Courtesy of Lola (with some edits):
1. my (Lola's) darling friend is a "heightist," meaning she won't date men who are under a certain height (5'10") no matter how attractive/successful they are. how tall do you like the gender of people that you're attracted to?
I guess my range is pretty big because I've never said, "Gheeze, she'd be attractive if she were shorter/taller." But, I do recall sleeping with a particularly short woman (<= 5'), and going at it missionary with her head in my chest was kinda weird.
2. foreplay: how long does this "have" to go on for you to be satisfied?
Depends. If my wife is giving me a courtesy hummer (OK, I know you're horny, if I do this will you leave me alone?) I can go quick. Otherwise, I'd say in the 10 min range.
3. intercourse: generally, how long does penetration need to last before you are satisfied?
Errr...not being on the business end, I don't think I'm the right person to respond. My wife has never (yes, that includes before me) come during penetration, so how long I last is not a huge deal to her (or so she tells me).
4. afterglow: are you a "fuck-n-run" type of person, or do you need the tender moments of post-coital bliss to chat, cuddle, etc.?
The latter, but not two hours worth.
5. Lola: i am mesmerised by the length of a man's fingers. in fact, there's a married guy at work whose hands leave me wobbly with wanton desire. so, fingers ... the longer the better? or do you like short, stubby fingers? or does it matter as long as the person has all 10 digits?
I prefer long ones, but how they look otherwise is more important. Then again, I've never thought, "Wow, what great fingers...I gotta get in her panties!"
Wednesday, February 28, 2007
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
It was sunny today?
Shit, 5pm and I barely saw the sun today. It was too windy to ride my bike at lunch, so I mostly hung out with the dog (Nugget, the 1 y.o. pug) and did some product development work (yech). I shouldn't bitch since I made some good progress on it and I think there are some people who can sell it for me. I also got some paperwork done, including getting signed up for the Rotary Convention. I'm prez of my club come July 1, so I'm hoping to learn about some cool programs and make some contacts.
My wife seems pretty buried tonight, but I'll try to get her mind off of work at least for a little while;-) And, I got the UT-Florida game on the DVR.
My wife seems pretty buried tonight, but I'll try to get her mind off of work at least for a little while;-) And, I got the UT-Florida game on the DVR.
The War On...
There's a man in his 70's who lives around the corner from us who walks in the morning. I saw him today as I was getting the paper. He asked me (out of the blue), "So, has George W. called you for any advice?" I paused for a moment, then responded, "Yeah, but he doesn't seem to listen to it." I bring this up since last week the administration had the balls to say that Bush's strategy of fighting them (Al Quaeda, presumably) over there isn't going so well. Even more conservative papers reported on it. A couple of things come to mind:
1) Where is the outrage? I can see how Bush/Cheney put the WMDs front and center when selling the war. Seeing bad guy with bombs is something people can relate to. But, wasn't getting Al Quaeda the *real* reason for going over there. Or was it toppling Hussein? At least he got that done (for better or for worse).
2) This really shows how Bush took the his eye off of the ball by going to Iraq. Fuck, he can barely walk and chew bubble-gum, let alone handle to complex things at once. Iraq wasn't a threat, but now we are ass deep in that quagmire. Al Quaeda was, and now is even more so.
So, we've been fighting a preemptive war for four years and the enemy is getting STRONGER. Oh, and by the way, the Taliban (remember them, the ones who were in bed with Bin Laden?) tried to off Cheney today.
One thing that I'm already sick of are the Dems trying to justify their votes on going to war (or, in Obama's case, crowing about what he might have done). You know what? Right now, I don't give a shit as to whether they bought Bush's story. Tell me how you will get us out of there and the ramifications of doing so. Not that I would vote for any of them, but it would be good information for those still making up their minds.
1) Where is the outrage? I can see how Bush/Cheney put the WMDs front and center when selling the war. Seeing bad guy with bombs is something people can relate to. But, wasn't getting Al Quaeda the *real* reason for going over there. Or was it toppling Hussein? At least he got that done (for better or for worse).
