Just One Bite is back up!
I guess my mental powers are greater than even I thought.
I had this post all ready to go about how the author of J1B is having such a time finding the right person, unfortunately I fell asleep before I could get it down on my Mr. Memo recorder which was doubly bad given that I was driving at the time. I shouldn’t worry too much, I drive better asleep than awake.
I did not, I repeat, did not break JustOneBite. It seems that there are a whole set of sites that are down at the moment, including Tenth Muse. I am not sure what is going on at the moment, but I can be reasonably sure that it is a temporary disruption.
Check back at the two sites in a couple of hours… the problems are usually solved promptly.
I was watching What Not To Wear the other night and I noticed something that had been nagging the previous week… Stacy London looks different. Yes, I know her hair is different, but something else was different about Stacy.
She looks healthier, fully, more curvy, her hair has more body, she positively glows….. Oh My God, Stacy’s pregnant!
Before you guys panic, no, I do not know if she is pregnant or not… she just looks like she is in the first trimester of pregnancy.
Or she could be getting married… that is if she and her fiancée have not tied the knot already.
Yes, I think Stacy is one hot brunette. And damn didn’t she look good in that blue dress Sunday night!
Two quick items of news…
First, I am an idiot! I forgot someone’s birthday! I am soo sorry Tracy!
Second, Saturday was Tracy’s birthday. Happy Birthday Tracy! Please go wish Tracy a Belated Happy Birthday.
No, three quick items of news…
Tracy has moved her blog to Blogger. She can now be found at Nothing To Say. Please bring some fresh fruit and a bundt cake for her blog warming party.
No, four quick items of news….
I’m not wearing any pants!
1) Do you remember your first kiss?
Yes, I can even remember her perfume. I suppose we are talking about a “real” kiss as in with a boy/girl that you like.
2) How old were you when you had your first kiss?
13. I know that is kinda old, but I was old fashioned at the time.
3) Where did your first kiss occur?
In the young ladies closet. She called me into her room and grabbed me as I walked by her closet. There is no telling how long we would have stayed in there kissing had it not been for her mother calling her. That closet had some great memories in it, especially a few years later.
4) Where do you think is the most romantic place to exchange a kiss? (locations, not body parts)
On a sunset beach. Funny thing is I’m not much of a beach person.
5) What type of kisser are you? (peck, smooch, French, sloppy, etc.)
Depends on the mood. Usually I’m a smoocher, but I will get into the French whenever I can.
Kiss the girls and make them Friday Five.
I could use some of his super ability to fight off infections and virii right now. Why does summer flu have to be so… so… so freakin’ hard on a body. Sneezin’ and wheezin’ the calliope crashed to the ground.
Yes, I know “Blinded By The Light” is a song about illegal drag racing and sex. Don’t believe me? Here are the original lyrics as written by Bruce Springsteen (yes, Bruce wrote it)…
Madman drummers bummers and Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder feelin’ kinda older I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasing sneezing and wheezing the calliope crashed to the ground
Some all-hot half-shot was headin’ for the hot spot snappin’ his fingers clappin’ his hands
And some fleshpot mascot was tied into a lover’s knot with a whatnot in her hand
And now young Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot forget-menot whispers daddy’s within earshot save the buckshot turn up the band
And she was blinded by the light. Cut loose like a deuce
Another runner in the night. Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tight, but she’ll make it alright
Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher from the east
He says: “Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in its funny bone, that’s where they expect it least”
And some new-mown chaperone was standin’ in the corner all alone watchin’ the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin’ with his frozen zone to remind him of the feeling of romance
Yeah he was blinded by the light. Cut loose like a deuce
Another runner in the night. Blinded by the light
He got down but she never got tight, but he’s gonna make it tonight
Some silicone sister with her manager’s mister told me I got what it takes
She said I’ll turn you on sonny to something strong if you play that song with the funky break
And go-cart Mozart was checkin’ out the weather chart to see if it was safe to go outside
And little Early-Pearly came in by her curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride
Oh, some hazard from Harvard was skunked on beer playin’ backyard bombardier
Yes and Scotland Yard was trying hard, they sent a dude with a calling card,
he said, do what you like, but don’t do it here
Well I jumped up, spit in the air, fell on the ground, asked wich was the way back home
He said take a right at the light, keep going straight until right, and then boy you’re on your own
And now in Zanzibar a shootin’ star was ridin’ in a side car hummin’ a lunar tune
Yes, and the avatar said blow the bar but first remove the cookie jar, we’re gonna teach those boys to laugh too soon
And some kidnapped handicap was complaining that he caught the clap from some mousetrap he bought last night
