From Mel, originally from Pomgirl.

Go to Wikipedia and search the month and day you were born, the year is not important, then post three facts, two births and one death.

Facts:
1610 - Galileo Galilei discovers Callisto, 4th moon of Jupiter. A great man devoted to the expansion of human knowledge...the first to "boldly go"
1957 - Wham-O Company produces the first Frisbee. And the future happiness of my good mate A is assured.
1968 - Johnny Cash records his landmark album At Folsom Prison live at Folsom State Prison. This photo really says it all ~grin~

As a side for those still following the Julian Calendar this day marks New Years Eve ~grin~ Just in case my birth wasn't reason enough to celebrate.

Births:
1911 - Joh Bjelke-Petersen, Premier of Queensland. With politics somewhere to the right of Attila the Hun, I just love the irony that we share the same Birthday.
1972 - Nicole Eggert, American actress. "Charles in Charge" and my puberty was made so much the richer thanks to the...erm...charms of Ms. Eggert.

Deaths:
1929 - Wyatt Earp, Western Lawman. And the man without whom the Gunfight at the OK Corral and the spin off movies would have been a bit less brutal.

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Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 13 comment(s)

What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?

Rob, High Fidelity
Nick Hornby

…the music itself doesn’t necessarily lead to cutting, but there’s something that gets stimulated by the music that can lead to cutting...

Linda Rabinowitz, Norwestern University.

So does music follow the emotion or does music drive it?

I have what would be considered a fairly eclectic music collection, everything from Praise and Worship to Metal and beyond, and yes I even have my fair share of Country…it would be unusual for me to not have iTunes playing either on random or on the play list that currently takes my fancy…but I do wonder does music drive our feelings?

I have only ever been in one relationship where we had a song, and that is probably because I have always liked Garth Brooks and when we kissed for the first time he was on the stereo, and so it was easy to remember. So it is not without a smile of irony that I note the 3rd track on Ropin’ the Wind is “What she’s doing now” a song about heartache and loss and a metaphor for the relationship that was completely lost on me at the time, and yet now seems so poignant. And when I say I have only every been in one relationship in which there was an “our” song, this also probably has lots to do with my lack of attention when it comes to details like this...I am equally sure that in the past, partners would say we had a song…just don’t ask me to recall it…I guess I’m a bit like that with clothes…

“Honey you remember what I wore the first time we went out” will usually illicit the response “Baby, you could have been dressed in hessian, and still been a vision” cause in truth, like most guys, usually I don’t have a bloody clue.

Oh and the last time I first-kissed a woman, for the record: Tan heeled boots, tan long pants (tight) and I am going to guess a black (with stripe) sweater…and honestly the fact that I can remember even that is a surprise to me, and tribute to her affect on me, since my mind was focused totally on how great it was kissing her, and how much I wanted it to be a kiss to remember.

But music, often described as poetry set to a beat…does it drive our emotions…for example what would my almost constant listening to the LOTR soundtrack while Blogging tell someone more intune to the inner workings of the psyche than I? Does listening to a Rock/Country mix that features AC/DC, Def Leppard and Trick Pony on the same play list all while drinking beer and grilling myself a steak reveal too much about me? Does it tell of my mood, that I choose that list, or did the list create my mood? (Ok in that instance a 6 pack of Corona definitely helped ~grin~)

It is no secret that musicians want to connect with their audience, the tapping into a “I get this” feeling is what makes a non-Brittany Spears song successful, but I do wonder at those for whom songs on the radio hold a special place, that they can remember event in their lives on the whim of a DJ…which is something I can’t do…unless I have chosen it, then it is just random chance, mere coincidence…which is not to say it can’t drive my emotion, but surely the songs I chose are more likely to control my disposition?

