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(i) Prolonged absence was due to (a) an internet connection that is unavailable more than it is on, (b) a twelve hour power outage every five days (like clockwork), (c) annoying and painful work that needed to be done on the house which again ripped my hands up a bit, and (d) various minor, unpredictable interruptions from the life that exists seperate from "the beauty of the baud." I did miss you all.

(ii) Earlier this summer I'd wanted to go see Puppetry of the Penis as the show had finally come back into my area. I'd hoped to take some of my strange friends and have a good time. The only theatre I managed to see this summer was Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat with my mother (which was enjoyable -- "Any Dream Will Do" is a hell of a catchy song -- but, you know, not what I was looking forward to). Were my life a movie, I think we could all draw some sort of symbolism out of that.

(iii) Anyone ever seen I Love You, Don't Touch Me? Today was the second time I caught this movie on AMC, and it's been enjoyable enough both times to watch the whole thing. It's one of those "everyone's fucking in the 90s, but where's the love" type movies that always make me wonder how a poly movie would play out. But it's also one of those films where the ending doesn't entirely jive with the rest of the film and one is left wondering what the point of it all was. Or maybe I just didn't enjoy the direction they went with the ending. Seemed a step back to me. But, again, that's probably just me wishing for a poly movie.

(iv) During the most recent power outage we had our generator hooked up, were watching movies, and decided to watch Jurassic Park. Two changes in my perception of the movie really changed in the last ten years. (a) For some reason I really found Laura Dern more attractive when I was thirteen. I remember sitting in the theatre and thinking that she was amazingly beautiful and that she had a gorgeous ass. Watching it the other day, I can still see where I found her attractive (yes, yes, quite the nice ass), but I don't quite see how I found her so attractive. And, (b) I really enjoyed the resolution to the raptor attack at the end better as a thirteen year old. It was an enjoyable twist for me ten years ago, but now it just seemed sloppy. Whatever. Enjoyable, but it kinda-sorta made me wish I enjoyed it as much as I once did.

(iv) The Violinist went back to Houston for school, and, thankfully, before we left for the airport I got my head between her thighs and was able to make her moan. It's inexpressible how good it feels to be on the giving end. Also inexpressible how sad it feels to suddenly realize how long it's been since I've been on the recieving end. Sheesh.

(v) My own school starts again on the 3rd. Mixed feelings, really. It always feels good to get back, but there's always the conflict with the fact that I'm not really doing anything there. It's more a tactic of delaying adulthood for another year than actually learning anything. And right on the heels of that is the realization that I really haven't written anything of note since I started working on the house in May. Four months and I probably haven't written more than five thousand words of anything. Now that's troublesome.

Now, off to commenting. If I don't hit you up with a good, long comment, it's because either my connection or the power went out, and I'll get you when it comes back on.