Time for that TMI Tuesday thing again:

1. My biggest sexual turnoff is __________? A bad attitude. A partner's attitude can really make or break a sexual experience. If she's not in to it and just going through the motions, that's a big turn-off.

2. Do you prefer natural tastes or flavored lubes? Natural tastes, although we haven't tried the flavored lubes yet.

3. How much money would it take to convince you to get on stage naked? Depends on the audience. If it were people I knew watching, a LOT of $$. If it were in a supportive atmosphere, or as part of fetish scene, I'd probably do it for free, or even pay to do so!

Hmmm, maybe something like this: I'm at a hotel on a business trip. Unknown to me beforehand, there is a BSDM convention being held there. As usual, I've brought a lot of my girl-clothes and toys with me and use my time at the hotel after work to have fun. I take a nice perfumey bath, put on stockings, garterbelt, bra, camisole, women's pants, blouse, and heels. I decide to go down to the bar for a drink. As I'm drinking, a woman in her 50's sits down next to me. She begins to talk to me in a very conceited, arrogant, strong, and superior way, not letting me get in a word other than "yes" or "no", which she also tells met to always follow that with "Madame", not "ma'am." She makes comments on my clothes, complimenting them in one breath and belittling me in the next. She speaks openly and loudly about the clothes so others can here. My humiliation and embarrassment is showing, yet she presses on. She's got me figured out.

"Come with me," she commands and I willingly obey, thankful that I can get out of the attention of the other bar patrons. As we walk to a secluded area of the hotel's lobby, she begins checking my outfit - pulling open the blouse and camisole to see the bra, pulling the waist of my khakis down to see the panties and garterbelt, and cupping my groin and laughing. "My, my, that is a man-clit that you have in there," she snickers. She opens her purse and pulls out a collar and leash and tells me to put it on. I obey, but lower my head thinking about the humiliation that's to come when others in the lobby see me like this. She tells me to walk in front of her with my head up and arms at my sides. As expected, many of the people in the lobby look, giggle, gasp, smile, or laugh as they see me. I don't think anyone is looking at her. She tells me to walk to a set of double doors and to go through them.

I walk into a very dark room that sounds very large. I can't really see much when she suddenly puts a ball gag into my mouth, tightening the straps and placing pads between the straps and my ears. A hood then goes over my head, deadening my senses of sight and hearing. She now tugs at the leash rather violently leading me for what seemed a long walk. Up a few steps and then a pair of hands grab my knees to force me to spread my legs. Hands then grab my wrists and cuffs are put on them. More yanks on my limbs put me in a spread out position making it difficult to stand, then I feel my wrists and ankles tied tightly to something. I can only hear muffled sounds. A hand that feels like hers caresses my chest, my arms, my back, then goes to my crotch to stimulate me to an erection in my clothes. THWACK! A paddle hits my ass. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Then the hand massages my crotch again. I lean into the hand as it feels good. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! and I now know not to do this again.

I'm left alone for what seems like ten minutes. About the only thing I can sense is a rise in temperature. I'm getting warm enough to perspire a bit. And my arms are getting a bit stiff. Suddenly, I feel my blouse being unbuttoned. The belt around my waist is loosened and my slacks are opened. I feel something cold on my arm - scissors cutting the sleeves apart - then the other sleeve. The camisole is removed. The pant legs are next, and both are removed from me. Where ever I'm at, I'm tied up and standing in my lingerie. Good thing I shaved earlier. The hand comes back to my crotch, rubbing me then pulling the panty down under my balls. My cock flops out as the cock ring I have on was keeping it engorged and the strain was getting to be uncomfortable. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! My ass warms with these hits. My panties are cut off. A hand begins to spread a lotion of some kind on my cock, balls, and ass, especially around my rosebud. My cock begins to stiffen again and I feel a hand grab the base.

Something soft and pliable touches the tip and slips down my shaft. Not a person, some sort of device - like a Fleshlight. It is moved gently and slowly up and down the length several times. And stopped. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! my ass is paddled. The sleeve is stroked along my cock several more times, enough to get me stimulated again. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! This cycle occurs several more times, bringing me to the edge of orgasm from both the masturbation and the paddling. Then nothing for a long while. I squirm around as I'm getting sore from being in this position for so long.

I feel something firm pushed against my butt and my arms are pushed back. I fall back onto what feels like a thin table about 6" wide. My legs are pulled up and out, and my butt is off the edge of the table. More oil or lotion is poured and spread over my entire body covering the stockings and bra. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! my ass is paddled. A finger goes in my ass, then I feel something press in. It is just wedged in for a moment, then slowly forced in further. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! My cock is put in the sleeve again and masturbated. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! Now the dildo in my ass starts moving as does the sleeve - in and out, down and up they move in unison. THWACK! THWACK! THWACK! I'm paddled at the same time. Everything is moving faster and more forcefully. I'm not sure how much more I can go until cumming.

The hood is removed, and there are bright lights in my eyes. Still, the pumping and paddling continues. The ear covers are removed. I can hear voices, many voices. My eyes adjust to the light and I see a room full of people watching me on a stage. The woman from the bar is paddling me and yelling at me to cum hard. Two other women are there too - one is masturbating me and looking at me with a foul expression. The other is wearing a strap-on and laughing as she pumps me. I'm humiliated at all of this - all these people watching me in such a compromising position - and become so much more aroused because of it. The sleeve is removed from my cock, and my body convulses in rhythm with the spurting of cum from it. I orgasm for what seems like an eternity, the cum draping over my body.

4. Have you ever been to an AA meeting or similar support group meeting? I used to go to CD/TS/TV support group. If anyone wants the info on it, just let me know. This is when I was first coming to grips about my CD-ing. It was great to meet others like me who were much more open and comfortable about living the CD/TS/TV life. I stopped going after about a year as I was/am having mixed feelings about my life and CD-ing. I do recommend it.

5. Do you wear socks to bed? Is that okay or totally unsexy? No way! Totally unsexy. Even if it is very cold, not sox!

Bonus (as in optional): Ever been arrested? Turned someone in/had someone arrested? Nope to both questions.

These look interesting: taken from here.

How was your Easter and/or Passover? I visited the family in Ohio, the place where it snowed enough to cancel the Cleveland Indian's game on Saturday after almost five innings of play, and the double-header on Sunday. I went for a nice long run - brrrr, in the freezing cold. It wasn't the cold that bothered me, it was the gusting winds.

