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So, yeah it was shakin’ in SoCal. 5.6 was the first magnitude given by the U.S. Geological Survey. Then they upgraded it to 5.8. Personally, after having been close to the epicenters of both Northridge, which was 6.7, and Loma Prieta, which was 7.1, I thought the 5.8 was excessive. I was shaking my head at my perspicacity come noon when CalTech downgraded the magnitude to 5.4.

I do agree with CalTech when they say this was a wake up call. This quake did not relieve any pressure on the faults. It just wasn’t big enough to have done that. But it did warn us all that we should have water in the house, canned goods, toilet paper, gas in the car, etc.

I have water and canned goods, but probably not enough. I probably don’t have enough gas in the car either. We do have enough stuff to get by for a few days though. What I don’t have any longer are batteries and candles and matches. I’ll have to get some this weekend. I remember what the last 2 big ones were like. No power for days. No water that you could use for anything except flushing the toilet… I’m going to try to be in better shape soon.

Not to change the subject, but last week a certain blogger was bitching about people who post hotties on their blog. Well, just to spite him, to show him that I don’t care what he says on his blog, I’m going to post some Humpday Hotties. These hotties had me mesmerized by their beauty and their love of life last week. I just wanted to hug em and squeeze em and love em all up!

Have a happy Humpday!

One of Rott’s favorite bands of all time is Judas Priest. I know Priest, but not nearly as well as Rott does. He does a great impersonation of Rob Halford, knows all the songs, all the lyrics, every freaking note… I’m old and my memory doesn’t work as well as it used to. I shove a lot of stuff out to make room for more current stuff. I don’t listen to Priest so much anymore, so of course I barely remember how some of the songs go.

You’re wanting to know where I’m going with this, aren’t you? I have a point… oh, yes I do.

Well, my kid has always wanted a Nintendo, PS, Wii… some kind of gaming console. She has for YEARS. Have I given in and purchased one? Ever? NO FREAKING WAY. Her experience with things like Guitar Hero are at other people’s houses. While she was gone for two weeks at her friend’s house last month, she played Rock Band a lot. So she’s pretty good at it. Which was totally a saving grace when we went to Hilly’s only to be faced with Rock Band.

Motley was excited. I was dismayed. I suck at games. I’ve been playing the horse sim game for years, and I still suck at it. As you can guess, they got me to play Rock Band… a little. I was just lost with the game, but apparently I was the only one who knew any of Judas Priest’s You’ve Got Another Thing Comin’. I mangled it, mostly because I just don’t remember all of it. Oh, and Jester and UMB made me laugh a lot so I couldn’t sing. Laughing is forgivable. Just sucking… well, not so much. Heh.

Anyway, the Tuesday Tune is Judas Priest, cause yanno… YOU might have to sing it when you’re playing Rock Band and you wouldn’t wanna fuck up without the excuse of Jester making you laugh, now would you?

Judas Priest

Have a RottNRoll Priest loving Tuesday!

Yes, my Monday morning date with Marcus is late. I am still recovering from a weekend of debauchery fun at Dave Diego on Saturday and with Hilly, Karl, the gays, and Othurme on Sunday. The past few years have been so rough on me emotionally that I have forgotten what it is like to truly have friends and have fun. I am more grateful than I can convey for the friends I have made here in the PRB.

Since it is Monday, and since I took today off, I think I should post a couple of luscious Marcus pics just because one can never post a surfeit of a man who looks like this one does. Besides, I can never make up my mind. I think every photo of him makes my heart go THUD.

Before I post Marcus, I do want to pimp out a couple of things. First, everyone should keep checking Flickr for all the Dave Diego photos. I believe Jester is uploading some today. Me, Karl, and SJ posted some, but we weren’t the only ones there, so I’m sure more photos are forthcoming. Second, I’m going to be participating in the Great Interview Experiment over at Citizen of the Month. If you haven’t done this yet, you should. Neil has lots of reasons why listed on his blog, but really, it’s just a fun thing to do to get to know other bloggers. Much better than a meme IMHO.

Now, here is my favorite celeb to round out my Monday.

Watermelon, anyone? I’m not a fan of melon, but I could stand between those thighs and eat me some…

I love a man in a towel. Can I be the guitar? He can strum me all night long…

Another set of daydreams inspired by Marcus. I love Mondays. Now, maybe I’ll go play some Solitare with the Blogography cards. They have a really nice texture to them. I’m in love with them too. Talking to Justin on Twitter about a party bus where we play Rock Band and poker with Dave’s cards has me itching to look at the cards again.

Happy party bus Monday to everyone!

You know it’s gonna be a good day when you haven’t had a call from your honey in a month, and then you get two right before/as you’re leaving for Dave Diego. I was all choked up just hearing his voice. It was the icing on the cake, even before I got the cake!

