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Seven Deadly Sins (thanx 2 Rapunzel & Master Rhino)

Freakshowcrow — Wed, 12 Nov 2008 17:37:56 GMT

Wrath* Who is the last person you were angry with? Myself What is your weapon of choice? Stench Would you hit a member of the opposite sex? Only if it was the only way to stop them from causing harm. (i'd still feel shitty about it) How about the same sex? Only if it was the only way to stop them from causing harm. (i'd still feel shitty about it) Who was the last person who got really angry at you? a Tribe member named Jenn. What is your pet peeve? When they make animals appear like they're talking in tv and film. If I were going for laughs my answer would be: I don't have pets! Do you keep grudges, or can you let them go easily? I can forget, but I have a hard time forgiving (opposite of Rhino's answer!) *Sloth* What is one thing you're suppose to do daily that you haven't? Take my supplements (thanks for the reminder though). What is the latest you've ever woken up? 4:00am after 30 hours of sleep (thank you US Army basic training) Name a person you've been meaning to contact, but haven't? A couple of chums in San Francisco What is the last lame excuse that you made? I ate my dog's homework. Have you ever watched an infomercial all the way through? Yes. How many times did you hit the snooze button on your alarm clock this morning? 1 *Gluttony* What is your overpriced yuppie beverage of choice? Grande Vanilla Latte from Starbucks (Uncompensated Endorser) Are you a meat eater? Oh yes. What is the greatest amount of alcohol you've had in one sitting/outing/event? A half a bottle of tequila in one night (not recommended). Are you comfortable with your drinking and eating habits? Drinking yes, but my eating habits could use improving. Do you enjoy candy and sweets? Not as much as I used to but yes. Which do you prefer: sweets, salty foods or spicy foods? Dead tie between salty and spicy. Have you ever looked at a small house pet or child and thought, "lunch"? Children yes (soylent green is people), pets no. Although I have seen some small house pets and thought "PUNT!" *Greed* How many credit cards do you own? 0 If you had a million dollars, what would you do with it? Live on the interest and become a philanthropist. Would you rather be rich or famous? Rich (see above). Not Richie Rich. Just kinda rich. Would you accept a boring job if it meant that you would make megabucks? Never. *Pride* What's one thing that you have done that you're most proud of? Forgive myself. What's one thing you have done that your parents are most proud of? Created (and continuing to create) a great relationship with my soulmate of 18 years. Their marriage ended cataclysmically. What thing would you like to accomplish late in your life? Peace of mind & soul. Do you get annoyed by coming in second place? Very much so. My competitive nature almost scares me sometimes. Have you ever entered a contest of skill, knowing you were of much higher skill than all the other competitors? Yes. Have you ever cheated to get a better score? No. What did you do today that you're proud of? I smiled at someone who tried to glare at me. *Lust* How many people have you seen naked (not counting movies, family, strippers, locker rooms)? hundreds? thousands? about a hundred or so, lifetime. ballpark. How many people have seen you naked (not counting physicians, doctors, family, locker rooms, or when you were a young child)? Less than 30. Have you ever caught yourself staring at the chest/crotch of a person of your chosen sex during a normal conversation? Yes. what concerns me however, are the times I DIDN'T catch myself. What is your favorite body part of a person of your gender choice? I'm a card-carrying assman. Have you ever had sexual encounters (including kissing/making out) with multiple persons? Only in my imagination. Have you ever been propositioned by a prostitute? Yes. *Envy* What item of your friends would you most want to have for your own? My friend has a near mint condition 1966 Les Paul Cherry Sunburst electric guitar. Who would you want to go on "Trading Spaces" with? Oprah Winfrey (The Destructor). If you could be anyone who existed in the world, who would you be? I would not trade my life with anybody else's! Have you ever been cheated on? Yes, but I kind of had it coming to me. Karma. Have you ever wished you had a physical feature different from your own? Many times. What inborn trait do you see in others that you wish you had for yourself? Patience. *What deadly sin...* Do you do the most often? Envy (gluttony is a close, close second). Do you do the least often? Greed. Is your favorite to act on? Gluttony.