And then there was the chocolate!! I was able to get my refill of my favorite chocolates. Mmmmm!! Only an orgasm gives me that overall feeling of euphoria that deep, dark, velvety, bittersweet chocolate does! I once bought her Origins' cocoa therapy body butter. Let me tell you, I had soooo much fun giving her a full body massage with this stuff!! I mean, its fun just giving her a massage. Using that cocoa body butter on her just sent me into the stratosphere! She was the human chocolate bar that night. A word of advice: if you love chocolate, you MUST get yourself some of this stuff!! I need to get more and use it.

It was Tuesday yesterday: TMI Tuesday

1. Stubble... good or bad? How often do you shave? I shave my face everyday except the weekends. I hate shaving my face, and I also hate stubble. I shave my underarms about twice a week. As far as pubic hair goes, I had been trimming the hair above my cock and shaving everything else at least once a week. However, about two months ago I stopped trimming the hair above in solidarity with another blogger that is not allowed to shave or trim her pubic hair per her Master's order. I'm living vicariously through her by doing so. We'll be allowed to trim/shave in May. I've been trimming & shaving for many years, so its kind of strange to see all this long hair down there. And it is really long, ~4" or so. Yuck.

2. How often do you kiss (read make out) with your so? Pretty much only as foreplay to sex. I mean, it may have started out just as kissing, and it always leads to more.

3. Have you ever placed a personal ad or answered a personal ad? I placed an ad when I was first out of college and living alone in adult magazine. I stated that I was very submissive and was looking for a Mistress. Never received a reply.

4. Where was the first place you ever had sex? A hotel room. Nothing too fancy, and not the local "no-tell motel" either.

5. After a night of great sex, who do you tell? How much? I tell her. I don't tell others as it could then lead to them telling me about thier sex lives, which I pretty much don't want to hear about. I mean, if you have the friends I have, I don't even want to imagine them having sex! lol

Bonus (as in optional): Have you ever kissed your partner on the lips after oral sex without brushing teeth, nor washing/gargling/rinsing out mouth? Turn on or off? A few times as she almost always wants to rinse her mouth out. I find it a turn on. I wouldn't expect her to accept it in her mouth if I didn't want it in mine.

Did you ever do something that you didn't think was such a big deal, only to find out that someone else did, and didn't like it? I did, and I apologize for it. I was visiting a popular file sharing website (not Blogger) and I made some comments about someone's posts. They weren't bad, or derogatory, or mean spirited. They were just too many. I liked this person's posts, and I should have just stopped after posting a few comments, not as many as I did. If that person should visit my site here, I apologize for my actions. No offense was intended.

Its Tuesday again: TMI Tuesday

1. What is your middle name? Hmmm, my namesake's middle name is Juarerra.

2. Where do you keep your toys? In your nightstand? Some are in the nightstand, others are in the closet.

3. How many toys do you have? List them! (links & pictures are nice, too!) =P Not many: condoms (do they count as a toy?), several cock rings, two vibrators, and panties and pantyhose if they also count (I do use them when playing!).

4. Are you a swinger? Ever wanted to be? No, I'm not a swinger currently. Although the lifestyle is attractive, there's always the STD thing that keeps me from taking that step. As well as the assumption that if one is a swinger, then a few or a lot of others would want to have sex with me, which is pretty presumptuous.

5. When should parents sit children down for the "birds & bees" talk? When they start asking or when they are between 10-12. Some reach that age earlier, others later. And there is that fine edge between too soon and too late.

Bonus (as in optional): Do you know how many sex offenders are in your city? Find out & tell me. (click here!) Just one in my zip code (not me).

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Its Thursday night and I have lots of time (and porn) on my hands (as well as my cock in my hand). I'm sitting here at my computer doing several things: reading the April issue of "Leg Show" magazine, watching a certain someone's pole dancing videos (thank you!!), watching the porn DVD "Plaid", and surfing for more porn. I'm wearing a brand new pair of panties, Barely There's jeanous in a white bikini, a new Maidenform bra, black stockings and garterbelt. Its going to be a loooong night!!

First, let me talk about April's Leg Show. It is incredible!! Probably the best so far (but don't I always think that of the new issues?). Seriously, it is. On the cover is a stunning Sunny Leone in a pink sweater, black seamed stockings, and pink heels. The look on her face just reaches out and grabs me. She's also in the front cover spread in a very cock-popping pose, as well as the letters pages. The letters are all worth reading. Back to Sunny. She's, she's, she's, ... just too damn gorgeous. Her legs are perfection. Her feet are so nice and suckable. Natural breasts, c-cup. The poses are incredible! Its hard not to stop here and jerk it all off for her. Rating 81.

First up is Ellen, a cute little blonde in blue lacey lingerie and gray stockings. Her poses and looks are A-1, I could easily look only at her to get off. She gets a rating of 68. Paige Richards is next, a Betty Page look-a-like. I really like her looks - long dark hair, curvy figure, pale skin, and feet to die for. The black lingerie really shows off her body well. She excites me, 61. Eve & Lydia are a great pair of women in a hotel room. Lots of legs & stockings, lots of lips and kissing. I'm certainly enjoying watching them enjoy themselves. Lydia 48, Eve 41, total 89. Sally Anne, I've seen her before in Leg Show, and sure enough, I have the issue she was last in. Nice plump legs, pantyhose, and a great smile, 51.

I think I've posted on this rating system before if you are wondering. It has nothing to do with looks, everything to do with how much she's showing off. My top picks for most masturbatable are Ellen, Paige, Sunny, Eve & Lydia, and Sally Anne.

Ok, I've been on the computer now for over two hours. No, it doesn't take that long to type with one hand! There's just soooo much to do tonight!

Its Tuesday again: TMI Tuesday

1. When you are out in public, do you often get hard/get wet? No. I'm pretty good about self-control even when in public.

2. When you masturbate, how long, typically, is your session and what do you think about (other than having an orgasm)? The majority of the sessions are about 20 minutes. However, when I get the time, I like to masturbate for at least an hour, more if possible, edging all the while. I think about the things I'm looking at - pictures in a magazine, on my computer or Internet, or a video - and what's going on in that picture. When I have more time, I like to get all of my girl-clothes out and put on a nice lingerie outfit. The hosiery, panties, bra, and shoes are very sensual and tactile arousing. Couple this with viewing pictures of women's feet, legs, and bottoms also clad in similar clothing really gets me going. Its arousing to imagine being in the woman's presence dressed up and her controlling me, or imagine what it would be like to be dressed in her lingerie, or doing whatever it is that she's doing in the picture/video.

3. What is your most pleasurable intercourse position? Me on top. I have better control of the rhythm, strength, and motion of intercourse than in other positions. Kramer says that its better on the bottom ("Let them do all the work!"), and I think its better for her that way for the same reasons I like it on top.