Personally I think it’s a bit symbiotic, in that they both support each other…in that music can bouy our mood and yet it can also sink it…yet more oft it is the mood driving the music, the haunting tones of melody and lyric, the uplifting praise and beat, can and does alter us as easily as any psychotropic drug…Keith Urban’s (I told you I had my fair share of Country) song “Song for Dad” is either enough to get me thinking about home, or if the mood is, for whatever reason, melancholy and homesick, it is probably the only song ever to be able to bring me to tears…each case depends on whether the mood precedes the emotion or the emotion precedes the music?

Oh, and for some stupid reason, Tiffany’s “I think were alone now” and Debbie Gibson’s “Shake your Love” are the music memories that I can most readily recall from my time as a Cordie, and I can only justify this by saying my CSM was in love with Debbie so we all had to be in love with Debbie…and if that just isn’t a sad indictment or proof that emotion and music are just random collisions in life, then I don’t know what is?

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Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 11 comment(s)

This week's indulgence is proudly brought to you by the Blokes at the Pub with the generous support of Bacardi Rum, with a relaxing easing introduction, or maybe that should be meal in a glass provided by Guinness and with a lovely indulgence, served by Girl Friday.(nsfw)

Strawberry Daiquiri

Ingredients
Ice
90ml Bacardi Rum
Dash of Strawberry Liquer
Dash of Sugar Syrup
60ml Lime Juice
Couple of double handfuls of strawberries

Instructions
Chuck it all in a blender
Add Ice to measure
Turn on blender
Add straw and drink ~grin~

Cocktail provided by Giggles.

Guinness

4.8% alc/vol

Often mistaken for "mother's milk", rumours of this nectar being used to ween babies are actually not rumours and in fact have been verified by independant sources. From a creamy head, imprinted in the tackiest of faux-Irish bars with a shamrock*, the "black stuff" as it is known, slowly settles, and begs patience before imbibing. A malty taste, smoothy and creamy, slight sweetness to the lips and a lingering tail that leaves the taste buds begging for more.

Be warned this godly drink truly is a meal in a pint, and many a power drinker has succumbed to it's stomach expanding and filling qualities. Best enjoyed with friends, but if one must, a man who drinks a Guiness solo is always with a friend.

* My father, gifted with the Blarney actually convinced a visiting US exchange student that to drink a whole pint before the shamrock disappeared into the foam was good luck...and evil man, my father. ~grin~

Disclaimer: The Blokes at the Pub would like to offer no thanks at all to the management of the Wala Wala bar for their assitance in testing these libations.

Note: Indy is currently taking e-mail submissions for readers favorite cocktails, with a caveat, any cocktail involving Malibu or Cream will be viewed with suspiscion. The Malibu cause it is just a travesty who's inventer should be lined against the wall, and the cream...ermm...simply because I am not pro-cream cocktail. (There might even be a double meaning there...not that there is anything wrong with that) ~grin~

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Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 17 comment(s)

And thus lies the only truth of your first date, you are being judged. And the sad truth is that 9 times out of 10 you will be being found wanting. So while I wouldn’t say I was the most experienced man when it comes to the fairer sex, I would be lying to say that in my XX number of years I have not learnt a thing or two, (lets make that five or seven things) about keeping women happy and how they…judge us as mere men. So this is my take on how us men may be found wanting…

Did he dress well for the date?
She is hoping that you will put some energy and effort into your dress and grooming. Just like you look to how she has dressed, she does the same. Effort in grooming and dress demonstrates respects and interest…if you like her to be dressed well, you should expect her to desire the same, anything less just shows you really aren’t that into her.

Is he deppressed? Does he stare at my breasts?
Basically if you are a total ass-wipe she is trying to work this out…yes, she expects you to glance at her breasts, especially if her clothing choice is in anyway cleavage baring…but don’t leer…look/glance…admire, and if she smiles when you look back into her eyes, you have been busted…smile, laugh, and most times she will too….after all she said yes to the date, she already likes you it’s just up to you to not fuck it up. Ohh and do not talk about your ex, now is not the time to vent how she screwed you over.

