Friday ketchup
 

So I get my internet access back to find that the FB is all about death, sex, sewage, and kayaking jokes. As usual, that is.

As for the hurricane, we were really lucky -- 12 hour interruption in cable service is the worst that happened. No trees down on our block (but lots of branches), no roof or basement leaks, no property damage at all, no power loss, no water safety issues. In light of the problems throughout the region, the number of old growth trees on my street, and the overall ricketiness of my old house, this is remarkable.

So I have a lot to be happy about, but the death discussion is making me incredibly sad. My mother died the day after a hurricane, so that the discussion is taking place today is particularly eerie. All I can add to the very thoughtful advice that has already been posted is that if you do confirm that his mother did in fact die, be very sure to acknowledge it, even if he is not a terribly close acquaintance. I remember being deeply hurt that not one person from a group of friends that I met through my college roommate even bothered to send a note. Although I was not very close to them -- we really just partied together -- they had been to party at my house and had met my mother just a few months previously, and they knew that she had been ill for a long time.

Now, to bring the conversation back where it belongs, I did fuck one of the guys in the group, and he was great looking, with a huge, beautiful cock, but not the best lay of my life by a long shot. (That title is reserved for the short, swarthy, average-dicked Ivy Leaguer with the big vocabulary. He was MOT, by the way, and I just want to say that in my personal experience, the Jewish guys have been the best in bed.)

My mother is now turning in her grave -- she loved my irreverence, but really hated foul language.

I M MOTIVATED
 

Geez, I am really happy now. I finally got an expense reimbursement check where they didn't deduct "in room movies."

At this hotel, I chose the 21.99 for 24 hour option and instead of saying "In-room movies" on the bill (none of them say "Nothing but teen-nymph facials" or "Love, American Bukkake Style" anymore) it said "Guest Services"

ACLster?
 

My ass is on the sofa awaiting the arrival of the OM so we can head down. Being able to hear it from my house hurts me far more than it hurts you.

And for the ACL-impaired Bilmore, it is the Austin City Limits Music Festival.

Edited to add: right now, Cody ChesnuTT. Overall, there are some great acts. For example, this afternoon is Charlie Hunter (at 4 pm), followed by Galactic (at 5).

It's very Austin-y music. About 130 bands, lots of singer songwriters, plus some of my faves like Karl Denson's Tiny Universe, Soulive, Los Lobos, the Rev. Al Green, etc. And then some shows I really want to see like Jack Johnson and Ben Harper.

Friday ketchup
 

Hey. Hot pictures. Don't forget the hot pics.

nfh personal k
 

What is wrong with you?
Why do you keep saying that?

Friday ketchup
 

That's the sex part. At least in my mind.

Friday ketchup
 

OK then.

nfh personal k
 

He's obsessed with gay men?

NTTAWWT

in elaine voice: GET OUT!
 

Did you really? I thought she was fantastic. And I never gave her any credit as an actress. (Maybe it was my low expectations that made me think she was good.) She always plays such cutesy types (Meg Ryan syndrome).

Can you tell me what you didn't like about her performance?

TM

nfh personal k
 

Same question I asked Stick Shifter. Why?

nfh personal k
 

I do need a haircut.

in elaine voice: GET OUT!
 

It was a little over the top. It looked forced in all scenes. She never really looked like she was turned on by Billy Bob (not that I blame her) and the sex scene was meh. Due to the fact the she never really seems at all attracted to him.
Maybe it was the directors fault - mostly it was just the over acting.

nfh personal k
 

And an attitude adjustment, young man.

Friday ketchup
 

Noted. No "yo mama" jokes for you.
















How's your sister's health?

TM

ACLster?
 

Ben's playing well this time around. Spends some time in the chair, some time standing up, and a little bit of wandering around while other people play. He's got a good Marvin Gaye bit in the middle of the set.

But Jack Johnson is about as interesting as watching flies fuck. He and his band seem like nice guys, but have all the personality of a pile of lumber. Add to that the fact that every JJ song has exactly the same chord progression and that the guy is physically incapable of singing in anything but that sort of lazy just-about-to-fall-asleep tone of voice, and you're in for one dull 90 minutes. Bring a good book or your Travel Scrabble or something to kill time 'til Ben.