Well I unsnapped his skull cap and between his ears I saw a gap but he’d figured he’d be all right
He was just blinded by the light. Cut loose like a deuce
Another runner in the night. Blinded by the light
Mama always told me not to look into the sights of the sun
Oh but mama that’s where the fun is
Now Manfred Mann’s version…
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Madman drummers bummers,
Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his
at
With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin’ kinda older,
I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasin’, sneezin’ and wheezin,
the calliope crashed to the ground
The calliope crashed to the ground
But she was…
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Some silicone sister with a manager mister told me I go what it takes
She said “I’ll turn you on sonny to something strong,
play the song with the funky break”
And go-cart Mozart was checkin’ out the weather chart to see if it
as safe outside
And little Early-Pearly came by in his curly-wurly and asked me if I
needed a ride
Asked me if I needed a ride
But she was…
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tired
She’s gonna make it through the night
She’s gonna make it through the night
But mama, that’s where the fun is
But mama, that’s where the fun is
Mama always told me not to look into the eye’s of the sun
But mama, that’s where the fun is
Some brimstone baritone anticyclone rolling stone preacher from the past
Says, “Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in it’s funny bone,
that’s where they expect it least”
And some new-mown chaperone was standin’ in the corner,
watching the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown moonstone was messin’ with his frozen zone, reminding him of romance
The calliope crashed to the ground
But she was…
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
Madman drummers bummers, Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a boulder on my shoulder, feelin’ kinda older,
I tripped the merry-go-round
With this very unpleasin’, sneezin’ and wheezin,
the calliope crashed to the ground
Now Scott with a slingshot finially found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot forget-me-not said daddy’s within earshot save the buckshot, turn up the band
Some silicone sister with a manager mister told me I go what it takes
She said “I’ll turn you on sonny to something strong”
It’s called creative license… but it is still about drag racing and sex.
For each question, pick one of the options & say why you made your choice. Feel free to waffle between the two choices, or to not choose either.
1. Would you rather earn more money or have more time off?
Right now with the desperate need for an inflow of cash not just for me but for others in this trying time I lean more toward earning more money, though I really wish I had both so that I could spend more time with the wife and kids.
2. Which is more important, the ends or the means?
The means. How you get to the end can mar the whole point of the desired result.
3. How are our personalities formed, by nature or through nurture?
By both. I can go on for hours about the nature/nurture thing. I believe that some things are a result of our genetic structure and environment as well as how we are raised, but that we also have the power to change ourselves at any time. The responsibility ultimately lies within ourselves.
4. Who do you feel closer to, your mother or your father?
My mother. I have been on a rocky relationship with my father since the beginning. I have never quite lived up to his expectations in most of the things he sees as important. My mother inspired me to be more than I am and to rise above the racism and cruelty that was around me. Though my relationship with my father is better now than it has been, I don’t think we will ever reach a good relationship.
5. Why do you answer these silly questions, out of boredom or out of love of introspection?
Out of the introspection that not only I share with my readers but also the revelations I find out about myself. Sometimes it take questions outside of yourself to find the real person inside.
Celebrate the 4th with the Friday Five.
I did promise a few of my lady readers that I would post more boxer pictures. I hope these meet with approval…..
And for the lovers of women with the most beautiful eyes…..
Yes, she just mesmerizes me every time I see that picture.
You mean to tell me that she has boobies too! I never noticed.
What is so scary is that it is true….
20 Questions to a Better Personality
You are an SEDF–Sober Emotional Destructive Follower. This makes you an evil genius. You are extremely focused and difficult to distract from your tasks. With luck, you have learned to channel your energies into improving your intellect, rather than destroying the weak and unsuspecting.
Your friends may find you remote and a hard nut to crack. Few of your peers know you very well–even those you have known a long time–because you have expert control of the face you put forth to the world. You prefer to observe, calculate, discern and decide. Your decisions are final, and your desire to be right is impenetrable.
You are not to be messed with. You may explode.
So you puny humans… beware of my awesome mind power! I will crush you like the bugs you are!
Or not.
Thanks S, you da bomb.
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