Classified.

Ads that is. Read a really creepy blog yesterday. Big brother is finally here, having shored up his manly power for at least the next four years. All the things we say and do can be held against us in a court of law OR not, we could just be enemy combatants and be shipped off to the lovely Island of Cuba, where big brother is running experiments about how to criminally deprive people of food and basic services for, what, forty years now? But, of course we wouldn't want to offend any of those fucking Floridians, and this was possibly the only chance at a longitudinal study. We just hope someone has been taking notes.

But on a lighter, less brooding note. I was amusing myself in the bathroom (no, not _that_ way) by reading the classifieds in the SB Independent. Very funny. It would be nice to be able to distill your wants and desires into a three-line blurb. That takes skill and planning. Some people are so terribly succinct. "SWM - I want to pleasure women orally." I guess it is good to be in touch with what you want, but stripping everything down to the bare-bones structure seems like a real turn-off to me. Where is the game? Where is the enchantment, the tangling up of words and meaning, the binding of the mind... I suppose some people just want sex... or companionship. That's ok too. Can you imagine dogs writing classifieds? "Shaggy, unkempt Husky seeks hot bitch (of any race) for rollicking good time in the sand. Must take long walks with pet between 4 and 5 weekdays, downtown." Cats, of course, couldn't be bothered, besides they all know exactly what they want and how to ellicit it, scratchy tongues and silky fur, and twitching tails. Yes, we all have something to learn from cats. So self-sufficient.

There is something so fulfilling about wandering around one's empty home in nothing but a T-shirt (U2 - Zoo TV tour - the first "real" rock concert I ever attended as an emergent teen). Who needs underwear or underwires at 8:33 in the morning? I guess I will have to haul myself up the stairs, let the liquid fall on my head, lather myself in foam and then be on my way, but there is something most luxuriant in the lounging on the living-room floor, with just the furry white Grecian rug below me.