Is he like my ex?
You really can’t do anything about this save pray that you are the manifestation of all that was good in him and recognized by her, and that you were hiding behind the door when the angels handed out all his bad qualities…my advice (for what it’s worth) by 200% honest, it saves so much heart ache in the long run, since let's be honest, while she is gauging you against the ex-bastards in her life you are doing exactly the same thing with the ex-bitches.

Can he talk about himself and listen to me?
Ask questions about her and her life…you are not as interesting as you think you are, sure the guys at the pub are held captive by your stories of life in college/the army/the fire brigade (ok they usually like those ones) but the girl is not…you are not that interesting…it sucks to find it out, but honestly, look in the mirror…nope I mean really look…nope, not like that, look closer, why would a woman as hot as she ever want to get naked with a guy like you? (if you ever work this out I want to know the answer, cause I still can't figure it out) The truth is she will carry 80% of the conversation just ensure your 20% is about something real, and ask her real questions.

Is he open to a relationship but not needy?
Most women really want a guy who is at a point in his life where he is available for not just a relationship, but for her…so admit it, unless you are a slut, you want exactly the same. So don’t pine, don’t appear desperate…just let her know you are at a place that could include her if she proves to be perfect for you…make her work for you, after all she will be making you work for her, so have some pride and sell high.

Closely followed by…

Does he have the potential to be a good father?
Unless she is looking for some hard all-night once only loving, she will be asking this question…even if as Wombat (read here and here) say’s it’s completely subconscious…again you can’t do anything about it, she either wants to breed with you or she doesn’t…the easiest way to make her want to, is let her believe it will be her loss if she doesn’t.

And…

Does he make me feel understood and appreciated?
This is simple, if you do not know her dreams, her ambitions and her politics you can safely say you have failed this. Ask more questions? Nope not those questions…she is not a reconditioned carby for an 82 Hilux she is a living and breathing gorgeous curvaceous woman, and if do not take an interest in her, where she stands, and what she desires then you chances of ever playing “hide the sausage” just hit zero.

Beyond the above advice I have only one thing to say to all guys out there…be honest…not honest like you are on the golf course or in the pub or when downloading episodes of BSG from bitTorrent, rather be more honest than you are even to yourself…she deserves it, and believe it or not so do you.

Category: Dating
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Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 19 comment(s)

“…don’t make it about you…”

Elle @ Bitch pulled out my Weave

I have been guilty of this; probably more oft than I would want or even care to admit, but I guess I’m not alone in this. I think the self centering of feelings, the shift of moment to one based on your experience is the “indulgence” of those very used to having to deal with only self…added to which it really does run contrary to the male genetic code to fix things, even if they aren’t broken.

Maybe it’s just me, but as I examine many past, I’ll label them “conflicts”, that have happened it has been very often someone (not always me) taking the ego-centric stance…to which I have to wonder are we truly that self-centered that when another puts forward an opinion that we place ourselves in the middle…is it that we want it to all about us, or is it simply that our first reaction to something is based on our own experience which by it’s nature is self-centering?

I guess the secret to successfully not self centering is to let go of the defensiveness and the reactionary desire to “up the ante” and rather than meet gripe with gripe learn to shelve your frustrations for another time…this means you deal with one issue at a time…and hopefully avoid the reactionary stuff and tangents, from which most conflict and relationship fights are born.

They say the secret to fighting well, is first and foremost avoid using words like “all”, “never” and “always” or any other such explicit finality, maybe the secret to truly supporting your lover is forgetting “I” and to just listen…to accept that sometimes the most needed thing between those closest is the ability to vent, to relax, to let go and to know that it is safe to do so…and while sometimes the issue raised is about the “us” more often it is verbalized frustration leveled at the interactions and reactions of others outside.

They say the hardest thing for someone to do is to learn to put others ahead of themselves, and while I can see this, and have failed at it, I have to think that learning to put another first is a pretty powerful demonstration of caring and love…

…cause it’s not always ~grin~ about you.

