Nick Tosches

There were cunts and there were pussies. Anatomically, I mean. Most women had cunts. Ugly jagged-purfled necrotic folds of livid flesh and tissue to which one all but had to close one’s eyes. They had come to repulse me to the point where I would not enter into them, could not enter into them. But some young ladies had pussies. Alluring bivalves of pink, puffy vibrant flesh that were a pleasure to behold and to smoothly lubriciously, sweetly enter.

-- “Me and the Devil” by Nick Tosches

Mr. Tosches's alter ego/protagonist is suffering a diminishing of his passion and virility. It’s late in the novel and his vampirey moods have drained him.

The Carpets

Hmm, not so bad. I confess the carpets actually look better. I can almost - almost - regret that I didn't have mine cleaned. Maybe Ronny really has the touch. A gifted boy, perhaps.

Good morning, baby!

Home-improvement projects

When I get the newspaper for Pop, he asks, "Have you noticed the door sticking when you open it?"

"No."

You can see that he is looking for more home-improvement projects. Cripes, can I have a break, please?

Kim Kardashian

We have not really covered the Kim Kardashian phenomenon, even though she is a beauty with a legendary body. And it's probably too late now. With pregnancy and mothership, her claim to fame is probably waning fast.

However, things have heated up. There is that spectacular sex tape of Kim, probably the best of the celebrity sex tapes that have come out over the years, and her lover in that tape is kicking up some dust over it.

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Ray J wants Kanye West to know ... when it comes to Kim Kardashian, Kanye's getting sloppy seconds ... because he hit it first.

As you know, Ray J famously had his way with Kim in the epic sex tape, "Kim K Superstar."

TMZ has obtained some of the hysterical lyrics to Ray J's new song, "I Hit It First," which will be released next week ... and they're awesome!

She might move on to rappers and ballplayers
But we all know I hit it first.

I had her head going North and her ass going South
But now baby chose to go West

No matter where she goes or who she knows
She still belongs in my bed.

-- ONTD

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This seems like a promising drama.

PolitiCartoons

For a little while there, I thought PolitiCartoons was going to be my e-communnity to enjoy a little social life, some fun and invigorating back and forth. If not quite on the level of the old Debate Forum on Blurty (making friends and such), I thought it might still be good for some fun.

But it looks like I was kidding myself. I seem to turn people off on some fundamental level. I'm pretty sure it's not just about age; I get the impression that most of the hangers-on at LJ are older folks; it is no longer the cool haven for the college crowds.

I guess I shouldn't be shocked. I understand why I wouldn't click for people in real life. I just continue to harbor the happy illusion that, when it comes to just trading in words and comments, I am as good as anyone, as fun to parley with as anyone. I should know better than that by now.

It's an old lesson. Real life and e-life are no longer different and distinct worlds. So-called e-life is just another medium. If you're nobody in real life, you cannot hope to click online with the cool crowd. For me, the Internet can only be an improved medium for journaling and harvesting information. No friends, no flirtations. Just a very fancy word-processing program.

I may not go completely silent now, but the enthusiasm is gone.

Cats

Well, at least Ash still likes to spend much of the day in the house. I'm afraid that Coco has succumbed to the charms of the great outdoors. At least she and Sammy largely stick to the back yard and the patio.

Ash

What a sweet surprise! I wake up from my nap and see Ash lying on the bed curled up at my feet. Very canine, that.

Air-conditioner filters

Pop comes home with a stack of air-conditioner filters He says, "It's getting to be that time again!"

I cover up my enthusiasm with a cool "Almost."

I suspect Pop is thinking more of Ms. Walker's comfort than anything else. Even so, I always welcome the a-c, the sooner the better and the longer-running the better.

Though, since the storms, the weather has been quite cool, like early spring. But soon, but soon...

An afternoon walk - not

With Pop hanging around the house, and the day being pleasantly sunny and comfy, I was thinking hard about going for an afternoon walk. I feel like I could use the air and exercise, and feeling that I'd rather get it out of my system now than try my luck tomorrow morning.

But at the crucial moment, I wasn't sure what Pop was doing, and I really do want to make some headway on the Wilentz history book (which, remember, I cannot really carry around on my walk). And I am feeling weak - weak, weak, like I may be in the preliminary stages of getting sick.

Quote of the Day

"Do you have a junior high schooler feeding you these attempts at wicked burns?"

-- Oslo

The "Talk Politics" community is not anything like the old "Debate" community, but it does have its own brand of amusing bitchery.

My tummy

I hope those tamales that Pop brought home were not... defective. My tummy is a little nauseous. But then Mexican food is always risky. Nor does it help that I had a big ole pizza for lunch. Since I have not been suffering such ailments as acid reflux, I have been running my stomach pretty hard, as though we were still teenagers and had nothing to fear.

The winds are kicking up

Outside taking care of the cats' food and water. The winds are kicking up. But the skies are as starry clear as can be. There's nothing in the forecast. I'm not anxious. Just a tad bit spooked.

The cats are a little spooked too. They stick close and it was a nice petting session, as we take in the weather trying to make heads or tails of it.

Nevertheless, the cat do not show any interest in coming inside, nor do I really want them inside, if only to improve my chances to enjoy a good night's sleep.