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Freakshowcrow — Mon, 06 Oct 2008 15:30:14 GMT

My mother tells me that when I was a tyke she'd have to hold me back: hold me back from approaching every stranger I saw. She told me I would approach someone - anyone - and tell them my name, smile and try to give them a big hug. I miss that guy. He sounds sweet . And I'm trying to find him again. I know that it isn't easy living here on planet Earth. I mean try watching a history program without it involving warfare. Try watching a show about animals without it showing something being killed. This is a pretty intense planet. I mean we extract sunlight energy through "killing" and eating another animal or plant. Whoa dude. My last blog was primarly focused on human overpopulation (I saved a hard-copy of it though because I think it was a nifty piece of writing). But there are some other things within my mind,soul and heart I'm struggling with that are keeping me from finding that beautiful, loving, and (most of all) utterly fearless little boy named James Walter. It's been suggested that perhaps I'm seeing the world this way because I'm seeing myself in it (i.e. that old addage "you hate in others what you see in yourself, etc.). Perhaps. But I don't think that is the entire picture. There are times I make an effort to be pleasant to strangers, smile, be polite and say hello. For the most part I'm greeted with an uncomfortable, hurried "hello" at best - at worst i'm flatly ignored, scowled at or even told "fuck you", etc. (rarely but it does happen sometimes). Now I ask myself "what do you expect James?" A question I cannnot answer. I honestly never had any expections good or bad in terms of my fellow human. But I definitely did not expect ....what I am perceiving. Most people can't look themselves in the eye without discomfort. Most people seem to cherish fullfilling their worst possible stereotype (whatever that means et. al). Most people in this world will be born, grow up, struggle with mental illness (their own & others), and die in poverty. Of course some folks seem to have better luck than other folk. I know that a lot of spiritual "gurus' and the like say "you make your own path..you make your own luck"..they have obviously not studied quantum mechanics, and the uncertantites of higher mathematics Sometimes you get lucky. Good or bad. Keep in mind 90% of the world's population (and counting) don't even have a refrigerator, indoor plumbing or clean drinking water. At times like this words like "namaste" and "manifest your destiny" feel hollow. We still can't even drive in traffic together without acting like little rabid animals. And we have such grand plans such as space travel, and genetic engineering. Egad. Life would be wonderful if it had a generalized purpose of some kind. Unfortunately we evolve, learn, live and die, at wildly different rates. If at all. All the while making cruder and cruder copies of ourselves. Free will works just fine. Until you run into somebody elses' besides your own. We all could use some better luck in our human family nowadays. Each and every one of us. "What is a man? Nothing but a miserable pile of secrets!!!" - Count Dracula

