Tweeting on LJ

During my morning reading session, I was getting juiced to open a Twitter account. It's probably all the media attention that Twitter has enjoyed lately. Sugar's account doubtlessly helped to open me up to the idea, too.

The desire to use Twitter to keep notes on my reading was the first impetus, and after I opened up more to the idea of also including notes on my movies and meals and masturbatory fantasies, these all seemed like the kind of things for a twittery account, because I know that I wouldn't want to crowd my main blog with such minutiae, unless I wanted another try at treating my main blog as a stream of consciousness exercise and letting all the little detritus of my life show up on it, which I don't.

But then I thought: why not follow my first idea to open another, separate LJ account? One reason not to is that Twitter's 140-character rule would be a good, effective disciplinary device not to get carried away with my posts, and if I did not have that hard limit, I would only end up getting burned out on the whole idea and probably pretty quickly. But I was favoring the idea of sticking with LJ anyway and taking my chances.

One problem with using another LJ account, though, is that it promises to be tricky to keep two accounts live at once. Remember when I used to try to keep my Primus account live? I learned that my computer stresses out too easily when I try to run two windows at the same time. Maybe it is the multi-tabbing thing, that and my wonky hard drive.

Then I thought about Blurty. And I was happy with the prospect of putting my old Monkey-Knight account back to serious use. However, the hand of fate seemed to come down to give me additonal guidance. When I tried to open the Blurty page, I was slapped down when I found that the site is out of commission! Previously, it was working fine and swiftly, even if that was presumably because there are so few users taxing Blurty's servers. I had to laugh: it was the old Blurty problems all over again, which was why a lot of us left Blurty and moved to LiveJournal in the first place.

Maybe I shouldn't laugh too hard. I still want to retrieve my Blurty entries. I hope Cheever is still on top of the operation and will get Blurty back up and running, though I don't think I will be trusting him with another account.

In the end, I opened another LJ account. As for any problem that my computer may have about multiple windows, it could be that it's only if both windows are expanded to contain multiple tabs that causes the system to crash. We are now in the middle of testing that theory.

Tweeting on LJ

During my morning reading session, I was getting juiced to open a Twitter account. It's probably all the media attention that Twitter has enjoyed lately. Sugar's account doubtlessly helped to open me up to the idea, too.

The desire to use Twitter to keep notes on my reading was the first impetus, and after I opened up more to the idea of also including notes on my movies and meals and masturbatory fantasies, these all seemed like the kind of things for a twittery account, because I know that I wouldn't want to crowd my main blog with such minutiae, unless I wanted another try at treating my main blog as a stream of consciousness exercise and letting all the little detritus of my life show up on it, which I don't.

But then I thought: why not follow my first idea to open another, separate LJ account? One reason not to is that Twitter's 140-character rule would be a good, effective disciplinary device not to get carried away with my posts, and if I did not have that hard limit, I would only end up getting burned out on the whole idea and probably pretty quickly. But I was favoring the idea of sticking with LJ anyway and taking my chances.

One problem with using another LJ account, though, is that it promises to be tricky to keep two accounts live at once. Remember when I used to try to keep my Primus account live? I learned that my computer stresses out too easily when I try to run two windows at the same time. Maybe it is the multi-tabbing thing, that and my wonky hard drive.

Then I thought about Blurty. And I was happy with the prospect of putting my old Monkey-Knight account back to serious use. However, the hand of fate seemed to come down to give me additonal guidance. When I tried to open the Blurty page, I was slapped down when I found that the site is out of commission! Previously, it was working fine and swiftly, even if that was presumably because there are so few users taxing Blurty's servers. I had to laugh: it was the old Blurty problems all over again, which was why a lot of us left Blurty and moved to LiveJournal in the first place.

Maybe I shouldn't laugh too hard. I still want to retrieve my Blurty entries. I hope Cheever is still on top of the operation and will get Blurty back up and running, though I don't think I will be trusting him with another account.

In the end, I opened another LJ account. As for any problem that my computer may have about multiple windows, it could be that it's only if both windows are expanded to contain multiple tabs that causes the system to crash. We are now in the middle of testing that theory.

Teabaggers

The “tea party” demonstrations are today. Spawned by right-wing millionaires and promoted by Fox News, these are suppose to represent grass-root uprisings against the Obama administration, creatively scheduled on tax day. These political demonstrations are trying to borrow from the prestige and tradition of the Boston Tea Party protest dating back to the 1770s that led to the American revolution. It’s a cute idea.

Less cute: a lot of these folks earnestly believe that they are fighting against another foreign tyrant, not an English king but a Kenyan tyrant, as in one who is literally a Kenyan and not a true, legal American.

The strong temptation is to think that this is just America’s sometimes dormant racism surfacing to the top, and I believe that this is a significant factor. However, I accept that Obama’s liberalism, with that ready inclination to expand government’s power, is a critical element. White liberals get the same sledgehammer treatment by the Vast Right-Wing Conspiracy. They play hard. Just ask the Clintons.

The fact that Obama is black and of recent African lineage just grounds the political distrust and antipathy that much deeper, stirring up that sense of un-Americanness to a greater froth. You would expect the first black president to have this kind of trouble, but, on the other hand, who would have expected to have a black president before the twenty-fifth century?! In other words, there is good and bad news in this.

Perhaps unfortunately, these protesters have taken up teabags as their symbol and carry them about, calling themselves teabaggers, as liberal media commentators have picked up on this and wield it like their own sledgehammer to mock these sanctimonious, would-be patriots, as it turns out that the phrase ’teabagging’ carries its own stark connotations in the nether regions of pornography.