2) This really shows how Bush took the his eye off of the ball by going to Iraq. Fuck, he can barely walk and chew bubble-gum, let alone handle to complex things at once. Iraq wasn't a threat, but now we are ass deep in that quagmire. Al Quaeda was, and now is even more so.
So, we've been fighting a preemptive war for four years and the enemy is getting STRONGER. Oh, and by the way, the Taliban (remember them, the ones who were in bed with Bin Laden?) tried to off Cheney today.
One thing that I'm already sick of are the Dems trying to justify their votes on going to war (or, in Obama's case, crowing about what he might have done). You know what? Right now, I don't give a shit as to whether they bought Bush's story. Tell me how you will get us out of there and the ramifications of doing so. Not that I would vote for any of them, but it would be good information for those still making up their minds.
Monday, February 26, 2007
Oscar Night
I’m not really into the Oscars, or any awards show for that matter. The idea of judging art for statues just seems impossible and dumb. Art is arguable, box office isn’t. That’s how
Since the show is on so early here (
I’m not into who wore what, who has had work done, etc. But I will say this: Jennifer Hudson needs to donate some of her cheeseburgers to Nicole Kidman.
Snowbound, Pt. 2
My wife was in TX on business, so it gave me and the HB all day Saturday together. Since we missed out on some of the snow last weekend, we headed to the mountains for some sledding. I was a little unsure whether there was actually going to be much snow, but it’s only 90 miles, so it was a pretty small investment. When we got to 4000 feet and there wasn’t any on the ground I was getting a bit nervous. But, there was a road that ran north of a local ski area which is in the shadow of the mountain at about 6500 feet that was just the ticket. We stayed for a few hours and had a great time (and I was glad to soak in the hot tub when we got back).
Of the many things I like about living in LA is that we’re able to visit snow in the winter. Living in it completely sucks. I always make it a point to go to the beach after going to the mountains, just because I can. It’s a bit decadent, but it’s good to keep in the memory bank when I’m stuck in traffic.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
Nashville
I made it back from Nashville Nashville
Then, there was great news…after being gone for two years (shit, then it seemed a whole lot longer) she was moving back! But, it was too good to be true (for me, at least). As quick as she got here she found someone else (a Cuban guy I knew) and was hoping that we would be “friends”. Let’s just say that did not work out so well. After some long nights of drinking and gnashing of teeth, I mentally let her go. After high school I ran into her one more time (she was working at a fast food place near my parents’ house) and that was that. And she was out of my mind for good. Or, so I thought.
Fast forward to 1998. My wife and I were living in
A couple of more years passed and she called again. She was still married, though things were going downhill and working at a law firm in
After that we would talk once or twice month—I’d call her during layovers when I was traveling. While I was somewhat wary, it was a joy getting to know her again and rediscovering why I had fallen in love with her in the first place. As it turned out, we had lived somewhat parallel lives in the LA music business (me in radio, she and her husband did sound for a lot bands that I listened to). There were many concerts and club shows we had both been at, but didn’t run into each other. When I asked her why she had treated me as she did when we were kids, it was easy to accept her apologies and move on.
In October of 2001, the firm I was with was having a partners meeting in
OK, you’ve hung with this long enough to get to the
I won’t do a travelogue of
Saturday, February 24, 2007
Saturday 8 (Thanks Lola!)
Borrowed from Lola's with a few edits:
1. wine: which do you prefer ... reds or whites, or perhaps something different, like a dessert/ice wine?
All other things being equal, my preferences are in this order: Zinfandel, Syrah, Rioja, Savignon Blanc and Chardonnay
2. What kind of beer, if any, do you prefer?
Again, in order: Brown Ale, Bitter (like you'd get in England or Red Hook ESB), something with a yeast that gives off a creamy taste (e.g., Boddington's), the coldest one within reach. When I make beer I try to anticipate the season (e.g., darker beers for winter, pale ales for summer, etc.).