4. How often do you use the word "fuck" (or its derivatives) in casual conversation - frequently, occasionally, rarely, never. Very rarely. It just doesn't seem to fit in my conversations.

5. Have you ever had a spontaneous orgasm? How when why where? Yes, a few times. All of the experiences were due to a build-up of excitement for an expected long masturbation session. One time I was going on a business trip late in the week. For the 5 or so days leading up to it, I was planning the girl-clothes to take with me, the adult magazines I'd buy at the airport, and even the clothes I'd buy during the trip's evenings. On the day of the trip, before I left my house, I had already put on a new pair of panties, new pantyhose, and a camisole. In my carry-on I had a pair of silk stockings, a garterbelt, and push-up bra. In my checked luggage I had a pair of women's khakis, two blouses, a pair of short-shorts, another bra, several pairs of panties, and a pair of heels. And my business clothes, too. Anyway, after a long flight and driving the rental car, I was sooo excited about getting to the hotel room to "get busy".

I checked in at the hotel's desk, then went to the lobby restroom to put on the women's khakis and heels as I just had to get more female clothing on ASAP, and took off my sweater. As I walked out of the restroom, I had to walk by the lobby bar when a table of women immediately noticed my heels and bra. The looks on their faces really got my heart racing! I got in the elevator with another couple that also got off at my floor. As I walked down one wing to get to my room, I could hear the woman tell the man "That guy's wearing heels and a bra!", which got me even more excited. Well, I got into my room, started taking off my clothes when, boom, I came hard in my panties.

Bonus (as in optional): Post a link to a picture you consider a strong sexual turn-on. Here it is! And here's a better one!

Its Tuesday, and I'm out of ideas for a post: TMI Tuesday

1. What is your favorite charity? Do you you give your time or just money to that charity? In terms of the amount of money donated, my favorite is the parish that I belong to. So far I've only give money. My college's alumni club just started doing public service, and I'm considering participating with it.

2. Describe your bed. What side do you sleep on? Queen size with a wooden headboard that I can't seem to stop from baning against the wall during the wild and crazy sex that is had in it unless I keep my hand pushed against it. I sleep on the right side if one is looking at it from the foot of the bed.

3. How important is a partners kissing ability? Very important. I love to kiss, but we have different kissing styles. I like lots of tongue.

4. Have you ever purposely tried to seduce someone over a long period of time? Other than my current SO, no. I think its tougher for a guy to seduce a woman. All a woman has to do to catch a man's attention is show a little leg, cleavage, or even touch a guy's arm or shoulder, not to mention wearing a nice perfume. Heck, just saying "Hello" to a guy is sometimes enough.

5. Top or bottom? Bottom. I'm submissive, and I prefer to receive. In other meanings, I prefer a woman's bottom to her top.

Bonus (as in optional): Have you ever shaved your pubic hair? Oh yes. I've been trimming and shaving for over 10 years, more like 15.

Actually, there are a few things on my mind. First, is Daylight Savings Time. Waking up an hour early is have some effects. Its been two days and I'm still tired all day. I know this will go away by the weekend. The other is my dreams. I'm not sure if my all-day tiredness is causing stranger than usual dreams, or just that I'm remembering them better since I'm waking up in the middle of them, but they sure are more unusual than the normal unusualness.

I did go shopping last Friday during my lunch hour. I was looking for some new stockings, a new garter belt, and jeans. Stockings - check. Garter belt - nope. They are tough to find. Macy's didn't have them, nor did Victoria's Secret. I did get a new bra at Macy's, a nice 38A black padded one. Vikky's had a new bra/pantie collection, Secret Embrace. They look great, but no bras in my size at the store, and a very limited selection of the matching pantie, which is what I really wanted. Jeans - nope. The Express store I went to only had their new $98 jeans. Come on! I know fashion jeans are in, but there's still a lot of business in the $30-$60 range. The Limited didn't have much to choose from, neither did a few of the others stores.

I may post some pictures at my Flickr site for Friends & Family. Let me know if you're interested.

Strange Link Occurances

Something strange is going on with some of my links along the right column. When I click on some, not all, of them, the link won't work. When I look in the browser's address bar, I see a bunch of extra html code is attached. This code is not in the template. Any idea what might be causing this? I'm far from an html code expert. So if this happens to you when you click on one those links, just look at the address bar and edit what doesn't belong, and you'll get to where I intended the link to go.

Here we go again with another installment of TMI Tuesday.

1. Have you ever orgasmed sitting at your computer? What was the situation? Of course!! Many, many, many times. I'm either stripped down nekkid or in some of my girl-clothes, looking at some pictures or movies on the Internet, and doin' the deed. I need to get a more comfortable chair for doing this.

2. Ever been sexual harassed? What happened? Not that I didn't like it, lol! See yesterday's post about the Philly Craft Beer Fest. That was probably the closest I've been to being sexually harassed.

3. Who is your hottest nerd crush? From the choices given, I pick Milla Jovovich from The Fifth Element. However, there are better that weren't in the list. I've always had a thing for the girls in Dr. Who:

4. Can a man have multiple orgasms? Yes. They are a rarity, and well worth pursuing.

5. Is there such a thing as too much sex? No. Well, maybe if things start to get too sore and raw to make it enjoyable.

Bonus: Have you had sex in the last 24 hrs? No :( "Aunt Flow" is here for her monthly visit.

In Heaven there is no beer...

...that's why I drank it all day long on Saturday. We went to the Philly Craft Beer Festival at the Philadelphia Naval Yard. And what a beer-soaked afternoon it was. We arrived an hour late, and that was to our advantage. When the event opened, the line to get in was about 1/4-mile long. When we arrived we waited about 5 minutes to get in. The event organizers said they capped tickets at 1500 for each of the afternoon and evening sessions, and it looked more crowded than that though. There were so many brewers (~50) with at least 2 selections each, so there was no way to sample all of them. One didn't have to wait to get a sample, although moving from table to table was tough. There was some amazing beer there: Rogue's Chocolate Stout, Magic Hat's Vanilla Porter, and a Rock Art that I can't remember.

