Pillow Talk
Apr09
I’ve been in a situation where a lover was constrained by a savage NDA. Human curiosity is a bitch.
Good dialogue in the comments yesterday. Again, this shit bears watching. Seriously. This isn’t media madness – this is the worst outbreak ever, of a virus that could conceivably turn into a real pandemic. Keep your powder dry, etc.
Feeling awfully punk.
Does it bear watching? Yes.
But unless they come out and say that Ebola’s picked up even a limited airborne transferability vector, or that the incubation period has lengthened to allow carriers to infect others during a relatively asymptomatic period, I’ll worry more about Ebola Reston and the fact that it’s more or less been running rampant and popping up since 1990, *has* demonstrated airborne transmission characteristics, and recently was found to be able to make the jump from pigs to humans…thankfully it’s still apparently ‘harmless’ to humans.
These animals were separated by 40′ horizontal distance and were not in direct line of sight- They were around a corner from each other.
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/sciencetech/article-2233956/Could-Ebola-airborne-New-research-shows-lethal-virus-spread-pigs-monkeys-contact.html
Well that’s just unsettlin’. /JayneCobb
“Do you like cats? Do you like guns?” Uh, what?
This fucking comic… One random business card at Aggiecon, and I now feel like a horrible person for not buying any merch while I was at the booth. As soon as I figure out what my sister’s preferred size is, I’m ordering two “Freak Out” shirts, one for her and one for me.
I salute you, Mr. Grant, and all who stand with you. You fight the good fight, for art, for our way of life, and for Texas!
Thanks!
I’m not really “ffghting a fight,” per se. Just trying to educate people and also show them that yes, not every gun owner is a hardcore right-wing hillbilly. And just to set expectations – in case the archives haven’t made it plain, I take the piss out of both sides of the political spectrum.
Asshat is my favorite swearword, In both English and Swedish.
The Swedish one is Rövhatt (Roewhatt kinda…)
It used to be mine, but has now been supplanted by cockwomble. Still, it is so very apt in many situations.
Knob-goblin? Or the Briticism buggerlugs. . .
Oh, buggerlugs. Haven’t heard that in ages- used to be one of my father’s favorite names for the cat.
The last few days my swear-words have been ball-related: balls!, shit-balls, fuckballs, dickballs. Dunno why.
My wife’s long-standing favorite is dickmonkey.
I really don’t see the need for all the swearing. Once you’ve told someone he’s a worthless waste of space and oxygen, a smear on the reputation of the entire species, a stain in the armpit of humanity, a festering sore in his parents’ conscience, a prime candidate for post-term abortion, listed on the estate agents’ computer as a feature of the neighbourhood never to mention to potential buyers, decreasing the net immigration rate just by being here, the worst thing to happen to you so far this week for the ninth week running, boring you senseless, foetid in ways mere sewage cannot aspire to be, unworthy of comparison to plague rats, so unpleasant a life companion that his house is trying to move out, utterly incompetent in all significant ways and entirely devoid of redeeming features, adding “tosser” to the end seems superfluous. You could call him a career politician, but that’s just going too far.
Fucktard replaced Asshat for me a bit ago. Slowly but surely even fucktard is beginning to be fall out of favor in light of the wonderful phrase “Irredeemable Fuckwit” And then thanks to Archer TV Show “Why don’t you just shut your cockholster” lol… ohh that show is so wrong…
I have a wide and astonishing list of profanity I use on a regular basis as one blog’s resident “First Amendment Violence” perfromance artist…
“cuntflake” would have to be the worst I’ve used…
I find myself using “dipshidiot” as my default go-to…
True story. A few years ago, we had an African (half-Belgian / half-Gambian) intern in our department at work. I hadn’t met him yet, but knew he was around. So, I’m working on a fax machine, and it bites me. Bad enough that my usual response would’ve been “еб твою мать!”. Except this Russian-speaking gal from International is over by the helpdesk. So, I yell “Toufi!”. From behind me, the new guy says, “Where did you learn to cuss in Lingala?”. Turned out, same place he did. We’d gone to the American School of Kinshasa, 25 years apart.
Ummmm… Dex, when were you there?
My father taught there 81-84…..
I love pillow talk and cajoling! Except when it involves my lover discovering a new tickle spot right after sex and won’t stop messing with it. I always hope they are too exhausted to do anything, but laughing at my expense it seems doesn’t require much energy ha ha ha ha.
My wife got me the Freak Out t-shirt for my birthday. I wore it all day, and forgot all about it at the family restaurant later… I was looking at the dessert board, when I heard one soccer mom tell a friend (in a rather loud whisper) “It says ‘Break Shit!'” I got pumpkin pie.
I sometimes forget I’m wearing mine, and go shopping in it. The dirty looks from soccer moms….
Speaking of 2 lumps, it’s 8pm EDT, and it hasn’t updated yet.
I’ma hafta get me one and wear it around. My usual places have become jaded to my “I’m looking for love / it owes me money” tee.
Seriously, your medical paranoia is 1) SERIOUSLY under-educated, and 2) Pointed in all the wrong directions. You REALLY don’t understand what makes serious epidemiologists sweat. And frankly, from the tenor of your comments, that’s just as well – you are REALLY not ready for the truth.
NDAs. Heh. My wife and I both used to work in highly secured portions of the Nav. “How was your day” got answered by “What’s your Need-to-Know?” more than a few times.