Oh. I forgot to link to yesterday's article, a familiar kvetch about the weirdness of kissing. But there is a link in that post to the Sailor Jim post about boingy penis syndrome and if you haven't read that, you should.
Also at the above link, news of a new Bonnie Dee release. That's what I like. At the moment, I have a cold or maybe even the flu, thank you Hartford Hospital, but I plan to survive it so I can read the Bonnie Dee.
Since we're in complaining mode, Listen. I'm ready to call an army of dump trucks to haul this goddamn snow away. And then we'll bring in the flame-throwers to melt the ice layer under it. If warm weather can't be bothered to show up and take care of this dreary problem, we'll just have to do it on our own. If everyone chips in a dollar or two to pay the guys with the trucks and flame-throwers, maybe we can get started on this problem today.
I'm sitting in front of the space heater and recalling my 4 year stint as an art model (yes, smart ass, I got breaks during that time). Studios were always cavernous and owned by cheap mofos who couldn't be bothered with paying for heat. And we're talking about Massachusetts. So the teacher or artist would set up a space heater for me. Part of me would cook and the rest would freeze. During breaks I'd drink hot tea and/or do jumping jacks. I got so close to the heater, I got burned a couple of times.
Huh. Just the thought of cheerfully stripping and standing around nekkid in front of a crowd makes me weak with omigod eewwwwww. That was another person. For sure.