My Weird Dr. McCoy Dream

Freakshowcrow — Tue, 05 Dec 2006 17:24:18 GMT

Dreams. The final frontier. I had a doozy last night, lemmie tell ya. It started reasonably enough with me in the waiting room of some tattoo parlor. Suddenly this receptionist-type chick comes up to me and tells me, "Your regular tattooist is on vacation James. Replacing him today will be Dr. Leonard Mccoy. You're in good hands!" Oddly I didn't seem to give a crap, but then I quickly remembered who Dr. Leonard Mccoy was. I try to tell the receptionist-type chick, but she blithely & happily ignores me. Typical dream character. Anyway sure enough Bones himself comes out gruffly motioning me into his...well it turned out to be his Sickbay on the Enterprise - replete with all the Trekkie beeps, lights & whistles and all that shit. We proceed. The tattoo is coming along nicely. Mccoy seems confident and calm, but then all-of-a-sudden this peculiar expression comes over his face, and he starts to loose his shit like in that episode where he has temporary super mental ability to re-attach Spock's Brain, but loses it right in the middle of the procedure. Like he just has with me. Marvelous. I dare to look down, and the good doctor tries his best to block my view of this tattoo snafu, but I finally get a glimpse. To my horror he's stitched me up a severely shitty representation of the Enterprise on the inside of my forearm. And the asskicker? He also tattooed an angry X over the whole thing, and the word "OOPS!" underneath with an arrow pointing from the word to the shitty, X-ed out Enterprise. I remonstrated him, "You know you need to be more careful. This shit doesn't wash off with soap & water you douchebag." To which he barked, "Dammit Jim! I'm a tattoo artist, not a doctor! Now shut-up I'm trying to concentrate!" Now I was really getting concerned. Mainly because I haven't been called Jim in a long time. And certainly never in this context. I decided to take my chances and try to bail, but as soon as I bolted from the chair Nurse fucking Chapel appeared holding my arm with one hand, and aiming a phaser at me with the other. A phaser I noticed that was set to kill (it had a big sign and another one of those annoyingly helpful arrows pointing to the word "kill"). After Bones was done fucking up my tattoo he tried re-assuring me that he'd take it up with Kirk, explaining mildly how the Captain would probably just find some advanced alien technology, distract everyone by sleeping with some alien chick, then use that technology to remove my tattoo. Nobody would be the wiser. It again sounded reasonable to me. It occured to me later when I was in Sickbay (oh yeah at the time there was this really weird alien dude in the bed next to me that I'm pretty sure was masturbating. He/she/it was rubbing it's elbow-protubence-thing-a-ma-jig, and mewling in this very disconcerting way. Tres unsavory, but I digress) that with all of this fancy-assed space technology they could just laser/phaser the goddamn thing off. Kirk didn't have to boink any alien 'tang after all. Then it further occured to me - why the whole dramatic issue with getting a simple tattoo right in the first place? Can't a computer and/or robot take care of that shit - no fuss no muss? That seemed to break the spell. I awoke after that. It does make me wonder what it means (and also: what the hell is wrong with me et. al). Do I need to watch "Star Trek" some more (I haven't in ages)? Should I get another tattoo? Should I get a tattoo of the Enterprise? Should I sleep with some alien chick? (Of all of them I sure hope it's the last one.)

Ace Frehley Part II

Freakshowcrow — Wed, 29 Nov 2006 17:29:11 GMT

I'm re-writing this blog because the previous one seemed to be a bit misleading. What I found scandalous about the story wasn't the fact that it was a man fellating a man...... It's the fact that one of those men happened to be Ace Frehley! Ater all I was a Kiss fan myself in my youth. For whatever reason he is one of the last people I'd imagine or expect to see making such mouth-music. Whenever I picture him I picture him shredding a great guitar solo. Not swallowing someone's penis. I mean of course oral sex is as natural as sunshine regardless if it's between two men, two women, or one of each gender. I'm actually relieved & inspired that there are so many non-gender-specific cocksucking advocates & champions out there! Honestly that's laudable. But try visualizing specific individuals: like a smiling Henry Kissinger slowly sucking a big black cock, making unsettling purring noises, as he gobbles away - or conversely - Janet Reno double-donging it with Barbara Bush, the sound of cottage-cheesy flesh slapping against cottage-cheesy flesh punctuated with helpless, geriatric farts - and it becomes humorous (at least to me it does). Sex can be goofy sometimes. Especially when alcohol is involved! I also think that it was a hoot that this unsuspecting guy was a lifelong Ace Frehley/Kiss fan. I also forgot to mention the last time that Frehley was pretty pissed that the guy didn't knock first! You know this story would've made me laugh if it happened to Madonna, and one of her lifelong fans walked in on her eating a chick's clam! However I do think it's ironic when you consider that Kiss' music is exclusively very heterosexual arena rock! And yeah I know that rock stars have done this for time immemorial. Perry Ferrell once admitted he received head from a man because he was curious about it and he "thought it would be cool." Whatever happened to helmet-polishing just for the sheer visceral pleasure of it? Would Ace have done it if he was sober? I doubt it. Also I suppose the wisecracks: Frehley's Mouth Comet; Chuggin' Cock; Drop 'N' Gobble; etc. were a bit out of line and made me come off a bit Archie Bunkeresque. Oops!

