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This is moi when I go into my "beastal rage" state.  Like the Hulk, it occurs when I'm sufficiently provoked/angered.  Goddess and at least one other person have actually witnessed this transformation.  I exhibit seizure-like symptoms where I have no recollection of my behavior afterward.  During my "transformation" I have (seemingly) superhuman strength.  What does this mean?  I don't know, but in a previous incident (way back in highschool)  I literally pulverized a bullying jock.  I was told afterward that I had flung a coach into a wall when he tried to pull me off the bully.  (I was a nerdy weakling in highschool, so go figure how I could possibly pin a muscular jock and fling a 200-plus pound adult male without the help of a full moon or gamma rays.)

At least I don't grow excessive body hair and fangs when it happens!
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Important Announcement


Yes humans, we're taking over.

Our problem is that we didn't arrive until you were too numerous and too advanced for an easy, typical conquest.  You complicate things - but despite your impressive numbers and developing technology you're still easily conquered and readily assimilated.  We've been colonizing worlds like yours for longer than you've been sapient.  Those of you who aren't suitable as servants will make tasty meals.  Your culinary skills are impressive - we're eager to try some of your recipes using you instead of your popular bovine feedstock.

Why am I telling you this?
1. You won't really believe me; and
2. Even if you did, there is nothing you can do to stop us.

Enjoy your time while you can.  The "second coming" some of you eagerly await is in fact our arrival in OUR time - and YOUR displacement from the top of the food chain.

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SUPPORT HR 45 Blair Holt Firearm Licensing

The following is a non-kinky political post that will probably offend some gun-lovers.

Someone from the NRA called me Saturday to get me to call my Congressman to oppose HR 45, which would require licensing of gun owners.  I don't think he liked my response.

We license doctors, lawyers, engineers, geologists, pilots, drivers and many others. Why? Licensing helps to insure that an individual has the necessary education and experience to safely and competently perform. Would you want an un-licensed driver operating an 18-wheeler tractor-trailer rig on our highways? No? Then what is wrong with asking responsible gun-owners to get a license? HR 45 would provide for testing and licensing of gun owners. I've read HR 45 and IMHO any law-abiding, competent gun-owner shouldn't have a problem obtaining a license. Makes me wonder about the real reason why the NRA is so adamantly opposed to HR 45. Could it be that they're afraid some of their members couldn't get a license? I've known a few NRA members in my time; some are well-educated, law-abiding and responsible and some probably shouldn't own a BB gun. It's the later I'm worried about - and that's why we should tell Bill Cassidy to vote for House Bill HR 45.
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I Ate An Octopus!

No, I'm really not making this up. I really ate a whole baby octopus Saturday night. I guess that's what happens when you mix a 22 oz. Sapporo with an adventerous spirit at a sushi bar.


In retrospect, it was rather chewy.


I had gas afterwards.

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For Goddess and Aurora . . .


Little Boxes
by Malvina Reynolds

Listen to Little Boxes


Little boxes on the hillside, Little boxes made of tickytacky
Little boxes on the hillside, little boxes all the same
There's a green one and a pink one and a blue one and a yellow one
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.

And the people in the houses all went to the university
Where they were put in boxes and they came out all the same,
And there's doctors and there's lawyers, and business executives
And they're all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.

And they all play on the golf course and drink their martinis dry,
And they all have pretty children and the children go to school
And the children go to summer camp and then to the university
Where they are put in boxes and they come out all the same.

And the boys go into business and marry and raise a family
In boxes made of ticky tacky and they all look just the same.

(Okay, so maybe it IS better if you're on pain killers and staining lots of little boxes . . .)
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My Silent Frustrations

 

I have wanted – needed - to write in my journal for some time.  Each time I’ve tried, I end up staring at a blank screen.  The frustrations I want to express reveal too much about the “me” that’s known to the vanilla world.  It would be like Batman complaining about Bruce Wayne’s troubles (or in my case Batgirl complaining about Barbara Gordon’s difficulties).  When you write about your “mundane-self” in your journal, too much information can be a bad thing for your “secret identity”.

 

Generically speaking, most of my tensions are associated with work.  Don’t get me wrong – I really like my job.  I happen to be very good at what I do and I get a lot of personal satisfaction from doing it.  I’ve earned the respect of my peers and am something of an acknowledged “expert” in my field.  But my job can be pretty demanding and intense at times.  At the end of the long day I often feel like a World War I flying ace returning home exhausted yet victorious from another mission over France . . . and knowing that tomorrow it could be me spiraling down in flames.  Yeah, that’s how I feel.

 

My biggest complaint?  Lately, my job has really eaten into my time with Goddess – and that really sucks.

 

I seriously need a vacation.  No Disney World, skiing or cruise ship for me – I’d be happy with a few days alone with Goddess.  That would make a new gurl out of me!

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