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Saturday, September 23rd, 2006
8:22 pm	New cell, new number, new carrier I've upgraded to a big boy non-prepaid phone. Ooooo. The sleek and sexy motorola razr is my new weapon of choice, and carried courtesy of Cingular. The number is 713-213-2664. Or, as I just realized, 713-213-BONG. Now on to phase two, opening my own smoke shop. *smirks* ~Squirrel~ (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Sunday, September 10th, 2006
3:44 am	Third time's a charm... ...or at least so it appears to be when concerning me vis-a-vis the Houston scene. Went to my third play party tonight, and enjoyed myself immensely. The first two parties contained a whole lot of bugger-all. But I'm willing to write them off as good social efforts, especially considering I'm the new guy, and as such an unknown quantity. Happily, this third party, I got in face time *and* play time, including a couple firsts. Tonight I was needled (better term?), spanked, and stapled. The first and last were new to me, and the first especially is something I've been wanting to try for ages now. It was pretty easy, though I suspect the lady showed a bit of mercy, given that it was my first time. Still, I enjoyed it, and the stapling was different and kinda fun too. Now if only the parties here had my DC crowd's set of flexible rules regarding play, such as found in LR or DO, this would be pretty nifty. Well, niftier. (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, August 12th, 2006
11:16 pm	Since I didn't go to a play party that I could have gone to tonight... ...I'll instead fill you all in on what my night post-Astros game consisted of, at least in part. Also, I'll include some corroborating ramblings, because I've got the time, and after this next paragraph, you'll see why. *grins* So I stopped in at Starbucks tonight, on my way back from the baseball game. The cute girl working the counter compliments me on my amusing shirt. Wanting to return the compliment, and excited because this is the most offline female attention I've gotten in weeks, I smoothly tell her that she looks like a librarian hippie. I didn't mean to say librarian hippie, but that's what came out. Things like this convince me that it's my mouth's fault that I'm single. It's generally my mouth that gets me into trouble, I find. This one time I was having dinner at Outback with some friends, and I was flirting with the waitress, who seemed pretty receptive. So when she brings the check, I take a gamble and say "There's a problem with the check." She looks at me askance and asks what's wrong. I tell her that it doesn't have her phone number on it. If I'd stopped there, I'd have had her number. I really would. Unfortunately, my mouth continued after my mind stopped, and I ended up saying, "in case I want to call and complain about the service." Yes, I'm just that debonair. Because of things like this, I obviously don't have that active of a sex life, but I do have a webcam, so it evens out. I love my cam, because it always makes me feel sexy. Based on the number of indian men alone that keep on tuning in to it, I'm one sweet piece of ass. That kinda thing really boosts the confidence levels, I find. Anyway, I hope the rest of you had an evening involving better tonguework than mine did. *grins* I'm going to bed. Current Mood: amused (Comment on this)
Sunday, June 11th, 2006
12:18 pm	Off radar... ...is where I'll be for the next few weeks. Except for those of you who'll be seeing me in those weeks, of course. Anyway, I'm leaving in a few minutes for the driving, road-trip thing. D.C. folk, I'll be seeing you in a few days. If you need to reach me, my cell is 832-741-9307. Wish me luck, and see ya soon. ~L~ (Comment on this)
Monday, June 5th, 2006
6:38 am	Bragging. I'd just like to say that I saw Bauhaus and Nine Inch Nails in concert last night. And then I saw them again, later that night. Backstage. Because I had a pass. So neener neener neener. The moral of this story? Pretty stripper friends are useful for more than just eye candy, and make great concert buddies. Also, we met this fairly cool up-and-coming English rock band called Twin Method or somesuch. They're currently touring with Drowning Pool. They've got a MySpace profile, so go check 'em out. Not my kind of music, personally, but good enough for all that. Lastly, hearing "Closer", "Hurt", and "Head Like A Hole" live just, frankly, kicks ass. (Comment on this)
Thursday, June 1st, 2006
9:57 pm	So I'm signed up for LR... ...and this time without any inconvenient DUI things to inhibit my coming. Yay. In other news, I have a cell phone as well, the number being 832-741-9307. And lastly, I'm doing the large round o'driving this month, visiting DC, Pennsylvania, Jersey, and so on. So if you happen to want a visit, and have a preference as to when (not conflicting with LR), please let me know. Chances are that I'll stop by on your doorstep regardless, just to annoy you, so you might as well just pre-schedule it for all our conveniences. *grins* (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, May 25th, 2006