There were three things that stood out for me there:
1. The people. I'm a people watcher and this was a great place for it. Sure, there were you stereo-typical beer geeks there - guys that look like they just woke up and put on the clothes that were on the floor from yesterday. But there were a lot more women than I assumed, maybe even more women than men. And the majority of them were very good looking (and that was before the beer goggles went on). The guy in front of me in the food line (man does not live by beer alone) was shamelessly giving his wife a back rub - reaching up under her blouse and down her jeans, occasionally pulling up the back of her thong above her jeans. And the front of her blouse was low-cut enough that she offered a clear view of her attractive cleavage. She wasn't sleazy by any means, just a bit tipsy.
2. Ah, the advantages of being in a crowd. As I was drinking a sample, a 20-ish year old girl grabs my ass and says "Hey handsome, can I squeeze by?" "Yes you may!" I said to her with a smile on my face. Its not every day that a strange girl does this to me, and the pleasure was all mine. I should have offered her $20 to do it again!
3. The ability of Philadelphians, no matter the location or event, to break out in the "E - A - G - L - E - S !" cheer multiple times.

After the session was over, we headed up to The Standard Tap for some eats and more beer. A great place if you're ever in town.

It would have been a great venue for some crossdressing (at least the androgynous look with women's jeans, low heals, blouse, and sweater), but I was with some friends and ran into some other friends that I didn't know were going to be there. At least I had my panties and hosiery on ;)

Okay, I know I said last week that this bog is turning into TMI Tuesday posts, and I don't want that to happen. But (...everyone has a big but) I don't have much to say since last week.

I entered two of my homebrew beers in a local homebrewing contest recently. Before they announced the results, I read my scoring sheets. The first one, a stout, scored pretty well. A few points higher than last year's entry. I didn't think much of it. The other scored far below this. At first I was stunned. I didn't think it was great, but not as bad as it was scored. The feedback is invaluable though. That's why I entered them into the contest. Anyway, I stuck around until the awards ceremony just to see who did win. They went through the first few categories and my "bad" beer didn't place and I didn't expect it to. Then they reached the category for my "good" beer. I was again stunned as they called my name for 2nd Place!! I thought it was good, but not anywhere near as good as some of the people who've been brewing for longer that I have, and brewed with a full-grain mash, not the grain/extract mash that I do. Now I've got me a big red ribbon and a gift certificate to a restaurant. Yippee!!

Now on to the questions:

1. Commando: Sexy or disgusting? Do you have a "best" commando story? Depends on who and where. If it is some smelly, creepy person - no way! If it is her in a skirt and we're out on the town - yahoo!! No good story for me. Add this to the list of things to do.

2. Foreplay: Is there such a thing as too much? Only if it results in a premature ejaculation. Otherwise, I *love* lots of foreplay.

3. Oral sex: Good if you are getting? Good is you are giving? Equally ewwwww? Good both ways, especially if it is at the same time!

4. Orgasm: Is one per night enough or does the first one just get your motor running? Depends on the amount of foreplay. If the foreplay has been going on for a long, long time, then the orgasm pretty much completes me. But then again, that's how it usually goes for me.

5. Morning sex: "Oh hell yes!", "Well if I have, too." or "Just get in the shower and go to work." I *love* morning sex. I also love sex just out of the shower. Once the thought of sex is in my mind in the morning, I pretty much have to get some or I'm a horn-dog all day.

Bonus (as in optional): Have you ever had anonymous sex? Have you ever had an orgasm without at least knowing your partner's last name? No. Add that to the list.

Okay, I know this TMI Tuesday is a day late. I had President's Day off and that's thrown me off the wave. And I can't believe I haven't posted since last Tuesday. I really don't want this blog to degenerate into just TMI posts.

Running season has started again with a run last Saturday. Yep, it was cold (~20 F). And it was a justifiable reason to wear running tights in public. Not as sensual as wearing pantyhose (ok, I confess, the pantyhose were on underneath), but they do feel good. And many of the women running also wore tights rather than running pants, so I had something to look at during the race.

As you may have noticed, I added a chat widget at the bottom of the right column. Hopefully I'll be on-line when someone is reading this blog and we can chat.

On with the questions. Would you rather...
1. be famous now & forgotten after you die or forgotten now & famous after you die, forever? & Why?
Be famous after I die. With fame comes too many problems - people would hound me for my money, time, advice, and pictures, I'd have no free or private time to myself.

2. give blood or read Hamlet? & Why?
Read Hamlet. I'm too much of a pussy to give blood. Giving blood for drug/cholesterol tests is enough to make me feel feint.

3. be extravagantly rich, but hated by others or be well loved and admired, but dirt poor? & Why?
Poor, I'm sure I could sponge off of those that love and admire me ;)

4. be imprisoned for the rest of your life or kill someone? & Why?
Be imprisoned, I have too much respect for human life to kill. But that would also depend on the prison. I'm sure if I were in one of those prisons where one gets raped everyday, I'd eventually go crazy and try to kill.

5. fight Mike Tyson or talk like him? & Why?
Fight Mike Tyson. I'd run around the ring until he tires out, then let him hit me once. I'd willingly hit the mat and not come up. Talking like him would be a never-ending curse.

Bonus (as in optional): Who would you kill if you were guaranteed to get away with it? No one. I thought about the bad people in the world, but there are too many of them to make a difference if only one is killed. Even the very evil heads of state. Take one out and there's another one right behind ready to take over.

TMI Tuesday...The Valentine's Day Edition.

1. Have you had sex with another person in 2007? Yes!! Averaging once per week. Have you passed on an opportunity to sex with another person in 2007? No.

2. What is the funniest thing you have ever said or done during sex? (Orgasmic facial expressions do not count.) "A knee to the groin, even if it was a mistake, still does not make the boys happy."

3. What is the first thing you notice about a member of the opposite sex? If I can see their faces, its the eyes. If its a rear view, then its their ass. Unless, of course, she's wearing a skirt or shorts, then its her legs even if she's facing me.

4. What is the best pick-up line you have ever heard? Can't say that I've heard one that is the best. Most are just cheesy. Every used? Nope, don't use 'em. Ever been used on you? Cant' really remember any being used on me - maybe that's the sign of a good one.

5. Where is the most unique place you have ever had sex? Costa Rica. Unique for me, but probably not unique for the millions of people that actually live in Costa Rica. They would probably say Philly is the most unique place they've had sex if they've ever been here.

Bonus (as in optional): Do you pee in the shower? Occasionally. If so, has any SO known that you pee in the shower? No. Has any SO peed in the shower? Never asked, never looked. That's the way it should be.

Did you see The Police perform at the Grammy's? Incredible!! Here's the link to the tour. I hope I can get tickets if the come to Philly.

Car update: I finally got my car back from the collision repair shop last week. It looks great!! They did an excellent job, and the owner even gave me credit for a coupon that they publish in the local newspaper. This cut my out-of-pocket expense in half. Now I hope I can keep her another 5 years or more.