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Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 14:30 12 comment(s)

This week's indulgence is proudly brought to you by the Blokes at the Pub with the generous support of Makers Mark Bourbon, with a relaxing easing introduction provided by the master brewers at Stella Artois and too top off this weeks lovely indulgence, we can all wish it was served by Girl Friday.(nsfw)

Makers Mark Manhattan

Ingredients
Ice
2 oz of Maker's Mark Bourbon
Splash of bitters
3/4 oz Sweet Vermouth
Splash of maraschino cherry juice
2 cherries

Instructions
Combine the vermouth, whiskey, bitters, cherry juice and ice in a mixing glass. Stir gently. Place the cherry in a chilled cocktail glass and strain the whiskey mixture over the cherry.

Cocktail provided by Bated Breath. Thanks Trix. ~grin~

Stella Artois

5.2% alc/vol

This Belgium golden pilsner has a rich and creamy aroma with a malty mid palate. A beer with a spicy hop bitterness and yet remains clean and crisp with a dry finish.
Like most lighter coloured beers it tastes bloody awful as it gets warm, so I recommend ordering it smaller measures if you live like I do in a hot clime, or stop savouring it, and just chug it down faster, especially if it's your shout?

Note: Indiana is a registered Makers Mark Ambassador, and would encourage you to all give up the swill you are usually drinking, forgo the dreaded Coke additive, and learn to drink whisky as the good Lord intended: neat...or if you live in a really hot country with ice only.

Disclaimer: The Blokes at the Pub would like to offer no thanks at all to the management of the Wala Wala bar for their assitance in testing these libations.

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Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 8 comment(s)

Note: I wrote this post several months ago, in response to something I read in a similar vein and it has sat waiting for a time when the bombarding thoughts racing through my mind failed to translate through fingers and keys. Revisiting it was interesting process, a slight clean up here or there, and a clarification where a point got a bit longwinded, but this list is as valid today as the day I wrote it. I also noted that I never listed looks, which means at the time I wrote it I was feeling a tad deep and not my usual shallow self, but then do I really need to mention looks since lets be honest, if I don't find her attractive all the rest don't matter.

So this is what it takes for me to consider "forever" with someone...

Affirming…this world delights in taking someone’s dreams and crushing them, people delight in muck-raking and tramping on others, I do not need you to be on the side of the world in this, it is more than capable of destroying what esteem I do have. I need you to be on my team…if you would rather cheer for the world, then you shouldn’t be sitting with me on the bleachers.

Reliable…if I cannot rely on you, then what is the reason we are together. I will call when I say, nothing save death would make me stand you up (and even this has never been tested). You expect reliability from me, is there anything wrong with me expecting it in return.

Integrity…if you cannot be 100% honest, then don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out. Yes, we all have pasts, I do not need to know all the details unless it affects us in the present or possibly some future…you will be surprised at what I can accept as “past”, but if you lie to me about one thing I will assume you are lying about everything. I have been cheated on in the past and while I basically believe we are all honest it still takes me a very long time to trust completely, but I want to believe I can do this.

Communication…I believe I can communicate about anything, this is not an open license to bring everything up, nor is it a license to just blurt out whatever you want. I accept that this will happen and words can often become the enemy of resolution; however I do expect you to try as hard as I am, and accept that I cannot be wrong about everything, and that my perspective has at least as much validity as yours…somewhere in the middle is the probably best path.

Importance…while I do not have to be the centre of your world, if I am not close to it, then what is the point in us being together. I do expect this to translate into allowing the world to know we are an us, this will mean some PDA and meeting your friends and family, I will not accept being kept a secret…I have existed in relationships where on two hands you couldn’t count the number of people higher up the list than me…I will not do it again.

Sexual/Sensual…I like sex. Physical intimacy is very important to me for the two way demonstration of the commitment and sharing that exists between two people. I can talk openly about sex, and I believe an adventurous and mutually satisfying sex life is important to a healthy and long lasting relationship. If your idea of good sex is a Sunday morning romp in the missionary position, then I am not the guy for you…I have had relationships where if asked I would say the sex was “ok”, never again.

