strangeattractor

<gasp> youve got a picture of a carlsberg bottle in your candids... i wish they sold that stuff where i live, i dont drink beer, but id drink that. i went on a tour of their brewery.

No, no one found out I have an account here (or, if they did, no one told me). I think the porn thing in my dream stemmed from the fact that I recently sold several pieces of erotica and I tend to keep the fact that I write that away from people I know. But then I tend not to tell a lot of people I'm a writer anyway as everyone has "the perfect idea."

The rest of the dream is probably, as you surmised, my thesis eating my brain. Alas.

Glad to hear the painting went well. The morph sounds quite interesting.

I'd certainly hope that the actual medical condition would be more extreme than what you or I experience. It's the concept that I really like; that it's possible to see with new eyes (unfiltered by expecations) something you've seen a hundred times before. How the mundane becomes sublime.

Heh. The perfect ass would be a matter of context. What is perfect on one person would look horrible on another person. This ass was absolutely perfect for this girl's body; firmly shaped by the extremely tight jeans, the map of her defined by a sharp flare of hip and slim waist. All a matter of proportion that caught my eye. Which is not to say that that was the only type of ass that could catch my eye (ah, far from it; I am a man obsessed with asses), only to say that hers was stunning. It made me weak. Had there been a thong strap creeping over a hip and plunging back into the mouth of the jeans, I'm sure I'd've fallen over.

You're probably right. It's probably fairer to blame society for that stupidity I found. But it really just made me sad. How could she go through life without a thought in her head? What pleasure could she really have had without deconstructing ideas? Without indulging in literary delights? So beautiful; so vapid. And probably not missing what she never knew. The saddest bit of all, really.

You are thinking of the right comedian in Lewis Black, but you might want to skip The End of the World. I wasn't much impressed with it. Compared to The White Album (the one that made him famous and the routine you've probably seen) it is very lacking. I've heard good things about his latest album, but haven't yet picked it up. If I ever do, I'll get back to you on it.

Parker Posey is quite the cutie. I caught Dazed and Confused again recently and was again amazed at how sexy she was in that. Still, as far was indie queens go, I'm fairly partial to Sarah Polley.