We went to the Philly Car Show over the weekend. Lots of beautiful cars all around. I'll post pictures either here or at my Flicker account. It still beats me why more manufacturer's don't make more fuel effiecient cars. Fuel efficient doesn't always mean poor performance or low quality. Take the Honda Civic or the Cooper Mini as examples. Both have plenty of power and are very stylish for moderately priced cars. Both of which may be the replacement for my Accord in 5 years. Ford had a concept car on display, the Reflex pictured below. Its a uniquely styled car and I think is supposed to have a hybrid or alternatively fueled engine. But why wait for the technology to come down in price? Just put a standard gasoline engine it it and they'd sell them like hot cakes.




"Shaguar!!"



Off of my soap box. Has anyone heard from Feetman lately? Looks like his site has been taken over, again.

I may have to go shopping on Thursday - all of the Valentine's Day lingerie will be on sale!!!

TMI Tuesday

Let's all play along: TMI Tuesday

1. Have you ever had sex in a friend's house/apartment/car/whatever... but not with that friend? Does your friend know? No - I'll add this to the "To Do" list.

2. Have you ever sat at your computer naked? Very often!! How else does one surf for porn?

3. If you are sure you WOULD get caught, is there anyone (known personally, celebrity, fictional character) you'd cheat with? Sure! Here is a post here of those women, and there are two more pictures just a few posts down.

4. Have you ever photocopied a body part? Yes, just a hand.

5. Just how rigid are your standards: Is there anyone out there (say, a celebrity), that you'd do, just to say you scored? (We aren't talking a dreamy celebrity i.e. Brad Pitt or Jennifer Aniston; we are talking Mick Jagger, Dick Chenney, or the Queen of England.) Given those choices - no way!

6. Have you ever contacted a “lost love” years later? Yes. Not long after I met my current SO, I ran into two girls with whom I went to college at a bar after a Cubs baseball game. This was about 5 years after college. Since I had just started seeing my SO, I figured I'd test the waters with the "lost love", but it didn't really go any where.

7. What was the worst thing your SO ever caught you doing? Masturbating - see question #2. What was the worst thing your parents ever caught you doing? One time when I was in 8th grade I went up to my room after school to change clothes and masturbate. Usually not a problem. However, that day I wanted some of the good material that my brother had in his room. The folks were down stairs so, feeling rather cavalier, I walked down the hall to his room in just a shirt. I got to his room and found the magazines. When I got up to leave, I heard Dad walking up the stairs. I quickly jumped behind my brother's bed, hoping Dad would go to his room and not see me. Not to be. He came into my brother's room to get something out of his closet (they shared it) and saw me sitting between the bed and wall. Not sure what he saw as I had the shirt pulled down around my waist and legs. I just told him I was looking for something under the bed and waited for him to leave. It was a close enough call to induce shrinkage. Did you ever do either of those things again? Of course!

8. What is the shortest period of time you've ever gone between sex with two different sexual partners in separate sessions (that means threesomes don't count unless they are separate threesomes)? Too long.

9. Besides the usual (lingerie, sexy shoes, etc.), what's the sexiest thing your SO can wear? Short shorts - short enough that I can see the bottom curve of her ass below the bottom of the shorts.

10. Have you ever masturbated with a house hold object (other than a sex toy)? If so what? Yes, rubber gloves, ice, candles, a honeydew melon, lingerie, and probably more that I can't think of now.

Bonus (as in optional): For you girls out there...what size boobs do you have? For you guys, how many inches are you packing? Hmmm, that depends on how aroused I am, currently 8-1/2".

I'm getting that shopping itch again. I haven't been out shopping for women's clothes in too long of a time. I really need like an entire day to myself for shopping. Get up, take a nice long bath, shave, put on a nice camisole, panty, stockings, women's khakis, a blouse, and women's shoes. Go to the local coffee house for some breakfast, then off to the mall. Shopping on the Internet is not much fun. Inspiring, yes. Nothing is better than seeing clothes and shoes in person. In person, one is able to touch the material, try the clothes on, see how it drapes on the body. There are a lot more stores than these at which I shop, but the others don't have web sites. Conversely, Victoria's Secret has a great web site, but they don't carry their outerwear clothes in the stores. Of course, I could spend all day there buying lingerie!

Lately I've been looking at these pants from New York & Co.



pants and shoes from Banana Republic




and pants from The Gap


For shoes, I like Nine West

And Now for Something Completely Different...

I ran across this post at Anne's blog which has inspired another post about: Toast! If any of you live or lived in Indiana (as I once did), or live in a city that has the syndicated Bob & Tom Show on the morning radio, you may have hear of Heywood Banks. This one man has done more for the promotion of toast than anyone except toaster manufacturers and bread bakers with his song about toast. Either way, remeber this the next time you eat breakfast.


"Toast" by Heywood Banks

All around the country and coast to coast
People always say, "what do you like most?"
I don’t want to brag, I don’t want to boast
I always tell ‘em, "I like toast."
YEAH, TOAST!!
YEAH, TOAST!!

I get up in the morning ‘bout six A.M.
Have a little jelly, have a little jam
Take a piece of bread, put it in the slot
Push down the lever and the wires get hot,
I get toast.
YEAH, TOAST!
YEAH, TOAST!

Now, there’s no secret to toasting perfection
There’s a dial on the side and you make your selection
Push to the dark or the light and then
If it pops too soon, press down again
Make toast.
YEAH, TOAST!
YEAH, TOAST!

When the first caveman drove in from the drags
Didn’t know what would go with the bacon and the eggs
Must have met a genius, got it in his head
Plug the toaster in the wall, buy a bag of bread
Make toast.
YEAH, TOAST!
YEAH, TOAST!

Oui Monsieur, bonjour coquette,
Une croissant? Et vous auvent?
Maurice Chevalier, Eiffel Tower,
Oui Marie, baguette, bonsoir!
FRENCH TOAST!
FRENCH TOAST!

In Chicago or (fill in location).....TOAST!!!!

Here's the animated version.

I've been meaning to post these pictures that were published in Life magazine about two weeks ago.

Car update: The insurance adjuster called and said that my car is repairable. The repair shop said that it is repairable, but it could have been a total loss as the car is 9 years old. I'm so relieved that it can be repaired. Although the prospect of a new car is always exciting, the reason for it this time would not make it a joyous event. I'm glad I'll be able to have this one for hopefully five or more years.

Its not that I am particularly fond of a Honda Accord, but it is paid for and I'm cheap. Why buy something new when the one you have works? I have also wanted to see how many miles I could get on it before it breaks down on its own. A friend of mine has one with over 300K miles. It looks like crap, and it won't die. I also started looking a new cars earlier in the week just in case. I'm not too impressed with what's out there that would make a suitable replacement. The one I really want (Mini Cooper) is going to get some upgrades later this year. The Honda Civic, the practical replacement, doesn't offer much more that my Accord, except better gas mileage.