Fidelity…I can keep my cock in my pants, that means I expect you to be able to keep your legs closed…and while we are on the subject I believe kissing (and I’m not talking European greetings) is being unfaithful.

Respecting…I will offer you the same respect you show me. Each time you don’t respect me, my respect for you diminishes…this is a fluid thing, but like trust it is easier to lose than regain. I will not sit you on a pedestal I will however place you as my equal, until you demonstrate or show me otherwise…I accept that there are things you will be much better at than me and have nothing to do being male or female, I expect you to accept the same.

Technorati Tag: The Dogs Name, Dating, Women, What it Takes

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 15:00 14 comment(s)

Some rituals are to be enjoyed…the visual splendour or a woman rolling stockings up her legs to attach to her garters…the process of her make up, each step delicately perfected to the simplest movement. And guys, we also have rituals, the process of changing a tyre, the steps we have either through trial and error, or at the patient hands of an AA manual or our father, or possibly mother have made our own…and then there is the ritual, or is it chore of shaving…

…for while a few days of jowl bristled growth lends a certain rugged appeal, worn by models and actors in Lost…the truth is it is the clean lines, the smooth cheeks that a woman loves as you slow dance with her across a room of envying onlookers or slowly discover the wonders that are hers alone, and best explored with lips and kisses…

So, the 22 min perfect shave begins in the shower, and surprisingly ends there…

…in the evening…

…the trick is to shave well enough, and taking enough time that come morning you’re still smooth. The trick is too embrace the ritual…

1. Pour yourself a nice measure of Whisky…though if you prefer wine, cognac, brandy or even something creamy, think Baileys, these too will suffice…the trick here is to get ready to relax, take your time and enjoy, no embrace the ritual.
2. Shower. Hot with steam…the goal is to really get clean.
3. Use a facial cleanser, lather that stuff up and scrub your face…close your eyes and really work that stuff all over your face…but make sure you really scrub where the razor will touch.
4. Rinse.
5. Use a shaving brush…a good camel hair bristled variety to really work the shaving cream into a circular lather. Again cover everywhere a razor will meet.
6. Relax take a sip of your poison, and let the lather soften the hair, 5 min ought to do it.
7. It’s your face, you have passed a razor over it more than once, shave with the grain…which means down…start at your temples, and with slow over lapping strokes remove the hair…rinse the blade between each pass, possibly even more than once…work your way carefully around the curves of your face being careful as you get near your lips…HINT: She won’t kiss you if you have a big bloody scar on them…sorry to be the bearer of bad tidings, but women generally don’t kiss blood…though Mum’s are known to be the exception to this generalisation.
8. Rinse…you are still in the shower. Repeat steps 5-7 however this time shave against the grain, or up.
9. Finish your ablutions, which means rinse the shampoo and conditioner out of your hair.
10. Pat your face to a half stage of dryness and apply a moisturizer…yes I admit it sounds a bit gay, but she will love the fact that your skin is soft and isn’t that the goal here. Because let’s be honest, any stupid ritual we can invent to make our lives more bearable is all about impressing the girl, or guy in the event you actually are gay.

If you haven’t finished your poison…do so now. And if the urge takes you, pour another. ~grin~

Technorati Tag: The Dogs Name, Grooming, Shaving

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 12 comment(s)

PORTHOS: The secret to wenching is the first kiss. For in that kiss, a lasting impression is made. If it is weak, she will think you are weak. And if it is comical, she will think you are a clown. With me?

D'ARTAGNAN: Weak... weak. Comical... clown.

PORTHOS: Very good. And as a Musketeer is never weak, and only rarely a clown, your first kiss must be all the things that you are. Like this...

