Still No Cure For Cancer

May 22, 2004 issue of Science News reported that Japanese scientists have just created a mouse with two mothers but no father. There is a lot of science techno-babble that I do not want to get into right now since it is 1:30 in the morning. I just do not know what this means for us men. Should we be buying mothers day cards in bulk now. I do not think I can do that. I really hate Hallmark. Let us not forget that when Anna Jarvis, the woman who started mothers day, died in 1948, she died childless.

Back to the mice. I know that that right now there are republicans who are trying to pass a constitutional amendment that would declare a legal union only be between a men and mouse. Is it so bad. Are men really that bad?
What could be wrong with the male population in the world that has a trickle down effect into the order of rodentia? Are there so many dead beet dads that we would have to remove dads from the world entirely? I don't really want children but don't but me out of the loop... I know I have my flaws. I know that I am not a saint. Or am I...


Extra Reading

Haiku -- 040121.123453

Bitter winter cold...
Despising the cutting wind...
For you... I love snow...
-- 040121.123453

If you have not noticed the "free&clear" link on the right then you have not been paying attention... Oh by the way I provided the link for those who can't make a haiku.


Extra Reading

Face/Off: Selected Scene

He walked in and sat down in the leather chair. He slowly lowered himself into the chair. He led the cigarette in his mouth with his lips. He was too cool to pull the cigarette out of his mouth to try to exhale the smoke out.

As soon as he sat down he let a puff of smoke escape his mouth. With the cigarette held in the middle of his mouth the let the smoke out of the sides.

The woman looked at him as he walked and smiled to herself. She looked at him in his burgundy shirt and his silk suit. Burgundy. The fabric of the shirt was wonderful all on it's own. Egyptian silk. So smooth that she wanted to to touch it and just run her fingers along the material. The suit was was made specifically for him. One of those suits that takes three fittings to get right and that costs five thousand dollars. He wore red sunglasses with golden frames that were perfectly crafted to fit his straight face. She liked his attitude. Everything in his attire seemed to be deigned specifically for him. The golden Scarab cuff links were the perfect complement anything else that was metal on him. His watch and even belt buckle was matched perfectly to each other.

He put his arms at his side and threw his head back. Like a brat he spoke through the cigarette in his mouth.

"Let's go. Let's go. I'm bored. Let's go."

He said it quick and in one breath. He was above taking an unnecessary breath.

She came up to him and give him his fifty dollar a glass Brandy. She said, "Here you go."

All the said was, "Bravo." Once again he spoke holding the cigarette in between his lips.

Then he asked him if he would like anything else. At that point he finally noticed her and proceeded to pull the cigarette out of his mouth but pinching it with the index and middle finger of his left hand. He looked at her through the red sunglasses and it seemed like he could undress her his eyes.

He did not have to think of his response but he did pause for dramatic effect. He wanted to have a long enough pause so she could really pay attention to what he was about to say. He smiled at her and gave out a low moan as he told her what he wanted.

"A peach..."

She was a little surprised by that answer. He looked up at her and tapped his knee with his left fingers, while still hold in the cigarette.

"Sit."

He continued to tap his knee until until she turned around and began to sit on his left knee.

Then he brought the cigarette to his mouth so he could could wrap his arm around her waist when she sat on his knee. He loved a woman in a business suit. A business suit on a woman was like the door that has a fire on the other side. It's like they were waiting for someone to pull the chord and set them free.

As she sat down he moved the glass of Brandy from his right hand to his left. As he did that she could feel the strength of his embrace. She smiled at him as she felt his control over her. He could control her mind and deep inside she wanted him to control her body.

He lifted his right hand up can and but the cigarette between his middle and index finger. He inhaled a lung full of smoke. He could feel the minty flavor of the cigarette in his mouth. Like spearmint. That is what Marlboro Menthol Light tastes like. The taste on his lips were bitter and sour at the same time. He could feel his tongue become raspy as the smoke travel through his system.

"You know I can eat a peach for hours."

He spoke nice and slow. He spoke giving just the right inflection to the sentence he had just delivered letting it sink into her mind. He wanted her to know, and she did know, that he was not really talking about a peach and that he was willing to consume her. She smiled and looked down. She did not want to look at him in the eye. She was not sure what she would do if she tried to look at him. He turned his head to the side and let all the smoke out through his mouth. Once again the minty bitter taste flowed over his tongue.

He turned to look at her again. She had her eyes closed.

By this time he had, both, the glass of Brandy and his cigarette in his right hand. He was waving them in the air as if he was controlling them like he was controlling her.

He turned his head to the left and used his hand to lower this glasses down to the tip of his nose. Now he could look at her and she could see into his eyes. They held her mind for a few moments. He could do that. Thats is why she originally did not want to look into his eyes. She was actually thankful that he was wearing the sunglasses but now was staring straight at her and she had to give him her undivided attention.

"Um."