That is all.
Sheen V

I came across this blogger while surfing this morning, The Masturbatrix. She has three blogs,
Diary of a Phone Sex Madame, A Woman with a Male Masturbation Fetish, and Orgasm Denial Games. After reading some of the blogs, this woman really knows and understands people who call phone sex lines. I'll have to give her a try sometime.

I admit that I'm a phone sex caller. I started when I was in my 4th year of college (I went for five). I was living in a single dorm room. I masturbated plenty in college, and even more so when I had a single room. I would "read" the adult magazines and was curious about the phone sex advertisements in them. I called a few, and, not really knowing what to do, hung up after a few minutes.

I didn't do any more of that until after I graduated from college, got a job and moved to another state. One of the magazines had an ad for a phone service that originated in the city where I went to college, and it was relatively cheap compared to a lot of the others. I was sooo nervous when I called the first time. I remember sitting on the floor of my apartment (the furniture hadn't arrived yet) naked. I told the girl my name and she told me hers. We chit-chatted a while, all the time I was stroking it. Just hearing her voice made me hard and excited - she really didn't' need to moan and groan, but we did as that's what I thought I was supposed to do. I don't remember much more about it other than the feeling of exhilaration caused by "exposing" myself to another person while masturbating. It was such a thrill. Even to this day, that's what makes the calls so very satisfying - its revealing myself to another in such an intimate way.

Over the years that I lived in that apartment, I called many different lines. Some were just plain lousy and I never called them back. Others were excellent, and didn't stay around too long for some reason. The one I mentioned in the previous paragraph is one of them (e-mail me if you want the number. I'd post a link, but they don't have a website). Anymore, there is just that line and one other that I call. Both services offer consistently great women to talk to. I just wish that the women would stay at these places longer. It seems that just as I get to know and enjoy a particular woman, she's gone.

I don't call so much anymore as my SO takes care of a lot of those needs now. I only call them when I'm alone, either at home or if I'm traveling. I don't call them every time I masturbate, mostly just when I need a big tension release or am lonely. Its a way to combine all of my interests (crossdressing, submission, humiliation) into a focused time. Again, its still not so much about how she talks, its more the revealing of myself that's the biggest turn on.

I'm that jackass....

You know when your driving down the highway and you see that traffic is starting to slow down, and eventually you see that there's an accident. Well, I'm that jackass that caused one yesterday. I still can't believe that I did such a stupid thing. I've never had an accident before - causing or receiving. I'm driving up the on-ramp and I see the cars in front of me also going up it. I look over my left shoulder to check for on-coming traffic, look to the front, and slam on the brakes - BAM! I hit the guy in front of me. We're both okay, no injuries.

His car was 10 days old. My cars was 9 years old, about 89K miles on it, and I just bought new tires and all new drive belts. I wanted to keep it for another few years, at least to 100K. The repair shop said it might cost $5K to fix, and that's about the Blue Book value of it.

I think the worst part of this is that I'm the cause of it. I've inconvenienced the guy in front of me, his family, the tow truck operator, the police officers, the EMS guys, my family, the insurance company. Not just last night, but for a while. I've let these people down due to my own stupidity. And I'll pay for it - my insurance will go up, I've either have to fix my car (if it doesn't get totalled) or I now have to buy a new car.

Emotionally I feel awful. I replay what happened in my head and think that if I had just done something different - left work earlier or later, taken a different route, swerved instead of slam on the brakes. I'm generally not an irresponsible person. But I've done this irresponsible act.

I don't usually talk about politics, and I'm going to make this one exception. The President is going to address the nation about a troop "surge". Okay. Let me think about this one.

Let's look at it from the insurgents point of view: "Bush tells me that he's going to send 20,000 more troops to kill me and my friends. Hmmm." The smart insurgent might think "It won't happen overnight, so I'll just hop in my car/truck/sandals and make my way out of the area/country until the troops arrive, let the martyrs fight, and then come back once they leave to fight again." The martyr insurgent might think "Here's my chance to die for my people/religion/tribe. I'll go to the war zone (if I'm not already in it) and just let loose on anything that's not in my group. Body counts don't matter much to my insurgent leadership. In fact, they want me to die fighting. None of them are going to be on the wrong end of a political backlash the way it happens in America. We have no Congress to threaten a funding cut. Its just a free-for-all for us insurgents."

Either way, tipping his hat to the other side is no way to reach his objective, IMO. I mean, why are the insurgents as successfull as they are?: They don't broadcast their plans weeks in advance. If the US wants to hit them hard, do it by suprise.

Maybe I'm way off base thinking this. Someone tell me so if I am. I do support our troops, and every death (ours or theirs) is a failure on both side's.

That is all,
Sheen V

Aaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrgh!!!

That's my reaction to:
a) The Buckeye's offensive line falling apart last night.

b) The Buckeye's defense falling apart last night.

c) The Buckeyes failing to adapt to Florida's game.

d) The inability of the Buckeye's coaching staff to try something different once Florida figured out that OSU would just keep using the same old plays possession after possession.

e) The frustration I'm feeling as I'm considering getting the cable company's cable TV, internet, and phone service since Verizon refuses to extend service into my neighborhood.

If you picked all of the above, you're right! I can't believe how they fell apart last night. It was almost too painful to watch. If it were a closer game, I wouldn't feel so bad for the team. What happened? The news reports I read this morning didn't have too much to say about the players' and coaches' thoughts and reactions to the game. I'm sure there will be more as the week progresses. On the bright side, they did have a perfect regular season, won outright the Big Ten title, and Troy Smith won the Heisman Trophy. That's a lot to be proud of. They are losers only if they allow this to get the best of them.

Oh, and I really am frustrated with my internet options. Verizon won't run DSL to my neighborhood ("It's too far between switching stations. It's in our 10-year plan."). And I've always regarded the cable company as the Fourth Axis of Evil. But. Going with their TV/internet/phone plan for $99/month for a 2-year agreement is almost absurd to pass up. Its cheaper that those services separately. I just have to figure out where I can mount the modem/router in my house. I'm thinking of setting up a wireless system as there is no cable near where I have the computer. The engineer in me wants to lay it all out, but I should just let the installer figure it out.

