woke up at six

I woke up at six and let the cats out, and I had the happy thought this might be a capital opportunity to go after one of those fabled eight o'clock sleeps. But no. I gave up after only about ten minutes and went in for an early session at my desk with Dickens, which I enjoyed so much and felt so good about that I wonder if I would do well to drop just about all my news harvesting and e-porn in favor of reading and journaling...

Miley

Her face doesn't look problematic here. Quite dreamgirl-like. But did they photoshop that roundness away?

(ONTD)

Madonna and Demi Moore

I guess the entertainment industry want to let the old women have some fun, too. Why should old men be allowed to be part of the main life and not old women?

a nostalgic entry first thing

A slight revision on the plan to do a nostalgic entry first thing after breakfast. I went in for a little reading, but it was not due solely to the seductive power of Dickens and the luxurious cadence of his prose. I remembered that I like to give the laptop an extra half-hour or so of relief from wear and tear, in the happy thought that such sensitive care might give it a longer lifespan. Still, the nostalgic entry will be my first job when getting online, save for a personal entry or two, such as this one, which might even juice up the writing nerves and get the creative fires going, if one may be so optimistic.

June 10, 2003, Tuesday, 2118

Pi claps her hands and smiles broadly, "Oh, goody! A nice evening chat."

Daimon says, "Time filling. So, what do you want to discuss, Monk?"

"I thought that this would be a good opportunity to round off the story of Barbara and Celine."

Daimon says, "I thought that we finished that story already."

"Yeah, but I had to take another look at the matter, and I think that I made an interesting discovery.. I explored more of Celine's various internet journals, and there was one particular entry that shows she likes to think of men as being creepy."

Pi says uncertainly, "Okay, go on."

"She writes of a bike-riding experience. Another man was biking, and he said 'Hi!' She relates that she imagined him wanting to finish his statement and say 'I would like to undress you, little girl.' She said that he looked 'creepy.' She then says that she surprised herself by answering 'Hello,' surprised at her faith in humanity."

Daimon is smiling, "So? What do you make of that?"

"I think that she has a problem with men in general. I imagine arguing whether anyone ever told her about the birds and the bees, that it's normal for men to have sexual feelings about women, saying that she is the one with the problem."

Daimon says, "I'm sure it was smashing in your daydream!"

"I then took another look at her comments, and a suspicion got consolidated in my mind, that she is a lesbian. SHE probably thinks about seeing Barbara naked."

Pi asks, "And how about Barbara? Do you think that she is oblivious to this?"

Monk shakes his head, "No. I think that she may be bisexual. The play clearly goes both ways. Celine keeps saying how much she loves her, and how she even wants her to have her children. And Barbara keeps the game going, with her own lesbian talk and how much she finds Celine to be beautiful."

Daimon asks, "Alright. Do you think that you are now ready to let it drop?"

"Yeah." Monk then adds, "One of the interesting lessons of my Blurty experience is how much lesbianism is out there. But it also occurred to me that Blurty probably isn't a representative sampling. These are probably upper-middle-class women of a more venturous sort. Still, it's been eye-opening."

Daimon asks, "Is that all?"

"Unrelated, Pop is back, and he has the next couple of days off. Interestingly, he spends this evening doing some kitchen work, cleaning up. He seems to be over his weakened state."

Pi says, "I guess this means that we won't be chatting so freely for a couple of days."

Monk nods, "That's probably true. But I should at least get more reading done."

Daimon says, "Sure, more time away from the computer, AND more time without masturbating!" Pi falls over laughing. But then Daimon adds, "No, I don't think that we should leave this without getting out one of your less obvious disappointments about this. You were hoping that she might be the one to get you over the hurdle into becoming proficient in how to have and use icons and pictures, yes? But now that little dream remains far off over the horizon."

Monk turns away slumping, and Pi comes over and gives him a little kiss on the cheek, "It's okay."

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(1630)

90dgF. The weather is clear and we are now drying out.

Current Music: Simone's Backroom Facial

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January 15, 2012

I was thinking about leaving this entry behind. The drama over Sarah and her friend hardly seems worth three entries, but what is a little more copy and paste, and there are a number of interesting tidbits in it. I took to renaming Sarah as Barbara, for disguise, and calling her critical friend by the name of Celine, which I'm sure is a disguise as well. (Remember, I was even disguising Bo as Little Bear during my early blogging days.) For the record, I'm doubtful Sarah is her real name.

As for the last part about icons and pictures, it took me a while to figure out what I meant when I wrote those words down back in the early summer of 2003. At first, I thought it was about getting instructions on how to use icons and pictures, but I realized that I was focusing on her local residence, with the idea that she could show me how to do these things in person, because I assumed that there was no way I would be able to translate written or oral instructions into successful practice, and I could not ask Jack and Jill for help on my personal blog. I am still not Mr. Web Expert, but it is satisfying to reflect on how far I have gone with my e-skills.

...

