So ditto on the motivation absence. The sun is shining, my boss is on vacation, and I'm mostly caught up on stuff. Yeah, I could work ahead and make things easier for me down the road, but uhh, that's currently a struggle.

I'm looking at Halloween costumes.

I'm ridiculous in my work-avoiding.

I'm getting ready to listen to the Royals game on the radio. They are currently the worst team in baseball, but I'm still holding out hope they can improve somehow and end the season as next to worst team in baseball. Gotta admit the season is young, but it doesn't look good.

Being pimped by your father is less ooky than doing him, but I feel I'm splitting hairs.

Sort of like the eternal dilemma of: if you had to fuck either Carrot Top or Andy Dick, who would you choose?

I can imagine knowing well meaning people who are into neither the property nor incestous angles of it, participating in such a thing.

Oh, I'm fairly certain that members of my extended family would've done this sort of thing when their daughters were young if Dobson and his ilk had thought of it by then. That said, I don't think that these people are at the forefront of self-analysis, and it is quite telling that the father of the family hand-picked each of his daughters' husbands and has used his considerable influence with the Army (he's a Colonel) to shape these young men into mini-Mes.

That's definitely way into creepy territory (to Corwood).

It isn't the birds singing in the early AM that make me want to throw things. It's the mockingbirds singing at 2 AM or so. On and on and on. (I found out recently that the Beatles "Blackbird" song is about an English-type songbird (not a corvid or starling) that does the same.)

I think that's overstating the case, although I'd have rather died than gone to one of those dances.

Oh, I'm fairly certain that members of my extended family would've done this sort of thing

That's why I specifically said OVERLY interested.

You can want your children to do X or Y and even encourage it within the family, but when you're devoting web pages and books and public excursions to bragging about sacredity of your daugther's cherries you've moved into overly interested.

Which is just going to seem dirty without the sweet purity of flat out owning her ass.

Just, yikes... And it took me forever to lose my...purity. Who wants to be the oldest girl at the Purity Ball?

Y'know, it just now occurred to me that the Purity Ball is the exact opposite of Motherboy.

Y'know, it just now occurred to me that the Purity Ball is the exact opposite of Motherboy.

Ahahahahahahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!

t off to COMM....

t edit

"Motherboy was the name of an annual dance promoting mother-son bonding. Lucille has gone with Buster over 30 times, and on many occasions, won cutest couple. But as one entered sexual maturity and the other one left it, it became increasingly difficult."

Lucille: [Buster and Lucille are getting their picture taken] I'm so hot.
Buster: If you were hot, mother, we would win!