That is all,
Sheen V

Is there some tradition in particular that each year puts you into the Christmas (or Hanukkah or Kwanzaa or Festivus) mood? Maybe not the cheery, sugary, “peace on earth, goodwill towards men/women/human/animal/plant/atomic structure” mood, but the “hey, its that time of year” mood. For me it is listening to “The Police at Christmas” recording that I made back in 1984 off of a radio special on WMMS 100.7FM in Cleveland, Ohio. I pretty much just listen to it at this time of year. It amazingly has held up all of these years; not too much degradation. The show featured live and studio recordings from the various albums, interviews with the band members and managers telling about their Christmas memories, and recordings from their solo projects. If you were/are a big fan of The Police, it is an excellent program. I need to transfer the tape to CD sometime soon before it wears out.

Stop. Think. Suicide is not the answer.

You may have heard about this latest teen suicide on the news. I live in a neighboring township. I was at the middle school just this past weekend. I run past the high school all the time. I eat at the restraunt that bears his family's name. "Tragedy" doesn't begin to describe it. I didn't know the family, but the community just doesn't seem like a place where this could happen. Stop. Think. Suicide is not the answer. Stop. Think.

An Informal Survey

I've noticed over the last 6 months or so that we have sex most often and more frequently just before "Aunt Flo" comes to visit us each month for a week. I have a hunch that it might be the pheromones she gives off at that time. I hope this isn't too gross of a subject for you. So, male and female readers, if you don't have sex frequently throughout the month, do you recall having it more often just before her period starts as compared to other times of the month?

I've been tagged..."6 Weird Things"

I've been tagged by Mike and Eva

Each player of this game starts with the '6 weird things about you.' People who get tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be tagged and list their names. Don't forget to leave a comment that says 'you are tagged' in their comments and tell them to read your blog."Weird" as defined as "sufficiently different from the norm to make the average reader say 'Huh?" or 'Hmmmm'." Leave out sexual traits, since you know most of them by now, and concentrated on personality quirks that we hope you might find interesting, if not truly deviant. The six lucky (or not) new participants are named at the end of this entry.

This is a tough one - the more blogs I read, the less weird I think I am. Anyway, I list the them here as required.

1. "The details of my life are quite inconsequential... very well, where do I begin? My father was a relentlessly self-improving boulangerie owner from Belgium with low grade narcolepsy and a penchant for buggery. My mother was a fifteen year old French prostitute named Chloe with webbed feet. My father would womanize, he would drink. He would make outrageous claims like he invented the question mark. Sometimes he would accuse chestnuts of being lazy. The sort of general malaise that only the genius possess and the insane lament. My childhood was typical. Summers in Rangoon, luge lessons. In the spring we'd make meat helmets. When I was insolent I was placed in a burlap bag and beaten with reeds- pretty standard really. At the age of twelve I received my first scribe. At the age of fourteen a Zoroastrian named Vilma ritualistically shaved my testicles. There really is nothing like a shorn scrotum... it's breathtaking- I highly suggest you try it." Ok, so I'm not Dr. Evil (or even his son Scott (the Diet Coke of evil)). But I do keep the scrotum shorn and would like to be beaten by Vilma...

2. Crossdressing. Sure, there are a lot of crossdressers out there, more than you might think. I'm not into crossdressing to be able to "pass" in public, nor do I want to be a woman. I enjoy the feeling of wearing women's' clothes. I love the feeling of wearing hosiery, wearing the various styles of panties and bras. I always wear women's panties, and frequently hosiery, under my male clothes. When I wear women's clothes that can be seen in public, it is more of an androgynous look - pants, jeans, simple blouses. Never a dress with two-days growth on my face! lol

3. Maybe I have an OCD (obsessive-compulsive disorder). I should have been an accountant. I keep track of my personal income & expenses every month on a spreadsheet and graph the results & trends. I log all the miles I run every month and keep a running total for the year. I log all the races I run in - distance, time, pace, bib number, and average the results. When I look at Leg Show magazine, I rate every woman's pictorial based on the number of breasts, feet, legs, ass, pussy, and face shots are in each picture. (Tell me that's not weird, lol!) My CD collection used to be in alphabetical order and divided by genre until she started moving things around.

4. My deep, dark fantasies are a bit weird. I've written a few of them here, and there are always lots more floating around in my heads (you know, the one on my shoulders and the one on the end of my cock). Most involve humiliation, submission, bondage, and crossdressing. What I wouldn't do to serve a woman (or women) that treats me like crap all the while wearing women's clothes. I'd also love to do nothing but bring her to (multiple) orgasms while my sexual needs go unfulfilled. This is probably something most people would think "I just don't understand this. wouldn't men want to be the dominant one?" But that's why its on the list.

5. I still like watching Star Trek when I get a chance. I also like watching anime films (or Japanimation to others). Some of the better films are so much better drawn than American films, e.g., Akira, Ghost in the Shell, Wings of Honneamise. And then there's the other stuff that's just fun to watch, e.g., Speed Racer, Neon Genesis Evangelion, Urusei Yatsura, Project A-Ko.

6. I have a fetish for women's feet, women's hosiery-clad legs & feet, and seeing women in nice shoes that display their feet. I'm drawn to them like iron to a magnet. Tease me relentlessly with a glimpses of your legs or feet. Keep me guessing if you are wearing stockings or pantyhose. I'll be putty in your hands. The ultimate pleasure is a footjob after you've allowed me to give you a foot massage.

Rather than pick six others, I'll let the readers take this task upon themselves. Just let me know that you've done it so I can read your list.

Argh! Its been one of those last couple of weeks. Nothing seems to be going completely right. There's always that small detail that is wrong that throws everything off kilter. It is very frustrating to say the least. Just when I think things are going to be completed, something happens and more work is required to finish. I haven't been posting lately due to this. I hope to find more time in the near future. The frustration leads to desires to crossdress more and more, to escape to somewhere to get away from it all for a short time, to have many orgasms. I feel the desire to go beyond wearing the day-to-day panties and hosiery, to go shopping for some new girl-clothes, especially some heels. As soon as I can finish this crap....

Buckeyes 12-0!! #1!!

Did you see The Game?! What a game!! Very evenly matched teams, if you ask me. There were a few times I just about thought victory would be snatched away from Ohio State's hands, but both teams seemed to make game-breaking mistakes that evened it out. Read more about it here. Regardless, there is no doubt who the top ranked team in the nation is: The Buckeyes of The Ohio State University!!

