sexy has depth. sexy makes your head woozy and your skin tingly. sexy can be as quiet as leaning close and whispering in your ear. and sexy can be as raucous as a midnight drum circle around a bonfire. sexy can be as subtle as one voice singing along to the song your dancing to or as overpowering as a night at the opera.

don't get me wrong, slutty has a place in the world, it's perfectly capable of being exciting and fun. but at the end of the night slutty washes off the hooker blue eyeshadow, tosses the party clothes in a corner, wraps up what's left in a down comforter and falls onto the bed laughing and exhausted...and that's sexy.

i suppose i could call coffee a vice. i drink it all day long. i love coffee and the variety it offers: espresso, lattes, coffee with cream and sugar, coffee with creamy whip ice cream, coffee and kahlua or irish cream or amaretto...the list goes on and on.

i chose coffee for this question because i know that i could quit without much problem. i smoke cigarettes too, but that is an addiction. and as such it's a whole different ballgame. so following dante's seven deadly vices: pride, avarice, lust, anger, gluttony, envy, sloth...i guess my vice falls under gluttony. actually, i like gluttony as a vice: eat, drink, and be merry.

see a little light by bob mould

bob mould is brilliant. this song is perfect. and lately the lyrics just sort of resonate for me.

of course, what i would really do is buy neither. i would buy a used car. and make my own hybrid. but given the choice of prius or escalade, i would definitely have to go with the smaller, more efficient car.

he's funny. his books are quirky, kooky, cheeky, unconventional, and just downright fucking brilliant. he's written a whole bunch of books...read them. all of them! he also has a blog (chrismoore.com) and it's just as funny as his books. he has a new book out too. yay!

his books are about...demons and angels. mad scientists and mild mannered marine biologists. vampires and zombies. talking fruit bats and whales with the words "bite me" tattooed on their tails.

if you're a normal kind of person, you probably shouldn't read his stuff. if you happen to be normal and you have an open mind as well you should give this author guy a try.

"this is one doodle that can't be undid, homeskillet."

i suppose i tend to lean toward the quirky side when it comes to movies i like. yep. i loved juno. and the opening sequence, the one with the above quote is arguably the funniest part of the move. the line in question is referring to a pregnancy test. juno is shaking the pee stick, and rollo, the store clerk, says "that ain't no etch-a-sketch. this is one doodle that can't be undid, homeskillet."

if i ever retire (doubtful), i'd rather not settle in any one place in particular. my dream has always been to be a traveler. i can't think of a better way to spend my time than moving from place to place and seeing the whole wide world. i suppose i would continue to have a home base in the city i have grown up in....you know, someplace to come back to for holidays, someplace where i have friends and family. but i would keep moving.

serpent mound is a quarter mile long prehistoric effigy mound. when it was built and by whom are debated by scholars and others. the most common belief is that it was built around 1000 ce (ad). it was possibly constructed by the fort ancient culture. other suggestions have been the hopewell culture and the adena culture. the head of the serpent is aligned with the summer solstice sunset. the mound is also located within an unusual geological area known as a crypto-explosion structure. in other words, and as i understand it, either something volcanic or meteoric impacted the area. anyway, the place is steeped in mystery. its purpose and meaning are still debated.

on the same page
another phrase. another tool of the middle management types of this world. (see answer for "think outside of the box") why in the hell would i want to be on the same page?

Why would anyone ever, I mean ever, read this book for pleasure? I get no pleasure from reading something so creeping and ponderous. Slow and uninteresting. That was how it struck me. And a hundred or so pages in and I'm looking at the hundreds more pages left to read and simply shelved the damned thing.

I suppose maybe it could be that I'm just not smart enough to get it. I mean, I'm capable of reading and understanding Moby-Dick, for sure. But I don't get why it's considered one of the greatest novels in the English language.

It could be that if the book made no sense at all I'd appreciate it more (I'm funny like that). Finnegans Wake, for example, is unintelligible, and I've never read more than a page or two here or there. But I'm willing to concede that it's a work of staggering genius. Joyce gets kudos for creating his own language and wearing a cool eye patch.

Godel, Escher, Bach is another book I never finished, although I tried. In this case, most likely because I'm really not brainy enough to understand everything I was reading. Although, you know, maybe it's time to try it again.