Category: Words

This is not about penises

Isn’t it awfully nice to have a penis? Isn’t it frightfully good to have a dong?
It’s swell to have a stiffy.
It’s divine to own a dick,
From the tiniest little tadger
To the world’s biggest prick.
So, three cheers for your Willy or John Thomas.
Hooray for your one-eyed trouser snake,
Your piece of pork, your wife’s best friend,
Your Percy, or your cock.
You can wrap it up in ribbons.
You can slip it in your sock,
But don’t take it out in public,
Or they will stick you in the dock,
And you won’t come back.
–Monty Python/The Meaning Of Life

This is a test, of sorts. For some reason, and I’m sure it isn’t because my friends and family are all a bunch of perverts and freaks, I’ve noticed that traffic on the blog really increases whenever there is genital content. Or any mention of sex. Or reading. Which is an odd twist. I think my reading list actually got more hits than anything. That’s somewhat reassuring.

Actually, I do know a lot of perverts and freaks, so maybe that IS what drives traffic.

Actually, I don’t know a LOT of perverts and freaks. Some. Not a lot. Plus, it’s not like I have thousands of readers. A dozen, maybe. If that. That’s what happens when there is no actual content involved.

I suspect there are some people who are perverts and freaks who I don’t suspect at all.

I’m on vacation right now, so I don’t even care!

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Party party let’s all get blasted

This is the tag line on the reader board of a bar across the Marina from our hotel.

Cabo moments:
In a beach bar, someone asked a mariachi to play a 60’s song, and he looked a little panicked and asked “you really want us to play 60 songs right now?!”

Having sushi for dinner while mariachis serenade us with traditional folk songs. Specifically, Sweet Home Alabama and Stairway to Heaven.

There have been a lot of mariachis today.

We spent the day at the beach, came back and had more drinks and a very late lunch. We’re back at the hotel now, having a drink on the balcony. We can hear the entertainment of the Marina very well from our perch above Jack’s bar. The 80’s are alive and well and living in Cabo.

Rick is counting his souvenirs.

Over service appears to be the standard. We have been very well fed and enboozened. The benefits of the all-inclusive.

Having a good time.

Wish you were here.

Cuz it’s just me and a dude named Big Johnson otherwise. I’m really not woman enough for Big Johnson.

Wish I had a smoke.

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The upside to early travel

Sunrise from the air, with the golden, peachy light behind Mt. Hood. Then the sun coming through the pink horizon to turn the sky blue.

It’s a sort of poem to the quotidian, seeing it from a different angle.
Above the snowy lakes.
Shining on my face glued to the window.

I don’t bother to pretend I’m not impressed. I always love it.

Landing in a new world in San Diego. Blue ocean instead of Oregon’s steel gray ,brown mountains instead of green, cityscape and palm trees. Thousands of swimming pools. Terra cotta tile instead of composition roofs. Palms instead of pines and firs.

Then flying down Baja’s alien desert landscape, watching the Sea of Cortez and its greens and blues shifting beneath us. Blue sky. No clouds. No trees. Brown rock and 1000 miles of blue water eventually turning into scrubby bushes and tall cactus nearer to Land’s End.

Another new world, all in one day.

Scribbling it all down before we land and I have to stow my electronics.