The 3 Musketeers (1993)

She hadn’t even entered the door, still framed by the lintel my hands were gently on her hips, our lips met, and parted…”hi” she smiled…

…fuck that was weak; I can’t let our first kiss be like that…

One hand gently cupping her face, tilting her chin and caressing the side of her neck, lips descending while my hand still on her hip squeezed gently and pulled us into the same space…

…lips meeting…

…moving in gentle sync, mouths opening….tongues touching briefly, the movements of two pairs of lips meeting….

….hands caressing, I squeezed her hip with firmer pressure as the hand on her neck moved to the back of her head…fingers entwined in her hair, the need transferred as I our bodies pressed into one…

…and lips moved in rhythm , mouths explored, a moan escapes in the thin space between us and tongues dance, touching, teasing, and touching again as our lips played upon each other…

…parting to that distance that only soon to be lovers seem to manage…

…lips touch again, and part….

…her nose crinkled as her eyes smiled with the glitter of desire….”hi” she whispered as her breath caught up with the moment…

Perfect! I smiled back…

Technorati Tags: The Dogs Name, Dating, , Sex, First Kiss

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 11 comment(s)

I want to be courted initially. I want the guy to make an effort. How a man behaves during the first few days is indicative of how much worse he'll act later on because let's face it, dudes get lazy.

Midwest, Kiss and Blog

“Dudes get lazy” MW is absolutely true when she asserts this, yet by a strange coincidence and whether it is a cause or effect is still unknown, this happens about the same time the dreaded “comfortable” clothing creeps out of the wardrobe. You’ve seen hints of it for awhile but it’s usually been reserved for lazy evenings in, with DVD’s and popcorn, not an evening out. Suddenly pants replace skirts, flats take over from heels, and cotton undies become a more than monthly appropriate thing. So while men get “lazy” women get “comfortable”

There are three things all men should know, and it’s time you did too. You’re never going to be famous, you’re fatter than you think, and most important of all, they don’t keep wearing stockings.

Steve, Coupling

I wonder how many great relationships have failed because “they don’t keep wearing stockings”, which in the scope of the TV show of course means just that: “stockings”. But the larger implication is really, how many great relationships have failed because either person (yes men are guilty of this too) or even both parties, really just stopped making the effort to impress. And while for MW her key to being impressed is the manly act of paying for a date (something which I will address in another post) well all have our “tells”, our “lines” and a maybe unwritten list of expectations that below which we, quite honestly, couldn’t be bothered to make the effort: In this men and women are no different, we are all as shallow as each other, it’s just that our focus’s differ.

But I do have wonder how many great relationships that start with such promise, fail for the lack of directed effort and from simple complacency?

And for the record, I am “old school”: I believe in paying for the date, and I definitely like stockings. ~grin~

Tagged: The Dogs Name, Dating, Relationships, Stockings

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 11 comment(s)

LMD once wrote that she is/was looking forward to being able "to bask in the glow of comfortable silences."

And recently while talking to a really good friend she said something along the lines of "that familiarity is a good thing”, that she wanted the initial spark of passion to give way to a more comfortable knowing, that for her this was desired and preferable to the heady emotional rush of the beginning…

This it not to say that she wanted the passion to die, but rather she wanted it to grow, she really wanted to be at that point with a guy in which things just felt right, they were comfortable, they were known. But I think most of all she just wants a “rock” in her life, someone to make her home with. She wanted (and I think still wants) a dependable and reliable partner with whom she can grow comfortable as they grow in knowing and familiarity.

Familiarity does not have to divide a couple, rather it can be the quiet knowing upon which they choose to secure the life, and I hope the love they share.

There is a lot of comfort, in not having to fill the void of silence with idle chatter. There is a security that comes with familiarity, the deep knowing of another, a quiet warmth that gives protection, support and above all love.

Tagged: The Dogs Name, Relationships

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 11:00 10 comment(s)

Ok, I know I usually don't actually introduce new links, they just sort of appear in my Blogroll as if by magic...but this site is just too funny...a group of geeks, a hot girl who dances in revealing clothes, a penchant for all things Tiki and island inspired cocktails: Tiki Bar TV

Simply brilliant.