My Axel Rose Dream

Freakshowcrow — Tue, 26 Sep 2006 18:27:47 GMT

I worry about my general mental health sometimes. One prime example is the dream I had last night. I dreamed I encountered Axel Rose in a really snooty, sissy, beautyshop, his hair all done up in curlers, and under one of those industrial-sized hair dryers. He looked up from the Cosmopolitan magazine he was reading (curiously ex-Federal Reserve Chairman Alan Greenspan was on the cover wearing a positively smashing cocktail dress..anyway that's an entirely different subject/therapy session all together..let's stay focused), and started lambasting me about my career; telling me how I should get off my ass and that retirement is bullshit, etc. (I was reading a Vanity Fair btw). All of which is true. But to have my subconscious conjur up Axel's batshit ass - well let me just say Axel Rose is not one of my top choices for dream characters. Even if he was full of shit - much less making lucid goddamned sense like he did. I ignored him, but during my hot rinse he started to sing/scold me with this insane vim & vigor that I frankly did not care for in the least. And when he started that signature swaying to & fro shit (and where the fuck did he get that goddamned microphone stand anyway? ....fucking dreams BAH!) of his I just fucking lost it. Enough was enough. Suffice it to say the beauticians had to separate us. I blame Izzy Stradlin' & (to a lesser extent) Stephanie Seymour. When Izzy left Guns 'N' Roses, Axel simply lost his fucking shit. When Stephanie dumped him, that just took him over the top. Also Axel, buddy: your face is not a Mr. Potato Head toy. Let's give the plastic surgery a rest hmmmm? You look like Helen Gurley Brown's aborted child for crissakes. Plus you have the dumbest tattoos I've ever fucking seen (and I've seen his up close). Next time you choose a tattoo artist.....choose one with a little ability I like to call: "EYESIGHT". I worry about my general mental health sometimes, yes. But not as much as I worry about Axel's.

Books

Freakshowcrow — Wed, 16 Aug 2006 16:24:18 GMT

I sent a portion of this list to some of you friends out there, & since I really respect what these authors are teaching & how they've helped me & others, I'm listing them again here. If you have read any of these, tell me what you think/how they've helped you (or not), etc. "The Book of Secrets" - Deepak Chopra "The Seat of The Soul" - Gary Zukov "Power vs. Force" - David Hawkins "A Course In Miracles" - Dr. Helen Shucman "Broca's Brain" - Dr. Carl Sagan "Be Here Now" - Ram Dass "The Power of Now" - Eckhart Tolle "The Beginner's Guide To Quantum Psychology" - Stephen Wolinsky "The Dancing Wu-Li Masters" - Gary Zukov "Your Sacred Self" - Dr. Wayne W. Dyer "Psychocybernetics" - Dr. Maxwell Maltz "Way of the Peaceful Warrior" - Dan Millman "Tao Te Ching" - Lao Tsu "The Art of War" - Sun Tzu "Creative Visualization" - Shakti Gawain "Man's Search For Meaning" - Victor Frankl "The 48 Laws of Power" - Robert Greene "Ask And It Shall Be Given" - Esther Hicks "The Occult Technology of Power" - Richard Ebling "The Red Queen: Sex and the Evolution of Human Nature" - Matt Ridley "On Fear" - Krishnamurti "Freedom From The Known" - Krishnamurti

whoo-hoo, i've been tagged!!!

Freakshowcrow — Tue, 20 Jun 2006 21:13:53 GMT

tagged by feralkittycat 1. My testicles never grow hair EVER :) 2. My SAT score was within the top 1% of the nation but I blew off college! 3. Was briefly a member of My Life With The Thrill Kill Kult 4. Insects really freak me out 5. I've taught myself to be non-ejaculatory/multi-orgasmic - not too many guys take the time to learn (except porn guys) but IT'S WORTH IT GENTS 6. The surfing in California doesn't impress me (except for Mavericks) 7. I'm convinced that in a previous life I was Joe Schmoe 8. I'm the most ticklish person who's ever walked the face of the Earth I've tagged: Katya; Kate Wilcox; Lexi; Megan; Sarah Rose; & Johnny? Who?