Wow a full year since I posted!

I am shocked! It has been a year plus two days since I had a pink day!! Well eager viewers, the wait is over, here are some pink briefs for you!! Yes!! I am feeling pink again!!

The pink of health...

if only nurses were so sexy...

So here I am sitting here with sweaty eye-sockets. I can only say that this remarkable because I only ever noticed this happening after my heart started fucking me off... well that and that I seem to gain and lose 10 kilos of water on my abdomen and feet every few days. Edema blows goats. My feet look 70 years old from the constant increase and decrease in size.

It has been rough the past few days, and regardless of what the tests at the hospital say, I am fairly certain I have some variant of congestive heart failure coming on. I am pretty much convinced the American medical industry provides diagnoses on a sliding scale adjusted by your ability to pay, so if you have no insurance, they say you don't have something, but if you do, then you get the diagnosis after they have "tested" your insurance's ability and willingness to pay by doing as many needless and costly medical tests as humanly possible.

Well, that or they just like getting me into those ridiculous hospital gowns that cover nothing so they can see the fading glory of my body...

*Grumble*

ICE STORMS IN JANUARY

FLASH FLOODING IN JUNE

Blah - in shifting through what we salvaged after the flood, I have discovered I have lost more than half of my The Sims 2 installation discs. I have the base game DVD and the University EP, but the rest is all missing one or more of the needed CDs.

Oh well - It's not like I need all of the EPs to make stuff or play the game. 2008 has taught me ... or at least reminded me ... that nothing ever quite goes the way we want it. Between wind-fallen trees, wind-damaged roofs, basement floods (five in 2008 alone if I remember rightly), weeks without electricity, phone, water, or Internet, health issues of every sort, I am seriously begining to think that someone is trying to tell me something.

Like maybe I should recycle and do my part by decreasing my carbon footprint and not use the computer to play The Sims 2. LOL

Why pink?

Any more questions?

Another pink towel

I keep finding images of guys with a pink towel among all the drek on my hard drive. Oh to be sure there are guys with all manner of colours of towels, but you'd be surprised how many of them aren't pink. I am still chewing through the old images looking for the Godiva chocolates advert with Vin Diesel wearing a hot pink silk and velvet suit. I will find it eventually, I'm sure...

In the meantime, enjoy the honeyboy, he's a loverly bit of spun sugar, even if I am not altogether sure I like those pink togs he has on. He'd probably look a lot better with them off....

Ping song

I mentioned this song by Pink a couple of days ago and when I found it on Youtube, I figured I should as well post it in the blog, even if it is pretty soon after the other Youtube video. Anyway - “Dear Mr. President” is well worth watching, give it a whirl and see if it doesn't say something clear and concise about the way the USA has been run and ruined by the G.O.P. pundits these past thirty years.

Pink towel

There's something about Mark Aubrey that I like. It's nothing unusual for the boys of Bel Ami to be pretty or well shaped, but it's pretty damned rare for the to actually be sexy in any enduring manner. In the main, all the Bel Ami models/actors have that sort of talent that is like a bad stripper. They ruin the effect by too much affect. Honestly, I'd probably smack the piss out of most of them for doing sex so badly. And don't get me started on the way they kiss... I think ten year olds playing spin the bottle probably do kissing better service than the Bel Ami stable.

But then there's Mark Aubrey. He sticks out like Clint Eastwood in Rawhide, probably the only one of them with any acting talent whatsoever. He seems to actually know how to play to the camera. And in porn or not, an actor has to know how to work for the camera. I like him best in the non-sex scenes, because the sex is always formulaic in Bel Ami tripe: Kiss badly, suck badly with simpering looks, fuck badly while making faces like a howler monkey, then some indifferent money shot that is obviously put to film at a different time than the obligatory and poorly affected "orgasm face" shot.

At least Aubrey looks like he's enjoying the sex, the rest of their talentless wogs ... well, at least they're air-brushed to perfection.