Race report: I ran in the Philly Marathon yesterday. No, not the whole thing (yet). I was part of a rely team. The four members in our team ran legs of 10 miles, 4 miles, 6 miles, and 6.2 miles. I had the 6-mile leg. Not sure what my time was as I wasn't wearing a watch and the time clocks weren't set up near the switching points. I felt like I ran pretty well. So well that, after passing the ID chip to my teammate, I ran the last 6.2 miles to the finish line. Feeling great today! I really enjoy running in these large races. Its fun to run with a lot of people and socialize. What is interesting about running the relay is having fresh legs and running faster than almost everyone else is in the second half of the race. I sometimes felt bad that I was passing people with ease when they were obviously having trouble just to keep going. I will be one of them some day...

Its been a crazy week!! Argh!! I'm too stressed out right now!! I need some private time to "work on things", hint, hint, nudge, nudge, say no more, say no more. It seems like time compresses greatly just before the holidays. Things that were simple before become almost unmanageable. The timelines at work start getting shorter and more activities get added to them.

This weekend is the game. OSU vs. Michigan, both teams undefeated, at "The 'shoe" in Columbus. I have a feeling that I might become busy, again (see above paragraph), to see any or all of the game. This has happened more times than I care to count. Argh!!

The Buckeyes are now 10-0 after beating Illinois last weekend. I didn’t see it as I was out shopping for a new dining room table. This weekend is Northwestern, then that university up north (who’s name I just don’t say in polite company) comes down to Columbus for the final game.

“The Trouble with Tribbles” was the latest remastered Star Trek episode to air. I’m really getting used to the new CGI effects after watching the old versions on DVD. The planets do look a lot better, as do the perspectives from which the ships are filmed (well, they really aren’t “filmed”, but what’s the right word?). If they could somehow make the ships look less CGI-ed, they’ed really have it nailed.

I had a strange dream Saturday night that brings to mind the question “What if?”. I’m writing this down just so I can think it though, so no comments are necessary. It was one of those dreams that involves people from different times of my life that in no way could have known each other or been in the same place in real life. Do you have dreams like these? I have them more often than others. What made this one stand out is that it involved a particular girl that I knew in college. No, not involved like you’re thinking (I wish it did!). In fact, I can’t even remember how she was involved in the dream.

Anyway, when I was in college, we started off in the same class (along the way I switched to the 5-year plan). I knew who she was, and to me, she was absolutely beautiful, had a great personality (very down to earth), was in the top few of the class, and came from a very well-to-do family. (My best friend thought she talked way too much and was just another brainiac to be avoided as they ruined the grading curve for average folks like us.) I admired her from a few rows back in the various classes we took together. I assumed all along that she had no idea who I was. As time went by, we got to be on a first-name basis, but no further as we had different circles of friends. Luckily by her senior year, I was fortunate to spend some time with her at a couple of events where we weren’t with our usual circles of friends. Me, being the shy, low self-esteemed geek, didn’t try to take things any further than just spending those few days hanging out together. At the time I figured that since she would be graduating a year ahead of me and near the top of the class, that she’d not be interested in me. I wish someone would have smacked me up side the head and yelled “Get a clue!!!” (Ironically, my friend that couldn’t stand the brainiacs in the class ahead of us went on to date and marry another one of them. I guess all of my preaching to him that there was no reason to dislike them actually sunk in, lol.)

I lost touch with her after she graduated, and then I moved to another state after my graduation. By chance a couple of years later I went back to the city where I went to school with some friends, and I ran into her at a “First Friday” art gallery crawl that I hadn’t even planned on attending. We talked a bit, and, again, me being a dork, didn’t follow through. She was in law school. Again, I wish someone would have smacked me up side the head and yelled “Get a clue!!!” Long story short, I Googled her and found that she’s married and a very successful lawyer.

So I was thinking yesterday “What if…I had perused her? Where would I be now? What would life be like?” Tough to say. That assumes that she had the same feelings for me back then. Perhaps she did. Perhaps she didn’t. Perhaps she just thought of me as an acquaintance. Perhaps. But then I wouldn’t be where I am now. I would not be blessed with the friends and family I have here. I would not be enjoying the things in life that I now do. I would not be the me that I am. Or perhaps…

One reader asked recently if I'm going to crossdress for Halloween this year. I'm not. I do really want to. I really, really, really want to. I just don't have a party to go to. Over the weekend some friends and I met at a bar to have a "surprise" birthday party for me and the bar had a costume contest that I didn't know about. Had I know, I might have dressed up. There was one guy dressed as a cocktail waitress and the other as a Playboy bunny, both quite comical. And being comical is the key to pulling it off. Had I dressed up and not been, people might have thought that I was much too comfortable and at ease in women's clothes for just Halloween. And I think my outfit would have fit me much better then theirs did.

Oh, and the Buckeyes are 9-0!!!

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I copied this meme from Hiromi:

1. One book that changed your life.
Not really an earth-shattering change, but Dune by Frank Herbert (science fiction) really drove home the concept of conservation and recycling.

2. One Book That You've Read More Than Once.
I can't just stop at one: Dune (and the rest of the series that Frank wrote), The Lord of the Rings series, The Joy of Homebrewing, Cosmos, and a bunch of the '70's Star Trek books.

3. One Book That You'd Want On A Deserted Island: Gardening for One on a Desert Island. No, its not a real book.

4. One Book That Made You Laugh: Sienfeld

5. One Book That Made You Cry.
None that I can think of, although my differential equations math course book in college made me come close to crying in frustration.

6. One Book That You Wish You Had Written.
SPC for the Rest of Us. Its a great book on explaining statistical process control. I'm not a statistician, but this book really made sense of the subject to me.

7. One Book You Wish Had Never Been Written.
Don't know. I'm sure there's one that is so poorly written that it doesn't make any sense to anyone but the author.

8. One Book That You Are Reading Right Now.
I'm between books right now. The next one will be Dune: The Machine Crusade. As I mentioned in a previous post, these new books aren't as great as the originals, but its interesting to see how the stories develop.

9. One Book That You Have Been Meaning To Read.
I've a long list of them. I've read several science fiction "Best of..." Compilations of various authors' short stories that I'd like to read more of some of the authors.

10. Tag five others that you would like to do this meme.
To quote Hiromi "Anyone who's reading this, but please let me know in comments so I can go have a look."

The Buckeyes are now 8-0 after beating Indiana last weekend. I was not able to watch it as it was broadcast on ESPN-U which my cable provider doesn’t. Minnesota is up this weekend, and hopefully it will be on a channel that I receive.

This is going to be a busy weekend as I have two 5K races, one Saturday morning and the other Sunday morning. I haven’t run back-to-back races before, so I’m interested in seeing how I’ll perform on Sunday.

“Arena” was the latest remastered Star Trek episode to aire. I’m getting used to the new CGI effects. Call me a nit-picker, but a blinking Gorn?! Is nothing sacred?! rotflmao