If you can convince my co-workers that there’s a power outage, I’ll see about doing the same for yours.
I’ve been going around and around with a mainframe engineer who probably should have an RJ45 jack implanted in his skull. Great with computers, but not so much with humans. Now I’ve got a headache and a jeroboam of whine.
Because of the heat?
Unfortunately, it’s not very warm over here.
Background: I started writing the porn in November while I was trying to get 50,000 words written for NaNoWriMo. The problem I was having was that I was supposedly mostly working on scripts, which don’t lend themselves to large word counts.
The porn is pretty good, if very very dirty and wrong. I would like to finish it, get it edited (including by a professional), and published somehow. But it’s insisting on adding more and more bits. And I’d really like to work on the comic scripts again.
Oh, those naughty bits! 
There’s a reason I call it porn and not erotica. Although one of the stories (it’s a series of shorts) takes five pages (at 10pt type) before it gets to sex (with one sexy bit starting and getting interrupted). But I’m going to add a long scene in the beginning with lots of sexy times. So it’ll be okay.
Hon, if the lit ain’t hettin’ you up then it fails the porn test. 
ShinyCat maybe a little bow bow chicka chicka bow bow music in the background would help. Personally I like long naughty bits.
I came in here just to post that. No need to thank me y’all. It was my pleasure.
:smack:
Don’t mind me, I’m slow.
That’s erotica. Porn lead-in is more like:
Ding-dong. Ooh, pizza’s here, I hope it has …EXTRA SAUSAGE.
opens door I don’t have any cash, how could I possibly pay you?
cue bow wow chicka music…
How come they never have good drama/dialogue?
I napped. There may be martinis in my future.
Supper was whatever. **FCD **had leftover ribs. I had a bowl of cereal. We are such gourmands!
Off to knit the night away…
I need a good drink. After wrasslin’ with that half mainframe-half man cyborg, squinting at a monitor gone blurry thanks to a bad cable and all the bad news in Ren Faire Land, I’d like a double shot of a potent potable, but alas, I have to drive somewhere in half an hour.
Over the weekend, we lost one of our longest-standing cast members to a traumatic brain injury. The already short list of people who can play the hurdy gurdy is now one name shorter, and yesterday, a jouster’s horse died, apparently of age. Hopefully, the “deaths happening threes” thing is just a myth.
Yikes gotti sorry for the death of your friend and your friend’s horse.
Dindin was enchilada casserole, refried beans and Spanish rice. NUMMY! Full tummies all around at da cave.
Nope, it says ‘Not for dogs!’
In other news, DAMN HEADACHE, GO AWAY!!!
Just home from irk, aah the joy of a Big Oil Company IT conference. I have to be back before 8am so…
I DID NOT GET INTO ROCK AND ROLL TO WAKE UP WITH AN ALARM!
Sorry bout that, just needed to vent, thanks all
Sleep well have a great morning and we will chat tomorrow evening
That is all
JIM
Sorry, gotti.
Up, caffeinated, back to irk.
Good Mornin’ Y’all! Up and caffienatin’. YAWN ‘Tis 72 Amurrkin out with a predicted high of 92. Looks like it’s back to hot and hyoooomid. The rain over the past few days has made the grass grow big time. Thus, I shall have to figure a time to mow da yahd before Sattidy because folks are comin’ over to hang at the pool then and we just can’t havin’ da yahd lookin’ a mess, now can we?
doggio have a good first day back at irk. Well, as good as it could be, I reckon.
Jim there are times when it’s just best to say to yourself, “it all pays the same.”
Today I get to go ride the lower forty. I have a potential new person for an assistant position who needs to pass a test called “basic functionality of the website” before I can officially make her an assistant. Part of today’s fun shall be coachin’ her on how to pass the test. I have no doubt she can do it, but I can show her how to make sure it happens.
Now I shall seek out more caffiene and rumbly tummy wants to be fed. Then, alas, irk purtification must commence.
Happy Hump Day Y’all!
What is “ride the lower forty”?
Blurf.
The origin is from every B grade western ever made since the development of movie sound. Basically, it means he will be out of the office, working in the field.
In the westerns, every cattle rancher had multiple pastures to graze the cattle. In the summer, they would move the cattle to the high ground (the upper forty [acres]), and in the winter, to the low ground (the lower forty).