Dechristo

It is now everyone's civil liberty here to do so since you offered

it's a self-image thing

still, it must be done... because it's there.

unlike Paris, Britney, and Lindsay, Madonna was wearing panties.

I've never found Madonna particularly attractive or sexy. I dig some of her jingles/pop tunes and some of her videos are great (especially the one Cunningham did for her), but I've never fantasized about gettin' it on with her. Which made last night's experience particularly perplexing: I was at a party where she was in attendance. There were a lot of the music industry glitterati there with entourages in tow. Intoxicants of all manner were available and flowing. I stayed off to the side, mostly, chit-chatting with that guy and that girl about the latest projects - generally, maintaining and building "the network" that helps to keep all musicians working. The party ebbed slightly and I took a seat on a couch in the auxillary hallway that lead from outside in the back of the house, where the main party was banging, to the interior of the house. I was seated for less than a minute when Madonna and 5-6 of her "friends" (staff/bodyguards) came through the doorway from the party proper and started to walk through the hallway. She stopped in front of me and turned to say something to her staff. When she finished whatever she had to say to them, she turned and sat on the couch I was on; she looked frustrated. I turned from looking at her to face her group; half were talking on cellphones, two were eyeing artwork on the wall, one was looking back out to the party. When I turned to look at Madonna again, she looked up and turned to face me. We smiled a greeting at one another and started to make small-talk about life, music, ...the usual. We started to hit it off. She broke from our conversation long enough to get the attention of her entourage and wave them off, after which, they soon departed. It wasn't long before we were cuddling and kissing. Without going into all the details of the moves and escalation of passion, we ended up getting it on right there on the couch. so, what does this dream mean?

Famous Amos stayed in the spotlight for awhile due to his cookie(s).

nice work, E. you gonna do a fridge or an ice box? and what of the sound system? Did you embed wiring for dat and mebbee a sat dish on da roof?

Oly, Arch, Cobra Commander, DFA, ...it's a long list.

nice Peter Gabrielesque soundtrack

one of the bands I gig with does "The Man Who Sold the World". great tune

I guess it's more like watching a kid who somehow got his mom's car going down the street and is careening through traffic while other cars' horns blare, vehicles are side-swiped, and bystanders look on in amazement. All the while, the kid has a huge smile on his face, thinks he's driving better anyone else, flips-off everyone who tells him to slow down and stop, and is oblivious to his ineptitude in driving. I guess it's morbid curiousity: you know the kid is gonna wreck, what remains to be seen is the severity.

it's more like watching to see if a toddler is gonna pick up a dog turd and stick it in his mouth again, or if he learned his lesson from the last time he did it.

Charlie! Light a match!!!

big fuckin' surprise there

that's cause Euro gear ain't packed chock full o' Freeedom like our gear is!

that's what I said

a pipette

they got a report Dunkin' Donuts was puttin' out the trays of day-olds.

she's a beauty

better get a plumber

actually, there's some pretty good skiing, relative to the Midwest, up north near Traverse. I'm trying to remember..., Boyne and Schuss come to mind. They get quite a bit of natural snow, in part, due to lake effect from Lake Michigan. There are other areas a lot worse off:

There's an entire housing development just south of there built by johnny-come-lately trustafarian fuckers who'll waste their money on any pie-in-the-sky technology with the same eco-warrior mindset:

They've got little on us Yanks anymore for quality and variety.

Go away, kid, ya bother me

CBS, I'm not intentional in my intended intentional tendencies to piss you off, but... This one was heard from the the stage at a jazz club in the Village: The definition of optimism: A trombone-player with a beeper.