Now he pretended to struggle with his words.

"Come. Come here."

He quietly asked to to come closer.

She leaned in close to him. She could feel his entire chest up against her. Every ripple on his body translated right through the silk shirt onto her. She smiled wider the more she of his body she felt against her.

Now he stared straight into her eyes. He knew exactly what that stare would do to her. He knew exactly that his voice was sending shivers down her spine.

"If I were to send you flowers... Where would I..."

He stopped and smiled at her. He laughed a little ans some more cigarette smoke escaped his mouth. He shook his head as if he was trying to get his thoughts straight. As if shaking his head would let the all the loose thought out.

He started over again. All she could do was lean closer to him. She wanted to hear each and every word that was escaping from his mouth.

"Wait let me rephrase."

Now she was inches from his face. She could feel the heat of his voice on her lips.

"If I were to... let... you suck... my tongue..."

Once again he paused for dramatic effect. She was captivated.

"Would you be grateful..."


Extra Reading

Wrote This A While Back... Not How I Feel...

Imagine a man who gets home from work and is so troubled by what happened at work that he is filled with rage when he comes home. But there is nothing to do about it. There is nothing to exert his force on. No physical anything to consume him so he can get his anger out. No nail to drive. No ball to throw. No street to run so he can get rid of his his anger.

But...

But there is the boy. He comes home and unleashes his anger on the boy. Not physically. He does so mentally. He uses his sharp mind and his whip tongue to destroy a self esteem. He needs to get his anger out somehow and this is as good as any.

The boy now carries the burden of anger. Like atlas he bears anger on his shoulders and must carry it where ever he goes. People wonder why he is so quiet and moves so slowly. Well it's because the weight is more then he can bear.

So unleashes it. There is a little puppy in the yard. So the boy walks up to the puppy and kicks it. For no apparent reason but because he needs to. He needs to get the anger out. A few swift blows the the dog and he is spent. His anger is gone and the boy can sleep like a child. Just the way he is supposed to.

But the puppy... I am the puppy.


Extra Reading

Edits In My Life

Nothing Compares 2 U -- Zro Edit

It's been seven hours and fifteen days
Since u took your love away
I go out every night and sleep all day
Since u took your love away
Since u been gone I can do whatever I want
I can see whomever I choose
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
But nothing
I said nothing can take away these blues
`Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares 2 u
It's been so lonely without u here
Like a bird without a song
Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling
Tell me baby where did I go wrong
I could put my arms around every [girl] I see
But they'd only remind me of you
I went to the doctor n'guess what he told me
Guess what he told me
He said [boy] u better have fun
No matter what u do
But [she's] a fool
`Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares 2 u
All the flowers that u planted, sugar
In the back yard
All died when u went away
I know that living with u baby was sometimes hard
But I'm willing to give it another try
Nothing compares
Nothing compares 2 u


Extra Reading

http://www.prune-this.com

My friend tells me that I am a selfish, possessive bastard... but I can not help it. It's who I am.


Extra Reading

Who Am I?

Ok so we all know about the war in the Middle East and for the longest time I have hated this war... I have always been against it and I have told everyone that would listen... Here at the bank there is this one person who has always been talking about how it was a good thing we went to was and that we should be there finding the terrorist and the weapons of mass destruction... I really did not want to mention that they are now "Weapons of Mass Destruction Related Activities." According to the Bush Administration... We went through this whole thing during the elections about how Bush is the right person for the job and so on and so on.

But today she found out that someone that used to work at the bank died over there. Now I feel bad when ever one person dies... but now she was talking about how the war is wrong and she called it the new Vietnam. Funny this person just a few months ago was singing a totally different tune. Well I ask her about her about her opinion before the death of this person... boy does she get snippy. She says that I am not quoting her right and so on... Well, as like always when I paraphrase, I really don't care... I am just annoyed that now her opinion is totally different... what does that say about the people who support this war. I read an article that over 1400 people have died, not since the start of this war, but since our president landed on a flight carrier claiming all major conflicts had ended there...

What does this say about me? I do not want to turn this into an "I told you so" situation but have the courage to stand up to what you believe in... don’t change your mind have way through... at least don't point out the fact that our last presidential candidate did that and he was unfit to run our country because of it...

Someone once told me that if "You are under 25 and a conservative then you are heartless but if you are over 40 and a Liberal then you are foolish." Will I change my mind one day? WHAT DOES THAT SAY ABOUT ME?

On the same none a wise woman told me this today: People are human and being human we are flawed. It we were perfect, life would be shorter and less interesting. I feel bad because when you know the person directly, it hurts more. In history books the best way to get out of recession (depression) was to go to war because then all your resources are being used. It unifies in a way. People change their opinion based on new information. If you couldn’t change your opinion, more people would be walking around with some very stupid hairdos.

On the same note a wise man told me this: Remember that half the population has below average intelligence.


Extra Reading