Anyway, I can’t do a recap. I’m not sure I know how. Karl is a master of them, so I think I’ll leave it to him to do that. What I can give you are the impressions I have from the day. This is the cream that rises to the top when I think of Saturday…

For someone with bad knees and uncontrolled asthma, who doesn’t walk much because of both, I walked more than I have in about a year. I’m hoarse this morning from all the cig smoke everywhere. I had a few moments at the art show where I thought I was gonna have an asthma attack from all the smoke. I was drenched in sweat from all the walking (which played holy hell with my hair). My knees are only a little sore this morning. But my twatting hand hurts like hell! WTF?

For someone who doesn’t drink, I had two. Had a nice Cuervo margy at the pre-event party. Then, after dinner, the ever so wonderful Vahid bought me a Jack and Coke. Whew. The J&C tasted awesome. I miss drinking those, but doubt I will go back to being a big drinker.

Jester and Dave are the same height. Motley and Uncle Monkey Boy are the same height. Karl and Othurme look like they are the same height. No one was the same height as me. Everyone was taller or shorter. I guess 5′5″ isn’t so bad after all. It made me rather unique in this group.

I was unique in other ways too. Hilly, Karl, and Motley all wore green. I wore pink. Jester and UMB didn’t wear green. Jester said it was because he hadn’t gotten the memo.

I might as well have not spent 30 minutes ironing my hair. Between the dampness from sweat, the humidity, and the wind, my hair ended up a big fluffy, frizzy, wavy poof by the time dinner arrived… it looked just like it did when it air dried after my shower that morning. Go figure.

When we changed venues because Nicky Rotten’s had a $10 cover charge, we walked across the street to Whisky Girl’s. Karl mesmerized the hostess with his oozing charm, and she let us have this huge corner booth. This turned out to be an amazing success. Whiskey Girl’s not only had mac n cheese as a side item, they had TATER TOTS! YUM! Dave, of course, had tater tots with his veggie burger, which they were NOT out of.

I am clearly an ass for not reading Vahid. The man is one of the nicest, sweetest, funniest people you will ever meet. His blog goes in my feed reader today.

Uncle Monkey Boy has an awesome manicure with black polish. He totally outdid my purple nails.

Dave can charm more than bloggers. The waitress was dazzled by his… pirate button. Dave being the giving soul that he is, the waitress walked away with a tray full of buttons for herself and the wait staff (who were all females in short skirts.) I got ten buttons, among them were the penis salad button, Lil Dave Nirvana, Bad Monkey Devil, Lil Dave Zombie, Try Evil, an Amethyst, and the Dave Seal of Approval!

Contrary to other blogger reports, Hilly’s driving is fine. As soon as she put on mellow music on the drive home, I dozed off! I am clearly old, and excitement is too much for me. Oh, and DaCar is comfy.

The drive to Dave Diego was interesting in a riCOCKulas way that had nothing to do with DaCar.

Jester has the most beautiful smile.

Uncle Monkey Boy is beyond beautiful.

Gooster never did tell us what his name means.

Othurme has these super hero eyes that see all and know all and make you wonder just what sly thing he is thinking and/or plotting behind his uber intelligent face.

Get a few Guinnesses in Karl and you can get him to sing!

PseudoSJ is a tiny thing! It’s not often that I am taller than people.

All the twats I was getting on my phone were from Dave Diego attendees. We must have been dominating the Twitter world.

Vahid is flirty and fun and up for anything, AND he’s a total gentleman who will give a 19 year old the shirt off his back when the A/C gets too cold. Most men would have just let Motley get hard nipples.

And really… EVERYONE loves Hilly’s boobs… especially the gays.

I shared an “our little secret” moment with Vahid. Then I had one with Jester at the art show. The kindness of the people in this group is incredibly touching. My heart is filled with love this morning.

Dave is an amazing person. He shows up, hands out lanyards with name tags, starts putting together buttons, hands out packs of Blogography playing cards, talks to everyone… He’s so happy that people came out to meet him. He poses for pics and tells stories (the karaoke in Sweden one was funny) and plays host without playing host. The man knows how to throw a party.

My overall impression of Dave Diego? HUGE SUCCESS… because the people are all so much more than larger than life. They are all so very real, and very, very nice. In a world where there is a glut of people who are extreme, these people are so nice they are comfortable to be around. And that is saying a lot in my world.

A very special thank you, big hugs, and a huge MUAH to Hilly, without whom, Motley and I would have been stuck at home reading the twats instead of sending them.

Motley and I made a slideshow from my Flickr Dave Diego Set.

Created with Admarket’s flickrSLiDR.

Happy Dave Diego Sunday Aftermath to you all!

