to use it.

ahh, Spring. I remember a posting by Mela (is she still around?) about the beauties of Spring. Halter tops, spaghetti straps, simple spring dresses with minimal undergarments. And, looking ahead, I am reminded of the great song, “June is busting out all over . . .”

6 - 8″ coming my way tonight! neko, may you be so lucky—

here to serve. ready to meet all job requirements.

hc, you are one lucky cat; i’ms so damn jealous(!) (the question is: does your man have a brother … ?)

ray, your dedication to (public?) service is inspiring. your fellow serviceman — our boy in Kuwait — would be proud. “Semper somethin-somethin!”

(speaking of which: where IS our brother? think he’s left the sandbox of kuwait and moved out to duke it out with the badguys in the swamps of al-basrah ?)

I was talking about snow.

Yeah, though, where is Stuckin?

And, while I’m on here, you know what I miss, that starts with M?? And not Mela, she doesn’t need that pressure, but the freakin’ art form that was the +++++++drum roll++++++++ mix tape.

HC,–6-8″ of SNOW??? yeah, right.

Maybe Mela and my brother Stuck in Kuwait are on a secret mission together. stranger things have happened. We’ll keep the porch light on for both our hero and our heroine.

Good Dr. I should be so lucky to be on a secret mission with our fair Mela. Just Marking time here in the sandbox I’m at about T-60 days and counting.

All of this talk about Wisconsin..y’all are making me homesick. I’m originally from Brew City. Yes I ride a Harley, yes I am a Packer Fan, yes I survived State Street, even took my commission in the rotunda of the Capitol buliding in Mad City and Doc…I’ve been kicked out of Elizabeth Waters Hall (The virgin vault) a few times

How y’all doing? Where in the world Mela San Diego?

You would think that you freaks who have been posting on Mela’s decaying blog for months would just exchange emails and allow melalane.com to die in peace.

Hey Stuck– good to hear from you and I just have to say how happy I am that Favre retired!!! Woo HOo!! He’s been the bane of my football existence for far too long….

T-59… and then where do you go??

Cheers all and Happy St. Pat’s!

yo HC: dont you diss our man Farve! now, even for those like me who think pro football is cheesy, GreenBay and Brett will always be near/dear to our collective wisco hearts.

Ku-wait brother! you have just endeared yourself beyond belief: a fellow brewer AND (even better!) a badger? (i just hope you tipped me if you stumbled into Ella’s Deli on State St for a cup of coffee on your way home from the bars.) youre my damn hero (even if you were busted for skulking about Liz Waters).

58 days & a wake-up: congrats on finally escaping the sandbox .

I’m a Minnesota Vikings fan, myself. lived in wisco, but raised in MN. also spent time in Mass. and Los Angeles. remembrances of attending games outside in sub-zero temperatures. there were men in those days!!

glad to hear Stuck is still with us. we’ll keep the light on for him and tie lots of ribbons around the tree. I’ve got my own memories of leaving women’s dorms in the early hours. one time, one of my female friends insisted I accompany her to brunch in the cafeteria on a Sunday morning. I thought then she just wanted to use her college dining room meal ticket. Now, I understand that she wanted to show off that she had got some the previous evening, as why else would I be with her early on a Sunday morning. those were the days!!!

Now, it’s having cyber breakfast with Neko and friends. I’d definitely tip Neko for a cup of coffee . . .

neko- dissing pro football as—- Cheesy?? Ok, we are even.

Ray- I knew somehow that we shared the Viking Love.

I’m an Illinois girl, but oh so love the part of Wisconsin called Kettle Moraine State Park, ever been in that area?? And saw a great BoDeans show in Sheboygan at Summerfest years back…. great state!

HC: youre my girl! i still have the first BoDeans album (on tape) & saw the Violent Femmes at SummerFest in 1983)! in madison, we used to make fun of the FIBs (F’ing Illinois Boys) who used to drive up to wisco to drink (IL had a drinking age of 21 while WI’s was a mere 18). you may be a FIB, sis, but i still love ya.

(and now back to my decaf cappucino with Doc …

the best part of waking up
is Folgers in your cup
for real, the best part of waking up
is Neko on your screen

T-55 and counting (I think). not to get too sentimental, but Stuck we need you back here in the states! Keep your head down and your powder dry.

So, where is Mela? If she is not in Kuwait, maybe she and November are out there somewhere, doing the somethin, somethin.

I was out there, “helping” Mela jump her car, alas. A tow was required. She may be out there right now shopping for a car… it may even be a Jetta…

In any case. Mela’s well. Don’t expect she’ll be blogging anytime sooon. Think the format bled her dry. You know how emotional she gets.

But the sun still rises and falls. I’ve still got a long torso that she won’t stop mentioning cuz it’s hilariously, you guys. Oh, and I’ve found myself a Mrs. November. But, ya know… it has been like a year, so things changed. There’s your update.

hmmm, November. I feel this is cryptic, a coded message winking at us. What are you saying through the shiny happy faces??

1) Mela has a new Jetta man.

2) We are leaches in a non-symbiotic relationship.

3) You’ve a loooong tooorsooo, no woman and again, long torso.

Anybody know this song, “Son’s Gonna Rise” by Citizen Cope?? Just wondering…. great tune.

Washington Post, 3/28/08, Weekend Section, P. 6.
Tango Nights
“This is tango. This is not the high school prom.”
He stood at arm’s length from a brave female volunteer, her hands on his shoulders and his loosely around her waist. “This,” he said, suddenly drawing her in so that her body pressed against his, “is how we hold each other.”

Any question?

Mela,

I hope that what ever you are doing and writing brings you happiness.

Ray, November, Neko & Haircutter….you guys were most entertaining. In about twelve hours I am on a plane bound for the good old US of A. I hope it is cold and crisp and would even settle for a rain shower or two.

May you all have a wonderful summer.

John

John/Stuck,

I’ve been thinking of you and realized recently that it has been some 60 days since you were T-60 and counting.
It has been fun meeting Neko, Mela, Haircutter, November and yourself on-line with the rest of the cast of characters who have been gathered by the almighty, all-beautiful, all-knowing, graceful Mela. (Neko, you are still the one, don’t worry).
I am most glad, however, to see you heading back to the good, old US of A. Freedom is precious.

Have a cold one and a shot for me.

Ray

Whoo HOo!! John, damned nice to “meet” you and best wishes on your safe return.

Damn happy to see some action here… and other places.

Cheers, all!