11:22 pm	New yahoo addy Right, so my old yahoo account went and fcked itself, and I'm tired of waiting for it to unfuck itself. So I've got a new yahoo name and profile. Feel like adding it? It's squirrelfurysparky. ~L~ (5 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, May 17th, 2006
10:30 pm	I'm baaaaaaaack. In Houston, that is. Looong flights. Happily, I unwound with some hot tub time and some homemade margaritas, which means I now feel refreshed enough to wander in search of a bar. And to think, I was worried that being a civilian would change my habits. *smirks* ~L~ (11 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, May 14th, 2006
1:44 am	Alright, I know I've said this before, and I hate sounding like a broken record...but damn it, I'm going to try and make LR this year, especially since I'm back in the country next week. I can't make the whole five-day thing...but I can try for three, at current rates. And if I don't make LR...there will be nothing, absolutely nothing, that will stop me from hitting up DO. If I have to ritualistically shave my body and sacrifice the hair to some relevant deity, I will make at least one of these two. I'd swear on my blood, but nobody wants that. Not even the Red Cross. Picky fuckers. *grins* (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, May 13th, 2006
10:06 am	So the movers came today, to pack up my stuff for shipping back to the States. Ten minutes, people. They were in and out in ten minutes. I wandered outside to have a cigarette afterward, and watched them load my stuff into a crate. One crate. The sum total physical representation of the past six-plus years of my life in the military is one crate. That's kind of a humbling thought. Not because of the amount of goods, never that. It just started me thinking about what would happen should I die, and that crate and its contents become all that's left of me. What a weak legacy to have left behind, the accumulated miscellany of six years in the military. There's nothing there, in that box, that will be remembered by anyone save myself in a year, much less a generation. An entirely humbling thought. And yet, on reflection it leaves me feeling pretty good. I'm done. Come next week, I'll be a civilian, back in the States. Free to fly or fall on my own, free to work on a legacy more lasting than any box could ever contain. Just...free. Gods, but I can't wait. The first night in Houston will involve me, a hot tub, a drink, and some happy decompression time. (4 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, January 10th, 2006
1:11 am	Suggestion for LR '06 Right, this might have aready been thought of, as y'all tend to be much better outside the box thinkers than me, but what about the following? Pimp My Ride. Premise is thus: people bring their favorite (human) rides to central gathering place, there to be pimped out with various accoutrements (glitter, plugs, whatever our perverted little hearts can conceive of) by celebrity-types (being defined here as any of the presenters, staff, et cetera). Audience could vote on the best results following completion. Could also be limited to the pony camp (if it's happening again this year), though personally I like the idea of it being broadened to all. Also, it could be done so people pimp their own ride/human/pony, with a panel of judges making the decision on the best. Awards/prizes to be determined by staff. Whatch'all think? I feel it's pretty today-relevant, half-clever, and offers easy potential for amusement...but then I'm biased, since it's my idea. Just a thought. *mwah* ~L~ (1 Comment |Comment on this)
1:01 am	Last Call... ...for souveniers. With my time winding down, and my tax refund imminent, I'm issuing my last call for souvenier requests from Okinawa. Anything from shot glasses to tentacle porn, you name it, I'll try and hunt it down and deliver it to ya when I get back, absolutely free and gratis. Let me know! Also, thanks for the suggestions on the road trip. *grins* Now, what would it take to entice you people to take some vacation time and join me, eh? We could switch road trip to road caravan. ~L~ (10 Comments |Comment on this)
Sunday, January 8th, 2006