So I was looking for a piece of erotica that I wrote about something that happened twenty-ish years ago. It was a story about me and a black leather jacket clad guy named Paul. My first thought was that I would post it here and heat up your Sunday. Then I read it. I haven’t read it since last year, when I submitted it to the 2007 Zanctuary writing contest.

Anyway, when I found the piece, I highlighted it to copy it… and then I started reading. It was a little hard to stop once I’d started. And then I started remembering. Oh, yeah. Then I realized it’s a little over the top to post here. I’d forgotten how hot it really was. I looked it over trying to find just a teaser bit. Nope. It’s all way too hot.

So I mentioned it to ShinyBitch. She laughed at me. She said all my sex scenes are hot. That made me wonder. Why does this scene seem hotter to me? I read it again. Again, it seemed just too hot to post.

Then I started to wonder if it was too hot because it really happened. This isn’t a scene I made up between two characters. Nor is it a scene I dreamed. It actually happened. And that has to be the answer, of course.

Writing scenes between people who don’t exist is easy. Writing what I’ve dreamed isn’t that tough. I don’t remember exactly when I wrote this piece, but I know it wasn’t when I was still seeing Paul. It was years afterward, probably when I was in college.

I was pretty solitary in those years. School consumed me. I had a lover who used to come over and we’d enjoy each other and he’d go home. There wasn’t any dating or spending time together. I guess if we had, we probably wouldn’t have liked each other. He had a busy life, a busy job working for the American Film Institute. I was busy with school. No way did I have time for a relationship. However, I would often write about past relationships.

The piece about the man in the black leather jacket is too hot for me to post. Maybe some day I can or maybe I can figure out how to post a paragraph or two. Right now, when I read it, it’s just too erotic, too memorable. It’s just way over the top. Even for me. And that does surprise me a little. I guess there is a line I can’t cross when it comes to posting personal things on this blog.

Some of you *cough* Jen, Shiny, Mary, and the Other Jen *cough* may be itching to read this little sex scene now. I don’t mind if people read it privately, but I just can’t bring myself to post it in public. It would be as if Paul and I were performing the act in front of all of you. And there, my dear friends, is the boundary that I can’t bring myself to cross.

If anyone wants to read this ancient piece of erotica, email me. winter at winterheart dot com.

Yes, Motley and I are now Smart Girls. I bought us both smart phones tonight. I stalked eBay the past two nights pricing phones. I checked with T-Mobile to see how much new ones would cost. I just want more functionality. Something I didn’t think I wanted last November when I got the Samsung Stripe and re-upped with T-Mobile.  Yeah, well since November I found blogging and Twitter and Flickr. Needs change. My tiny little Samsung sucks. I bought a new Dash.

As for Motley, she has a fairly new Razr. We re-upped her not that long ago too. She dropped her phone in the sink. HARD. Now it doesn’t function very well. There are a few places I don’t take my phone for this very reason. Kitchen. Fire. Water. Bad for my phone. Bathroom. Water. Toilet. Even more bad for my phone.  So my phone doesn’t go to either of those places. Apparently, Motley thought the phone was permanently attached to her hand because she texts, IMs, and twats on it so much. Then she went in the kitchen and found out that wasn’t true. Surprise, surprise. So, being the good mom that I am *rolls eyes*, I got her a used BlackBerry 8700G.

Now, don’t you wish I was your mom?

I have a month’s worth of vacation stored up. I’m using 2 days this week though. However, after 9 years at my company, I still feel the need for that stockpile of vacation hours. I don’t think I’m gonna get fired, even on my most frustrated days. Yet, I still need the security blanket those hours provide. So, no vacation for me.

This weekend will feel like a vacation for me. Four whole days that I don’t have to go to the office. Four whole days where I can maybe spend a little money. Four days where I will get to spend some time with people I enjoy. Maybe that’s the big draw to these 2 days that I took off. I can relax and look forward to meeting people who make me laugh, make me cry, and make me feel alive. If not for these people, I would spend those 4 days in my house, at my computer, writing. Not going out. Not seeing people. Not laughing or having fun.

I’m getting old. I need more fun. I need to feel that my life wasn’t spent worrying and stressing and being miserable. These four days will be a ray of sunshine in the bleakness I usually inhabit. I’m soooo looking forward to it. So maybe it’s not a vacation. Somehow, in my heart, it still feels like one.

If you get a chance, stop by my bitch Mary’s blog to say Happy Birthday. She has some facts on there related to the day she was born. I like the Led Zeppelin fact. Only Mary would be born on a day John Bonham was arrested for getting in a fight. HEH. Hope you have a great day, Mare!

Oh, and just because UMB said he liked me for being a dirty girl… Happy Dirty Girl love to you all! MUAH!