October 16th, 2003


opinions I have today

I am tired of people trying to sell me generic Viagra--who buys *generic*? Brian Kinney knows it's all about the package...ing, the big label queen. I am going to start complaining to these people who push their cut-rate Viagra on me through my inbox. My penis knows the difference, I'm telling you! ...oh wait.

Every meeting should be attended by a cat. There was one at today's usability meeting and he made some excellent contributions that no human would have dared to voice--and I really respected how comfortable he was expressing his boredom at the Excel chart by playing with the window blinds. In a large corporation like this one, that's refreshing.

Also, I'm going to come out in favor of eunuchs. Yes, I have a little eunuch kink. I read "The Persian Boy" and I believe it deeply informed my tender preadolescent psyche in ways you've probably seen expressed in such stories of mine as "Love's Tender Orchid" and "The Final Cut." I feel that this heretofore secret kink of mine is legitimized for at least 24 hours by a post that came across one of my mailing lists, quoting a lengthy book review of "Eunuchs in Antiquity and Beyond" (London: Classical Press of Wales and Duckworth, 2002). Oh, and the other day someone posted about this religious cult or sect over in India, I think--brain and google both fail me--whose members castrate themselves ("orchidectomy"), and I have to admit, I'm fascinated. And yes it's probably all Freudian and full of crypto-whatever meaning, and I don't care! So there.

However, I refuse to detail my eunuchy thoughts further than that because I would scare you. More.

And, because I'm feeling really daring, I'm going to take a stand and say: lunch is good. I will now go eat some.

the one real suck

The one real suck of my day is that I left my headphones at home. I can't listen to any music. This is *not* *good*. (Emphasis mine John Cusack's.) I knew I shouldn't have brought them into my bedroom at 1:00 a.m. to listen to the techno remix of Bush's "Mouth" and think about Wes and Spike dancing. I knew I wouldn't remember them in the morning and I was right, so there they lie, far out of reach, while I sit here listening to the sound of my fingers on the keyboard.

Also because of this stupidity I am very tired. But I couldn't get to sleep anyway, so why shouldn't I visualize some positively affirming boy-to-boy gyrations? I think it's good for my blood pressure.

I sense the lack of Annie SJ's mitigating influence on LiveJournal today. The kerfuffle-to-porn ratio is all out of whack. Where's the porn gone, mate?
  • Current Mood
    Pornless in Seattle


My body parts hurt. When I push my fingers at the keyboard, they try to retreat in every fumbling direction, like mice backing away from a trap. Left side of body in some pain too. Pain, pain, everywhere pain--why you have such pain?

That was me trying to quote "Deathtrap" and doing a poor job, just as earlier I was pretending to be Troy McClure in a purely facetious way. I mean...you know I haven't written eunuch fic, right? *Anna gets a pensive look*

And then Annie misunderstood me, thinking I wanted her to weigh in on the kerfuffle--no, never, never! I would never urge peeps to toss kerf at a fuffle. I only wanted THE PORN. And because she is a kind, generous, and fertile little soul with high, firm breasts she actually wrote some porn! Which was more in the line of angsty ghost action, but I'm down with that.

All my attempts at communication are awkward today, I think. Meanwhile on TV, Kyan is trimming some guy's nosehairs in a "Queer Eye" rerun. I walked in on this, having suddenly awoken from an evening nap. I was so very tired. I was dreaming of Spike, Buffy, Wes, and Angel in various story permutations. The only part I remember is how Spike was this martyr figure running through a converted shopping mall filled with refugees, and Buffy et al burst in to save him, and she did that thing where she pauses irresolutely with head poised like a hunting dog, trying to catch sound or scent of her prey, and then in the distance we hear Spike's faint yell of "Buffy!" And she takes off at a dead run to save him. At the same time I dreamed this, I dream-thought to myself that I should write this and wow everyone with my ability to establish atmosphere in shopping malls, because that's where the angst is, yo.

Manscaping, heh.

Oh, they just showed a preview on Bravo for "Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde" with that guy from "Four Weddings & a Funeral" and it looks awesome. Must try to catch that. And apropos of nothing really, but I'll pretend it's this commercial, this guy at my office has a gorgeous Scottish accent--thich and rich as butterscotch sliding around on the tongue--and he reminds me of some actor when he talks but I can never remember who. Maybe that guy mentioned above. But anyway. God. Luscious. We have all sorts of imported sorts working at the company. Love those accents. Am a sucker for accents. Love how people can say absolute crap but it sounds like poetry in a different accent.