For fun, I have spent a few minutes thinking about what I would like to learn now, if I could get some personal attention. I still don't know how to use a scanner, and it has occurred to me that when it comes to book-blogging, a scanner could save my projects when it comes to texts that are not available and copy-able online. For instance, when it comes to Nabokov's "Lolita", I might very well like to quote up to three-quarters of that finely woven prose, but I cannot type all that out. It might be a tremendous help to be able to scan a page here and there and save the pictured text for my book-blogging use. Of course, friendship and sex would be great too, but as things are, computer assistance by itself is beyond reasonable expections.

finished my nostalgiic entry

Well, how about that? I finished my nostalgiic entry and lunch time is still a good half-hour away. The piece of work proved to be a little involved, though. I had to step outside for a few minutes for some cool, fresh air, to reboot my nervous system.

the Big Room

I'm reading in my bathroom, kind of anxious about getting the Big Room back. Pop went into the kitchen at eleven-forty-five, putting on the TV and talking on the phone, and I was then stressed over getting chiseled out of the kitchen to cook my hamburger. When Pop said that he wasn't going to cook, but only wanted to watch a football game, I happily gave up the big room to takeover the kitchen. But I've now had my nap too, and I'm hoping Pop is not looking to take the afternoon shift in the Big Room, too.

June 11, 2003, Wednesday, 0738

Daimon approaches shaking his head, "You are still doing it, aren't you Monk?"

Pi wonders, "What?"

Daimon holds out a hand in Monk's direction, "Talking to people on Blurty. Last night, not long after our discussion. Hopeless!"

Monk shrugs, "I'm anonymous. And it's not like she's one of those dream girls that lead me hanging out in fantasy. Just another one of those chance things. Carol can write and she is an open adult woman."

_ _ _

Carol wrote about her experience as some kind of caretaker in a hospital facility, where she is "adult sitting." She closes, "Question of the night, besides the obvious one which is: IS anyone reading this besides me? What would you do if you were sitting in the uncomfortable chair in the room with someone that can potentially hit you over the head with something in order to get the hell out of here?"

Under the Anonymous cover in his self-appointed bid to encourage people to write, Monk says, "Sure, people read these things. You might be surprised by how many people have less lives. As for your question, I probably couldn't hold down the job, but then I don't seem able to hold down any job. And I love your hot icon!"

After some delay of a couple of days, with the loneliness apparently overcoming her aversion to the idea of a man who cannot keep a job, she replies, "Well, it's good to see that there is life in the world and not just in my head. And thanks! That icon is of my idol."

Monk says, "No, doll, you're not alone in your head. We are all in this madness together. It just feels like loneliness."

She is part of the Weight Watchers program. The icon is of a busty, mature, sassy brunette baring cleavage and midriff. Monk doesn't know the celebrity.

_ _ _

(0631)

A warmish 78dgF. Heavily overcast. A lot more bird droppings, more cleaning off.

Current Music: Anxious Bird Song

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January 15, 2012

An open adult woman? I wonder if I meant 'an open, adult woman' or 'an openly adult woman'. I suspect the answer is the former, but the latter would be more noteworthy and more worthy of congratulations for our primate-protagonist.

I don't think I ever made myself known to her, and I doubt her blog ever caught on, even if Blurty had some real social cachet at the time. However, she probably has since caught the Facebook wave and is doing fine, and is doubtlessly enjoying a richer e-life than I am.

chocolate milk

I felt like eating a little something this afternoon, but I don't have the appetite for a full snack, which is just as well, since I have already had my two cokes. Then I saw the chocolate milk in the refrigerator, still fresh and unopen.

The only problem: I think I do have a lactose problem. I can almost count on having a little trouble with my bowel movement if I take in the chocolate milk. When I used to make a daily habit of the chocolate milk, the condition seemed to get better, as though my body can make some adjustment to the new intake, but when I first start taking it in, that's when I can rightfully feel a little nervous about what I am doing to myself.

In any case, I have it chilling in the freezer now, and I will take my chances. Maybe I'll even preface it with a banana. A little health-kick, monkey-knight style.

two steaks

Maybe I shouldn't fight Pop too hard over his tendency to get me two steaks on grocery day. I just finished off the second one, topped with rice. It is quite a luxury; why not wallow in the decadence? And that is one more night off for Swanson.

TV shows

In the back of my mind, I toy with the issue of what TV shows to get on DVD. For instance, I am thinking that I may even get season one of "Police Woman" starring Angie Dickinson before getting "The Shield". Another show that came to mind tonight is Michael Landon's "Highway to Heaven", and I was strongly tempted to run with that idea, but I see in the Amazon reviews that they only have an edited version, that is, the syndicated episodes. the shows were cut to allow for more commercials. So, I don't think I will be getting that.

below a thousand items

Whoa, I just noticed that I have fallen below a thousand items on my Reader. Not too bad for a guy who is supposedly ready to delete all his porn and drop all this stuff.