You may not be too surprised to hear that your own primate-protagonist has wandered from time to time in the dark precincts of the Internet and the murky, shadowy world of pornography, albeit in the interest of research into the bizarre and profane, my thirst for knowledge knowing no practical bounds. Accordingly, I was not entirely unfamiliar with the term teabagging, myself. Though, I apparently misunderstood the term. I thought it referred to bikini camel-toe, that when a woman wears a tight and tiny bikini bottom, she is effectively teabagging herself.

As I listened to the MSNBC commentators endlessly riffing on this whole teabaggery business in gleeful mockery, I gathered that I had the wrong idea, but I apparently only moved on to another misconception. I came to think that it referred to deep throating oral sex, with the teabags being the testicles hanging on the chin, when the receiver has taken the fullest and deepest measure of the man’s passion, so to speak.

It was Sheepy who first pointed me in the right direction, though I refused her helpful instruction at the time, so steadfast I can be in my own notions, however wrongly conceived. She commented, “I thought teabagging was the act of sucking someone's balls. Dangly things. Going into a gaping orifice. An erect cock is nothing like a teabag, but balls I could see.” She does have the more reliable mind. If I had her brain, I would be a law professor today instead of just another troll on the Internet. But, again, as with the idea of bikini camel-toe, I guess I was overly fixated by my own excited notions.

I blame Ana Marie Cox, one of the MSNBC commentators. She had quipped mockingly, “Who wouldn’t want to teabag Cheney?!” And I guess I was too fascinated by the idea of Vice President Cheney forcefully deepthroating the pretty redhead, the uber-liberal Ana Marie Cox, if such a gun-centric guy can have that much tool to do the job, even with a good dose of Viagra.

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Just to show that the Obama-hate isn't all about racism:

Teabaggers

The “tea party” demonstrations are today. Spawned by right-wing millionaires and promoted by Fox News, these are suppose to represent grass-root uprisings against the Obama administration, creatively scheduled on tax day. These political demonstrations are trying to borrow from the prestige and tradition of the Boston Tea Party protest dating back to the 1770s that led to the American revolution. It’s a cute idea.

Less cute: a lot of these folks earnestly believe that they are fighting against another foreign tyrant, not an English king but a Kenyan tyrant, as in one who is literally a Kenyan and not a true, legal American.

The strong temptation is to think that this is just America’s sometimes dormant racism surfacing to the top, and I believe that this is a significant factor. However, I accept that Obama’s liberalism, with that ready inclination to expand government’s power, is a critical element. White liberals get the same sledgehammer treatment by the Vast Right-Wing Conspiracy. They play hard. Just ask the Clintons.

The fact that Obama is black and of recent African lineage just grounds the political distrust and antipathy that much deeper, stirring up that sense of un-Americanness to a greater froth. You would expect the first black president to have this kind of trouble, but, on the other hand, who would have expected to have a black president before the twenty-fifth century?! In other words, there is good and bad news in this.

Perhaps unfortunately, these protesters have taken up teabags as their symbol and carry them about, calling themselves teabaggers, as liberal media commentators have picked up on this and wield it like their own sledgehammer to mock these sanctimonious, would-be patriots, as it turns out that the phrase ’teabagging’ carries its own stark connotations in the nether regions of pornography.

You may not be too surprised to hear that your own primate-protagonist has wandered from time to time in the dark precincts of the Internet and the murky, shadowy world of pornography, albeit in the interest of research into the bizarre and profane, my thirst for knowledge knowing no practical bounds. Accordingly, I was not entirely unfamiliar with the term teabagging, myself. Though, I apparently misunderstood the term. I thought it referred to bikini camel-toe, that when a woman wears a tight and tiny bikini bottom, she is effectively teabagging herself.

As I listened to the MSNBC commentators endlessly riffing on this whole teabaggery business in gleeful mockery, I gathered that I had the wrong idea, but I apparently only moved on to another misconception. I came to think that it referred to deep throating oral sex, with the teabags being the testicles hanging on the chin, when the receiver has taken the fullest and deepest measure of the man’s passion, so to speak.

It was Sheepy who first pointed me in the right direction, though I refused her helpful instruction at the time, so steadfast I can be in my own notions, however wrongly conceived. She commented, “I thought teabagging was the act of sucking someone's balls. Dangly things. Going into a gaping orifice. An erect cock is nothing like a teabag, but balls I could see.” She does have the more reliable mind. If I had her brain, I would be a law professor today instead of just another troll on the Internet. But, again, as with the idea of bikini camel-toe, I guess I was overly fixated by my own excited notions.

I blame Ana Marie Cox, one of the MSNBC commentators. She had quipped mockingly, “Who wouldn’t want to teabag Cheney?!” And I guess I was too fascinated by the idea of Vice President Cheney forcefully deepthroating the pretty redhead, the uber-liberal Ana Marie Cox, if such a gun-centric guy can have that much tool to do the job, even with a good dose of Viagra.

_ _ _

Just to show that the Obama-hate isn't all about racism:

The Cats

Although my relationship with Ash and Willy is not nearly as close and intimate as was my relationship with Bo, still, when Willy comes to me tonight for a lot of tender petting, I have to appreciate how much these cats do make up for that loss of love in my life.

The Cats

Although my relationship with Ash and Willy is not nearly as close and intimate as was my relationship with Bo, still, when Willy comes to me tonight for a lot of tender petting, I have to appreciate how much these cats do make up for that loss of love in my life.