It’s Wednesday,and I’m finally recovered from the weekend. Between Kelly’s birthday, both girlfriends being in town, and entertaining about thirty people on Sunday, it’s been exhausiting…

Tomorrow I get to talk to a new plastics manufacturer about manufacturing the cases for my new sex toy. Very cool!

Tomorrow is Kelly’s birthday. Andrea and Michelle will both be in town to celebrate…yay! I feel like I’m the one getting the birthday present. 🙂

We’re having a party tomorrow and hosting a meeting of PolyTampa on Sunday. So the house will be packed with people all weekend long. It should be a fun weekend.

Well, things are finally starting to get back to normal. The TV news stations are finally talking about things other than Osama bin Fuckhead and his band of merry men.

So now the loonies are creeping out of the woodwork. You know, the ones who say “The US government actually staged these attacks, so that they can declare martial law.” (Hello, look around, no martial law declared…) Or the ones saying “We should exterminate all Muslims.” (Sure…and while we’re at it, we should exterminate all Christians because of those looney-tunes who bomb women’s clinics, right?)

And ultimately, besides killing a bunch of people, the attacks accomplished nothing. Buildings destroyed: 2. Lives lost: Several thousand and counting. Economic damage: $20 billion and counting. Effect on the US position as the dominant superpower in the world: A big, fat zero.

“Atrocity is recognized as such by victim and perpetrator alike, by all who learn about it at whatever remove. Atrocity has no excuses, no mitigating argument. Atrocity never balances or rectifies the past. Atrocity merely arms the future for more atrocity. It is self-perpetuating upon itself–a barbarous form of incest. Whoever commits atrocity also commits those future atrocities thus bred.”
–Frank Herbert

The Rules for Life

Never play pool with anyone named after a city (eg, “Philadelphia Jones”).

Never go to bed with anyone who has a tattoo of a dagger on any part of their body.

Never sleep with anyone crazier than you are.

If someone approaches you with the intention of doing you good, RUN.

If someone says “It’s not the money, it’s the principle of the thing,” it’s the money.

True love doesn’t conquer all.

Money can buy happiness–or at least, make the pursuit of happiness a whole lot easier.

The police are not your friends. The law is not there for you.

If someone says “You’re right, I think we shouldn’t sleep together any more–let’s just be friends,” they still want to sleep with you.

“Art for art’s sake” is the philosophy of the well-fed.

More evil is done by people who genuinely believe they are good than by people who know they are wicked.

People are not basically good. Nor are they basically evil. People are basically selfish.

Cheaters sometimes win. Winners sometimes cheat.

Crime does pay. If you do it right, it pays very, very, very well.

Money can buy you love. And the beauty of it is, you don’t even have to part with the money to get the love.


Went to PolyCentral today, a meeting for polyamorous people in central Florida.

Found out I’ve been drafted to help write a poly-oriented newsletter. Imagine my surprise.

Not two days after scarlete finally nagged me into starting a journal here. As if I didn’t have enough on my plate already.

Damn you, Scarlete. Damn you and your meddlesome LiveJournal obsession!