10:25 pm	The Exotic Lover 40% partner focus, 38% aggressiveness, 60% adventurousness Based on the results of this test, it is highly likely that: You prefer your romance and love to wild and daring rather than typical or boring, you would rather be pursued than do the pursuing and, when it comes to physical love, you concentrate more on enjoying the experience rather than worrying about your performance. This places you in the Lover Style of: The Exotic Lover. The Exotic Lover is a wonderful Lover Style, and conjures images of the exotic, romantic hero out of a romance novel, or perhaps a slightly dangerous and deadly sexy femme fatale from a noir mystery. The Exotic Lover loves pleasure and is a treasure to date, though it can be difficult to do so because they sometimes tend to be mysterious and reluctant to commit. In terms of physical love, the Exotic Lover can be quite surprising, as they are often more exciting and adventurous than predicted. Given a little freedom, and the right lover, the Exotic Lover can be a delight in bed. Best Compatibility can probably be found with: The Liberated Lover (most of all) or the Devoted Lover, or the Romantic Lover. Congratulations! If you enjoyed this test, I would love the feedback! Also, you might want to check out some of my other tests if you're interested in the following: Nerds, Geeks & Dorks Professional Wrestling Buffy the Vampire Slayer America/Politics Thanks Again! -- THE LOVER STYLE PROFILE TEST My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 10% on partner focus You scored higher than 18% on aggressiveness You scored higher than 53% on adventurousness Link: The Lover Style Profile Test written by donathos on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test (Comment on this)
10:15 pm	Road trip! Alright, so I'm out of the military in about six months, maybe less with terminal leave. I'll be back in the States for the first time in two years, and completely free of the military and its restrictions for the first time in six and a half. What I want to do is just take a road trip, maybe two to three weeks of driving and sightseeing before getting into the civilian grind. What I'm asking of y'all is: what is there to do? I don't have a clue about what I'd like to do, or where to go, on this trip. Suggestions? Recommendations? Places to actively avoid? Please, let your fertile minds give me a hand in deciding on some courses. Thanks! (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Tuesday, December 27th, 2005
9:50 pm	"Poopdeck-mounted barrel cannon" makes me giggle... ...especially when I use it twice in an e-mail as a euphimism for cock, and doubly especially when it goes out to the twenty or so people on my pagan circle e-mail list, of which I'm the weekly newsletter guy for. I cite the folowing passage from said e-mail as an example: "5) No weapons. This year, I resolve to never refer to myself as a "sexual WMD", my naughty bits as "a poopdeck-mounted barrel cannon with a pair of depth charges", or to my scrawny, scrawny little arms as "air rifles more than guns, but aim them right and they've still got stopping power". 6) Respect the space we're using. This year I resolve to personally poopdeck-mounted barrel cannon-slap anyone whom I have to pick up a cigarette butt after. Your habit, your cancer, your mess. Clean it." I continually amuse myself. That's all I'm saying. Also, belated Merry Xmas, Happy Solstice, Merry Yule, Happy Hannukah, et cetera ad nauseum. Hope you got what y'all wanted more than what ya deserved. *grins* Look forward to hearing some good stories regarding New Year's Eve. fondest, ~me~ Current Mood: amused (Comment on this)
Thursday, December 8th, 2005
5:26 pm	My space... ...over on MySpace. Any of you crazy kids on that site? Here's the appropriate link if ya are and want to add me. http://www.myspace.com/17773386 (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, November 30th, 2005
11:37 pm	So I'm a little scared... ...okay, well maybe a lot scared. I have just seven months and a bit before I'm out of the military, and I feel woefully unprepared and wholly inadequate to take the leap into a no-parent, no-safety net civilian life. Melodramatic as this sounds, I feel like the future is a sword of Damocles just hanging there over my head. I'm lost, I really am. I don't know where to begin to start putting my post-military life together. I'm excited and nervous and frightened and hopeful and conflicted about this whole bloody thing, and it's still more than half a year away! Bugger, but this is making me a whiny little bitch, isn't it? I know once I get started, I'll find my rhythm and adjust. I always do. But I have no clue how, where, or when to start. I want to go to school, get a degree in journalism and/or public relations. If I go full-time, that'll take several years, cost ungodly amounts of money, and will require a night job. I don't really enjoy what I'm doing now, but I could do it in DC if need be. It'd be a daytime job though, meaning I'd have to take night classes, which would drag out getting my degree even longer. I can't be really competitive without a degree, and the only thing really going for me even with what I'm trained to do is the fact I've done it for six-ish years, and can bullshit what I don't know long enough to learn it. Bah. To paraphrase this whole useless rant: I'm feeling really fucking overwhelmed. /out after-post edit: Gods, after reading this, could I sound more uselessly needy and co-dependent? Jesus, someone give me a security blanket and some apron strings to be tied to. *disgusted sigh* Current Mood: stressed (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, November 25th, 2005
