isn't that Scarecrow and Mrs. King?
Actually, it was a Scarecrow & Mrs. King/Tron crossover. Which I've now lost.
In my googling on vanilla sex I found a spirited defense of vanilla sex that left me a little...bwuh? I mean, he's a little too excited about sex that only lasts three minutes. However, what really got me was another reference to that same article that referred to the author appearing on the radio show of a girl I knew in university (and who dated Colin).
Okay, ita, get out of the house and run your stupid errands.
From that link:
A recent survey of Canadian and American sex therapists, published in The Journal of Sexual Medicine, concluded that an “adequate” to “desirable” amount of time for sex, not including foreplay, is between three and 13 minutes. Anything over 10 minutes starts to get too long, they said.
OK, here's my problem with this -- I guess they are defining "sex" as the PIV time, if "foreplay" doesn't count. But not for nothing, I thought "we" decided that oral sex (for example) is sex, right? Basically, I'm annoyed with a foreplay/sex dichotomy.
Rehearsal report quote of the day:
[actress] has requested rehearsal “whore shoes”
Holy tapdancing Abed!
Jesse, I think that was part of why I was WTF? Because I can't imagine sex only taking three minutes unless that's the entire point, but I wasn't subtracting foreplay from the equation. It was all terribly hurried.
Okay, leaving the house now.
I wonder if his wife agrees that "good sex doesn’t last long." Ice cubes and not-in-a-bed are non-vanilla? Huh.
"Even a soft boiled egg takes more than three minutes."
All thoughts for Sass -- GET HOME NOW!
I'm sad to hear that Sassafrass is still missing. C'mon, Sass, get with the program.
And an advertisement for tags & chips: When I stepped out the door this morning to cut some roses, I met two young, very friendly uncut pit bull males. (I was very happy my dog was in the house.) They had no scars, seemed quite comfortable with people, and had neither collar nor tags (although one of them wore one of the tough-dog harnesses, with some hardware on it). They visited me for a bit and then trotted off down the street.
I was on a schedule, had to get out to my folks' place, and had no way to hang onto them long enough to get them anywhere. (Nor was I entirely comfortable with the idea of trying to leash a strange dog, particularly a pit bull.)
The folks who own those dogs are really wishing they'd chipped them about now, because I suspect that where I live, there are plenty of people who will not treat them kindly.
oh man, I wish some of y'all could have been flies on the wall to just witness my epic crazy yardwork I just did. up on my roof - first cleaned out gutters, then cut off a huge amount of new growth on one of the oak trees with just hand pruners (probably about 20 gallons of small new branches that sprouted out of where we cut off large branches last year). Then the part that probably looked ridic! I sat on the roof and using a pole trimmer cut off dead branches. The pole trimmer extends to 12 feet and I had to use it almost at max extension the whole time because it was windy and to have any safety and control I had to stay seated on the roof. My control of a 12 foot long pole with a saw at the end was not great, especially when I had to hold it almost at the end. There was much flailing about with the pole. In the end though 5 largish branches and a much nicer looking tree. There is still more to do, but I am too spent.
No Sass, no reliable sightings today. I'm still downtown but promised my DH I'd come home and try to eat some thing.