Tagged: The Dogs Name, Other Stuff

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 17:00 5 comment(s)

Recon tagged me, and while passing these along has always struck me as a little too "chain letter" so I won't in turn be tagging anyone, I decided to give it some thought, so here are some weird things about me:

1. I once really did buy a Playboy to read an article…but once I got to the pictures I forgot what the article was all about.
2. I grew up listening to both types of music: Country AND Western.
3. I had my mid-life crisis at 25 when I decided I need a red sports car, unfortunately 2 years out of college your fiscal options are a tad limited ~grin~ My phase lasted 2 years when I sold it for a Land Cruiser with enough cubes and torque to a pull a loaded horse float.
4. My bedroom, not to be too bordello about it, really does have a red light.

Tagged: The Dogs Name, Other Stuff

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 9 comment(s)

So at the pub, with the blokes who make it their home and a few ladies of the “work colleague” variety when one of the women challenged a mate:

Who is your trinity?

And while he gasped and struggled to find his voice, she enlarged the challenge to all the guys at the table…in what was an unfair ambush on a bunch of blokes half tanked, she demanded to know the three celebs (thus the trinity) that if melted into one form would be our ideal partner….so while we all sat in thought, discounting various vapid celebs, she ordered us another round of Stella and we got down to some serious pub business* ~lol~

So here is mine:

Heidi Newfield: Lead singer of Country-rock group Trick Pony. This pocket dynamo leads up two of the most original guys in Country Music, her attitude, sass, and stage presence is just fantastic…ok, and the fact she is totally hot and looks amazing in leather pants doesn’t hurt. But honest I really like the music. ~grin~

Nigella Lawson: English celebrity chef who’s idea of a great weekend is champagne, rum soaked strawberries and her husband, with nothing to do save stay in bed…added to which she really can cook, which means both hungers get taken care of.

Liliana Lovell: the original Coyote and founder of Coyote Ugly. Self made entrepreneur who very early on realised that men really are still 14 year old boys trying to get a look at breasts. Her personal mantra “If I don’t remember it, it didn’t happen” ~grin~
And lets be honest the movie they made about her bar, is probably the best example of a watch-able "chick flick" there is, not to mention that the Aussie guy gets the sexy barmaid…damn sounds a bit like my life ~grin~

Who makes up your three?

* All business carried out in a Bar/Pub can be considered serious. (and therefore tax deductible)

Tagged: The Dogs Name, Women, Heidi Newfield, Nigella Lawson, Liliana Lovell

Lectiones Sacrae Ex Libris Indiana 06:00 29 comment(s)

Have you ever noticed how all the best revelations into “life, the universe and everything”* usually occur sometime after 10pm at night, in some dive bar** after one, or is it three shots of your favourite “J”***. And that as soon as this most amazing insight moves from your synapses to your lips, it will be instantly forgotten by not only you but all those within hearing distance…
Imagine:

Oppenheimer: Guys ~hick~ this bomb, atom thing ~hick~ maybe it’s not such a good idea ~hick~ lets just tell the Pres ~hick~ can’t be done.
Blokes (re: Physicists) at the Pub: Was that a woman? Huh…what was that? ~hick~
Oppenheimer: Ermm ~hick~ I forget, probably wasn’t important….bartender setup again ~hick~

I wonder how many secrets of the universe have been solved and lost in a bar. Are the “blokes at the pub” the modern equivalent of the 3 wise men?

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** This does not refer to hangout for SCUBA divers# but rather a bar with low level lighting, a pool table or two, (if in the UK includes a dart board), beers and shots are in abundance as is scantily clad bargirls. ~grin~
*** Johnnie, Jack, Jim and Jose (also known as the Musketeers)
# The Point Bar at Puerto Galera is an exception to this concept.

Tagged: The Dogs Name, Blokes at the Pub, The Point Bar

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