Day 66: Cleanin' up the sty...

It started with me putting away all of my clean laundry. No intentions of any massive undertaking at all. All I had to do was put away socks in a box under the bed and shirts in the closet.

Opening the closet and keeping my eyes open did me in. "Out of sight, out of mind," really applies here.

*sigh*

Usually, I'd just whip the closet door open and throw stuff in with little regard to how it fell. Getting stuff out of the closet isn't much different. It's amazing when you end wearing a too tight t-shirt or gaudy colored shirt because you have no desire to go back in there. Getting in there is tantamount to a deep Earth, archaeological expedition complete with a rope around the waste and a hard hat with attached lamp. That's how I feel anyway.

Looking into one of the few unclean elements of my room, I was overwhelmed and far too irritated to let it go on any longer. With reckless abandon I began digging in the way same a dog digs into the yard to bury a bone. For several minutes, I was bent over and shoveling stuff - clothing, unused backpacks and other items - between my legs just letting it fall wherever it might fall behind. Deeper I went in after the apparel was moved and started grabbing boxes to move. A couple games and all sorts of other stuff. Then I cleaned off the closet shelf of junk that no longer needs to be there.

I organized it all and even prepared several boxes and bags of stuff for a better home. Packed up all the pants and shirts (the ones my tubby ass no longer fits, but refuses to get rid of) and stacked them on the shelf. All in all, the closet now looks pretty damn snazzy.

So into the task and accompanying music of Johnny Cash (good cleaning tunes), I forgot to get any pics until half the mess (or more) had been cleaned up. Insanity really. Just made me laugh at one point that I only wanted to put laundry away, and ended up with a three hour task.

Day 65: Lame Snow....

Went to the Ann Arbor Comedy Club with a couple friends the other day and wouldn't you know I left my camera in the car? What a dumbass I am.

Oh well....this is a lame shot. Last minute and a few minutes before I hit the road home. Roads were treacherous and I took it very slow on the gas pedal. Made it home okay, so no major complaints.

I want to rant about how badly I want summer, but creative motivation escapes me today. Maybe tomorrow morning....

Day 64: WIll the next Hottie come on down?!?!

Many people are aware of my love of the "Price is Right." It's not really that I am so enamored with the show at all, and even when it's on my attention isn't really focused on it at all. Instead I keep my focus on my 'puter - the interwebz in general - occasionally looking up when guests are called down. If the guest is a hottie, my attention will shift focus to the hottie's parts on the show.

I'm not sure how I feel about her name, "Pretty," but at least it's descriptive. She certainly was a very beautiful girl, and she didn't bet $1 over another person's bid in order to get her way onstage, which increases her desirability. She didn't go to the Showcase Showdown, but oh well. Just making the show is cool in it's own right, plus you get free shit no matter. Plus, from the looks of the movements of her curves, I doubt she was wearing a boulder holder; further supported by the lack of visible bra straps.

While in Chicago, a friend made the comment that if I get together with a girl, she had better be able to tolerate my eye for the ladies. Further explanation was that even if I'm not unfaithful, I have a tendency to appreciate looking at lovely women, and this could be a problem to any potential Mrs Beau.

If I self analyze, I come to the conclusion it's because I don't have a girlfriend. Had I the girlfriend, I'd still probably be very aware of pretty girls (any guy saying they don't notice anymore is a liar, more often than not). Notice them, but not do anything that would be considered dishonest. To use the phrase, "I'll peruse the menu, but that doesn't mean I'll order anything."

I'm not even strongly attuned to any form of pornographic material. Sure, I have my SuicideGirls site, which features nude photography, but there's a great deal more to the site than just photos. Might be harder to understand when you're not part of it, but it's a guilty pleasure of mine. I've even benefited from the site's forums and groups. Most of my early Macbook education - outside of just playing with my Mac - came from the SG Mac Lover's group. Even developed a few friends from the site with whom I have regular correspondence.

Porn is largely a joke. Playboy? Only if someone else has it on hand, and I'm one of the few who will often read the articles. Any other mags are just sad. Pornographic videos? Pass. It all looks so fake, and the women look bored and pissed off in general. In the past I liked amateur/voyeur videos, but because they reminded me of my own exploits. Even my interest in those died when it clicked how sad it is that I'm taking any pleasure in watching others get down.

As mentioned before in a past blog (I think), I have a harder to define "type." Very generically, I like a pretty girl, but to say what makes her pretty is hard to pin down. An easy on the eyes face is always good, but there are plenty of pretty girls that have shitty attitudes or other flaws that I can't abide. Some girls are pretty, but there is no real chemistry between us, so it's a no-go.

The physical body really doesn't mean anything to me. Sure, some girls look good in a bikini, but it's not a big deal. From a visual point of view, I like athletic girls, but I think this is in part because I would like to be with someone who would serve as motivation, and a partner with whom I could share a good run every now and then.

Style of dress is an oddball topic. It's easier to say what I don't like. Sweatpants in public is a big no-no (unless you're working out). High heels really don't do it for me at all; give me a pair of chucks in a dress and I like it. Too fancy & coordinated of dressers bother me; as in when the girl really pays attention to fashion magazines and what is on the rack at Prada, Armani, Gucci and so on. Don't get me wrong, the stuff is nice, but let me be honest, and I like nice clothes, but the girls who dress like this have a very apparent superficial quality; in my eyes they do.

Give me a girl in a cute sundress, pair of Chuck Taylor's or girl in nice jeans with nice sweater or a girl in jeans, bad ass boots, and black tank top. Flannels on girls? LOVE IT! Wearing punk clothing? LOVE IT! A loose shirt baring a shoulder (like pic above) drives me wild, because it makes me think of the 80's, thus: LOVE IT!