9:15 pm	Happy belated Thanksgiving... ...you magnificent bastards! ~L~ Current Mood: complacent (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, November 18th, 2005
11:21 am	Links to amuse... Alright, so at work I spend most of my time avoiding work. Helping me in this noble cause are several amusing sites on the net, which I'll share here. Try 'em out, enjoy 'em, and may the unproductivity be with you. The Kingdom of Loathing - An amusing, daily-refreshed internet RPG. Be one of six character classes, like the moxious Accordian Thief or the mystical Pastamancer. Fight off ninja snowmen, visit the Penultimate Fantasy Airship, and ultimately make your way to the lair of the Naughty Sorceress for a showdown. Then, when you've beat her, do it all again as your own ancestor! Oooooo. Friendly Hostility - A great webcomic by K. Sandra Fuhr, following the lives of Collin and Fox, two college guys of asexual and ubersexual orientation. Plans for conquest of a small third-world country, evil hats, and modern weopans of war converted into toasters! Boy Meets Boy - Another amazingly good webcomic from K. Sandra Fuhr, chronicling the lives of Mikhail Rasputin and Harley Goldman, a gay male couple who's landlord is the daughter of Satan and a lawyer from Jersey. Amusing as all hell! Since the comic is no longer being written, I've linked to the first one and you can browse through until the end. Dominic Deegan: Oracle For Hire - Good fantasy-setting comic by Mookie. Puns, alliteration, necromancers, infernomancers, seers, and other goodness. Start from the beginning and read your way through! 8-Bit Theatre - Absolutely friggin' hilarious comic/spoof of the original Nintendo Entertainment System game "Final Fantasy". Violent black mages, sword-chuck-wielding fighters, and even a universe beginning or two. Stabbity goodness! Belphegor - Great comic about the (mis)adventures of a demon in Hell, laced with disturbing amounts of socio-political commentary. Ruminations - Hilariously random, often nonsensical, and completely quotable pseudo-sayings. Example..."As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no ev--hey! A penny!" Outpost 9's "I Am A Japanese School Teacher" - Funny true stories from Azrael, a JET (Japanese-English Teacher) up in mainland Japan. Sometimes raunchy, sometimes sweet, always generally amusing. Good readin', this. Something Awful - Dead friggin' funny website. Great photoshops, hilarious movie, game, and even porn reviews, fashion critiques...this place has it all. Definitely worth checking out. Well, s'enough to keep y'all busy for awhile. Hope you find some of these worth your time! Current Mood: energetic (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Thursday, November 17th, 2005
10:54 pm	Silly preconceptions based on flawed logic. It always amazes me a little when I make a judgement, and end up so far off that the judgement is rendered not only comically ludicrous, but reflects back at me just how naive I can be, even at 25. In this instance, it of course has to do with a girl. I'd like to think that I'm enough of a man of the world to avoid silly preconceptions and shallow judgements. Every once in awhile, though, I get caught up in them. Tonight's example shows that I have a long way to go before I get to the maturity level needed. There was a girl, reasonably pretty, and like many people before me, I connected my concept of "pretty" with my concept of "nice", even though there is absolutely no corrolation between the two. What showed me the flaw in my thinking this time was another girl, not as pretty as the first, but a sweetheart, harmless in intent and action, or as far as I know. Girl One calls Girl Two over to her table and has a few words with her. Girl Two, who had been animated and smiling before, completely shut down, facially. I know both of them as acquaintances, and I shouldn't be surprised that Girl One is a bitch, but I made the guy-ish mistake of equating looks with worth. Seeing Girl Two lose the light in her eyes was distractingly saddening, even to a self-centric person like me. I hate to think that I'm a shallow enough person to automatically assume that because someone has a potentially desirable set of physical traits, they would also have a sweet disposition. Yet constantly I do fall for the idea, and every time it proves untrue I'm shocked at myself for not learning the lesson. Bah. I was writing this in my head as I walked home, and still I don't have the right words to convey the odd disappointment I feel. I'm sure you've all experienced it, so I'm not going to elaborate further. /end rant postscript: Gods, but I need to get the hell out of this country and back to a civilian DC/NoVA population I can relate to. I miss you people. First time in 25 years of military bratting and active duty militarying that I've ever felt homesick. Current Mood: discontent (3 Comments |Comment on this)