Are there any left? Can I get a roll-call please? At the moment it seems like 2 billion members, 15 of which are female. Were that many fronts for porn sites before the clean up?
Alt this is a picture of my coffee, I feel that's the safest way forward....
I have been unable to use t'interweb for the past few days. I have been reading the new Harry Potter book and I go into a sort of odd hibernation, no-one but no-one is allowed to spoil it for me.
My friends are aware I eat books, and would usually have this finished in a matter of hours. But life intervened, so I had to stay away; lest the ending be ruined by well-meaning mates emailing with spoilers for discussion.
Phew.
This doesn't often happen with books, usually very few people are reading the same things as me (proof copies of French serial killer times anyone?) and now my eyes hurt.
Is simplicity best Or simply the easiest The narrowest path Is always the holiest So walk on barefoot for me Suffer some misery If you want my love
Secondly, I am high as a kite on helium after an amazing session involving the aforementioned head dress (which I look FANTASTIC in if I do say so myself)
Thirdly, and most importantly - can anyone name a submissive rapper? It's been bugging me for weeks.
We'll start with that shall we? Men have many 'things', obsessions, hobbies and interests. One such man with one such obsession would be one Erwin Schroedinger, he of the famous - dead cat in a box sketch. Which you can look up if it's that vital to know. But to take it down to it's simplest form it essentially means 'If the cat dies in the box and no-one witnesses the event - is it really dead?' Or is the cat probably dead?
Now if we take the Copenhagen interpretation there is a 'jump' to the probability of the cat being dead once the box is opened; however if you subscribe to the Many Worlds interpretation at the point of opening the box, the universe divides with each probability being played out in paralell.
Whilst I like the Many Worlds view it makes my head hurt - so we shall stick with the Copenhagen interpretation, which was Einstein's cup of tea. Which brings us to Pi VS mc2...
After careful consideration I vote Pi the sexier of the two simply because it is eternal and very very long and looks like a table on which to consume one's McSquares started with an amuse bouche of green eggs and ham. Ghyath ad-din Jamshid Kashani correctly computed π to 9 digits in the base of 60, which is equivalent to 16 decimal digits as:
2π = 6.2831853071795865
Which he could well have described as seredipipitous, as being Persian he would be familiar with the stories of the three princes of Serendip. Whos travels brought them many unexpected but fortuitous discoveries - not least of which was a supposed slave girl in the woods; which brings us neatly to a description of an evening out involving the finding of a slave girl left unattended at the bar (who sadly did not turn out to be a princess who lavished me with gifts but there was lavishing and indeed ravishing to be had)
Which brings me to the discussion of who held the power in such an encounter? She the spankee or me the spanker?
Two of us, for one evening in perfect, cyclical harmony, both of us with a diameter of 1 which would make our circumference.....Pi
Two wheels, turning together, bringing us tearing along the motorway to the subject of the Motorcycle. Having reached the rather alarming speed of 148mph of late, you become held in a certain dream-state, a vision of your own mortality combined with your desire to push the boundaries of that very mortality. Hightned awareness and a sense of power.
My power comes from desire, *grins* the desire of me and the certainty of fulfilling whatever desire I so choose whenever I see fit. It lends a certain wave of calm to my nature (not visible on this blog). But looking at it from a physiology perspective alone one might surmise that it is simply a bundle of hormones, chemicals and snapping synapses combined with the marvellously named 'Substance P' (note to self - name slave that...) with the wonderful conclusion as drawn from a study in Denmark:
CONCLUSIONS: More research is needed in models in the physiology of female sexual function.
Couldn't agree more.
There you have it ladies and gentlemen. As many of your comments as I could muster all brought together in agonisingly 'skimming over the actual subject' form. I'm nothing if not all-encompassing.
Anyway, I have decided in my totally finite wisdom to allow you to all decide the theme of my next blog entry. The one I like most even gets to choose the picture and everything.
*Disclaimer - predictabubble crap will be discarded, jumped on, and made to listen to Russ Abbot on an eternal loop until the Apocolypse (week next Thursday according to the entrails)*
I answered ALL of my email today - it had gotten silly, and I wasn't mean to anyone either. Well not really mean, hardly at all in fact. Even to the stupid ones.
In other news I found the river where this painting of Ophelia was set, and spent a good hour there listening to the water and watching a Kingfisher. I like Kingfishers. I like the idea that they move so fast you can't see the fact that thy are not fishing at all; but bathing, and under each tiny wing is a loofah and a sope on a rope.
I have washed one of my slippers but not the other (for reasons known only to the sock God) I am now sitting here distracted by the smell of my own foot