Wow.....this is longer than I anticipated it would be. I'll sign off for now....

Day 63: Does the Pope Shit in the Woods?

Maybe it's just a guy thing. Perhaps it's more than just a guy thing, however, and it's the ruminations of a guy who likes to drop loads that inspired this photo to be taken.

Very simply, the expulsion of feces from our bodies is a mechanical process; the result of food breakdown and the selective absorption of nutrients being excreted via our bungholes (future task: look up the etymology of "bunghole").

Sounds very technical and normal, doesn't it? It's so much more than that however....

Shitting often is the break we need in a tedious and painful work day. It allows us to catch up on texts and voicemails. It provides us with a gem of time in which to read (or write) a book (consider mercy flushing); which to that end they even have a line of books called "Uncle John's Bathroom Readers." I do some good video gaming (via my DS) on the can. Hell, I've even Facebooked on my Macbook...on the can!

Talking on the phone is something that is sometimes done, though not as often. Pooping is a private thing, and I need time and quiet. You also have to worry about wiping when having a phone conversation on the john, but thank God for bluetooth headsets/speakerphones. Though another problem is presented by the inevitable flush, assuming you want your shitting to remain a secret.

Also to be shared at this time, my favorite places to shit:
- I love dropping the kiddies off at the pool at JCC's Potter Center second floor restrooms. Insanely quiet, undisturbed and very little traffic. I've studied in that bathroom before.
- JCC's second floor library restrooms for similar reason.
- The hotel bathrooms of the Tremont Chicago, The Mövenpick in Rome, and the Hyatt Regency in Columbus, Ohio.

Some of the best shits in my life have been at these places, however, situation has to be considered as well.

While still in boyscouts, I went on a backpacking trip down along the Smokey mountains and throughout the whole trip it was shitty against a tree when ya' needed to drop some fertilizer. A similar trip to Canada - canoeing instead of backpacking - had the same pattern of needing a more rugged method for dooking. Had to be careful in those situations that you didn't attract unnecessary attention and made sure you buried it in an area a bit off the beaten paths.

Coming out of the woods, in both cases I used an on site visitors center for bathroom purposes. Not the most comfortable toilets, nor the most clean, but those shits are often remembered and fondly thought of.

It could be said that a person remembers their most intensely satisfying shits in the same way they remember their best pieces of action. Not really the same, and often pooping has a negative, taboo connotation. I maintain that pooping has a more stress relieving effect than most other therapeutic tactics. Orgasmic release is more intense, but also has a greater margin for disappointment. Sad, but true.....not that I'd ever say my best shits were better than my best pieces of ass (funny that I say "ass" and I'm not an anal man).

And as a testament to my love of shitting, a love I know others share even if they deny it, often I find that it becomes a passionate conversation piece; serious even. Not always drawn out, like a topic on religion or politics, but it's funny how just about anyone can be dragged into a conversation concerning pooping.

Another day.....we'll talk about the infamous "j-hook."

Day 62: Are you friggin' serious?!

This chess set was made in Florence, Italy and could be anyone's....as long as they have the means/interest to fork over $10,500 for it.

Yes....it's pretty damn sick.

It was cool though. Highly detailed and modeled after the rival familes of the Medicis and the Pazzis. It was very cool, but for the price of over 10K? What in the hell?I could sell my car and not be in possession of a 1/4 of that amount.

Day 61: Chicago or NY Style? Hmmm......BOTH!

Had to take a bit of a break from the blog for a few days, though I took no break from thinking about it or taking photos with the project in mind. Still....

The epic battle....the age old question....good versus evil and all that horse shit....pales in comparison to the question of which is better: Chicago or NY style pizza?

Now, I'm a fan of thin crust pizza anyway, so NY style would probably win out, but I really loved the Pizza at Lou Malnati's. Like I told a few people, I fought the pizza and the pizza won. I figured that a paltry 6" personal deep dish wouldn't be quite enough, as I didn't have breakfast that morning, but I ate two pieces of the 9" of the pie set down infront of me. God it was so friggin' good.

Now....I have to work on that NY style pie.

Day 60: Beans and Cornbread....

First and foremost...you guess the film. It's really quite obvious, but I'll leave it alone for now, because I have something else I want to yak about.

"Beans and Cornbread".....should mean something to a great number of us. It's a gustatory delight for the fat kid in all of us, but it's a phrase that refers to so much more. If the first thing that comes to mind is Louis Jordan then you're a bit old or have old (but good) taste in music.

For shits and giggles:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fM9jT2eM6KQ

Correct if I'm wrong, but it was TBS that, in the past, would have an evening where they would show a particular movie, but during the commercials - and prior to the movie actually starting if I remember correctly - the two co-hosts would talk about the movie while preparing a particular dish/meal. It was a cool concept, really, stemming quite a bit of USA's "Up All Night," where either Gilbert Gottfriend or Rhonda "Made from the Best Stuff on Earth" Shear would throw around a little schtick and friendly banter.

What always made me smile the most, however, was as background music to the co-hosted segments of "Dinner and a Movie," was the tune "Beans and Cornbread" being sung in the background. I love this jingle so friggin' much that it used to work it's way into my melon all the time. My sister Bob and I even had a little shuffle that went a long with it. Funny times I tell ya'...funny times indeed.

During this movie, along with most other films, whenever I'd pause it to take a short break, I'd walk away from it with that tune in my head. The tune is as free flowing as that old' "Let's All Go To The Lobby" jingle from way back...Remember that one?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yXK2yyjerro

Nothing major, but it's a frequent thought in my head, and I wanted to let some of you in :)