DADDY sez...

My friend Dennis used to say that man's highest achievement wasn't putting a man on the moon or the computer or what-not... our greatest achievement was the invention of the water heater.

You just twist a knob and you get a hot bath, no waiting. No screwin' around with wood and flint; it's just THERE.

He might be right.

I'd have to rank automatic ice cube making machines right up there near the top though. I do love ice and a cool drink.

I've heard some say that comfortable shoes are the key to happiness. I once walked around all day in Manhattan and discovered first hand the wisdom in that. By hour 3, I had replaced my 99 cent flip flops for some sneakers from Pay Less.

Many touchy feely pop psychologists and New Age-y hippies will tell you that love is the key to happiness. Well, give that wheat-germ eatin', yoga-doin' hippie chick all the love you got, but forget to put down the toilet seat one too many times... you'll see how much happiness you get there, buddy. Peace n' Love, baby.

Yeah, I'm going with the on-demand hot water and comfortable shoes thing.

Posted by A hunk a hunk o hot brown lusciuosness at 10:42 PM | Permalink | Comments (3)

If someone hired a scary looking guy to stand outside the front door 24-7, his only duty to scream "AAAAAH" in my face every time I opened the door... it could not possibly be much more effective at keeping me home than the people already populating my world.

Going to see family across town works just as well.

Most of the time something happened in the last few days, and I get to experience some angry venting tirade about so-and-so and blah blah fuckin blah. I feel the Life Force drain from me in a matter of seconds.

Energy Vampires. Needing to have their problems fixed. But clinging, with white-knuckled desperation, to the problems... to the complaint, to the condition.

I feel like I've been beaten about the head and neck with a rubber hose.

My god! people can really suck the life out of you, and the fun from your world.

Unnecessary extraneous uber-drama generated outta nowhere to fill the oh-so-unbearable silence with noise and fear.

My solution: spend far less time with such people. Like: little to none.

I am back resting in my Coccoon. Wondering why I even bother.

Posted by A hunk a hunk o hot brown lusciuosness at 03:14 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)

My 3-day-long, slowee-slow, on-again off-again body hair trimming ritual is complete.

Electric moustache trimmers are great. Snap-on combs to control hair length. No attachments and you can get a perfectly short, nearly invisible, nub of hair without causing irritation or ingrown follicles.

Other than some untouched forearm hair and the Wild Man tresses sprouting from my skull, I'm almost completely hairless. Well, the Interesting Areas are at an extreme short crop - aesthetically pleasing if I must brag.

I am so bitchen.

Screw it! The arm hair comes off too.

Posted by A hunk a hunk o hot brown lusciuosness at 11:23 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)