Nov 30, 2009
Nov 28, 2009
Nov 25, 2009
Nov 24, 2009
New Book
Despite the spectacular failure of my last book, Freedom is Slavery, I'm ready to try again. I've collected everything I've written since then, had it all proofread, and am just about ready to collect it into another volume of pornography (not erotica).
Now my two biggest challenges are finding cover art and a title for this slim, dirty book. I'm open to suggestions and/or royalty-free pictures. I may be working with the lovely Ms. Elle again for the cover but she's been pretty darned busy.
In the meantime, I'm going to keep working on a title (suggestions welcome!) and layout. Wish me luck!
Nov 23, 2009
My Greatest Defeat
I don't know why but this has been on my mind quite a bit lately; my greatest defeat.
I used to vacation once a year in the Upper Peninsula of Michigan. It was a guy's weekend where my closest pal and I, usually accompanied by at least one or two other dudes, would go for a few days of beer drinking, campfires, music, laser tag, and other assorted shenanigans. We had a few staple destinations on these trips such as the local five & dime where time seemed to stop in 1988. It was a great place to buy A-Team paraphernalia and other weird crap. We would almost always go to "Devil's Slide" too.
Devil's Slide is a former logging zone where the loggers would let logs slide down the side of a cliff into the waiting Lake Superior below. After thousands of logs, the earth wore away into a sandy ravine pitched at a dangerous angle. Years later the "fun" came from people running down the slide and then trudging back up.
The few times I did this I felt like my heart was going to pound out of my chest -- not on the way down but on the arduous trek back up.
In 1997 I became a changed man. I lost over a hundred pounds; shed a lot of my self-doubt and hang-ups. I worked out a few times a week and somewhere in the back of my mind Devil's Slide loomed as a symbol for me to conquer. Every time I went down Devil's Slide my friends would be waiting for me at the top for a half hour or longer, having scaled the heights in a fraction of the time it took for me to get my fat ass back up the incline.
No more, I said. The next time will be different!
My new lean frame did me well going down Devil's Slide, running like a wild man as gravity pulled me down towards the icy Lake Superior. I could hardly wait to prove myself, turning around almost immediately and sprinting back up.
My sprint quickly turned into a brisk walk and soon after that a crawl. Despite all of my hopes, I fell victim to Devil's Slide once again. My companions zoomed up the cliff side, leaving me to pant and struggle my way up, as slow as ever.
Once I finally made it topside I collapsed in a heap, feeling like I had just gone five rounds with my inner demons and the demons won.
I was never the same after that.
Nov 19, 2009
Nov 16, 2009
Nov 13, 2009
Felicity - How Happy She Made Me
This movie really put the zap on my head when I was a horny young man (vs. the horny old man, I am now). This was one of my favorite flicks to tape off of "Skinemax" in the wee hours when timed VHS programming was an impossible task for my parents.
As the one promo says, Felicity was a "cheeky" coming of age story from Australia. I recently got the DVD release and am very curious to see if it still packs a punch after all these years.
Nov 12, 2009
Nov 10, 2009
At Times I Can Be A "Dude"
Picked up the first issue of Maxim magazine that I had in years the other day when I saw this cover.