3. spirits: are you a hard-liquor drinker? if so, what kind(s)? if not, why not?
Yes, very much so. Have always had a man-crush on Jack (lol). I also went through a period where my motto was, "Anything made with vodka tastes better with tequilla. Also, a taste for single-malts runs in my family. More regularly I'll drink vodka and cranberry (something I established a taste for when my wife was pregnant--when we'd go out she'd drink cranberry juice and I would get mine high-test), Jack and diet Coke, or just about any strong liquor and Hansen's Ginger Ale.
4. Let's say I'm going to open a wine bar opens in a few weeks, and my spouse thinks i have too many people to invite to the grand opening. should i brown-nose and keep my bosses on the guest list, or should i forget them and just stick with my good friends (the bosses will probably overhear people talking about the opening, unofortch).
If it were me, I'd invite people who like to drink wine, have the money to do so and will tell their friends about it (see The Tipping Point).
5. when i drink a good red, i LOVE to have a rich, thick, heavy slab of parmesan to eat while enjoying my wine. when you drink alcohol (or in the past, if you are currently a non-drinker), what types of snacks or foods do you like to have while you drink ... and are their certain 'pairings' you prefer?
Funny story...the first good wine class I took was taught by a Hepatologist. I shit you not. He was of the belief that any good wine goes with any good food. I tend to agree. Having said that, I love a a crisp Savignon Blanc with spicy food and a spicy Syrah or Zin with bland food.
6. are you going to watch the oscars this weekend? why or why not?
Yes, because my wife will--and she only watches for the clothes.
7. i love celeb fashion, and love the snarky site "go fug yourself" even more. are you interested in any of the red carpet styles that happen at awards shows?
I couldn't care less. I think that the people who make money off of that stuff are parasites.
8. Even if it involves resurrecting Jim Morrison or Bob Marley from the dead, which musical artist/group would you die to see live?
This may be a little more of an obscure response than the question was intended, and I'll assume that for the dead or broken up we get to here him/her/them at the height of their powers, but here goes:
The Jeff Beck Group. The interplay between Beck and Rod Stewart is amazing (and yes, it pre-dates that great thing that Page and Plant had).
Led Zeppelin. Yes, I'm a sucker for great blues guitar.
The Rolling Stones, with the Keith Richards and Mick Jones lineup. This is the version that recorded Sticky Fingers and Exile on Main Street.
The Replacements. I LOVED these guys and saw them a bunch of times. Paul Westerberg's a genius, but IMHO he's gotten formulaic of late. Either way, these were the guys made alt and punk rock really work.
Jane's Addiction. My wife and I saw them once at the Fonda theater in L.A., which is a tiny outdoor place near the Hollywood Bowl, on the Ritual De Lo Habitual tour. They had the whole place setup like the album cover. They played most of that record and a good deal of Nothing's Shocking and it was fucking amazing. I'd love to hear that band do that again.
And, just to see what kind of train wreck it was, Metallica when Dave Mustaine was still in the band.
1. wine: which do you prefer ... reds or whites, or perhaps something different, like a dessert/ice wine?
All other things being equal, my preferences are in this order: Zinfandel, Syrah, Rioja, Savignon Blanc and Chardonnay
2. What kind of beer, if any, do you prefer?
Again, in order: Brown Ale, Bitter (like you'd get in England or Red Hook ESB), something with a yeast that gives off a creamy taste (e.g., Boddington's), the coldest one within reach. When I make beer I try to anticipate the season (e.g., darker beers for winter, pale ales for summer, etc.).
3. spirits: are you a hard-liquor drinker? if so, what kind(s)? if not, why not?
Yes, very much so. Have always had a man-crush on Jack (lol). I also went through a period where my motto was, "Anything made with vodka tastes better with tequilla. Also, a taste for single-malts runs in my family. More regularly I'll drink vodka and cranberry (something I established a taste for when my wife was pregnant--when we'd go out she'd drink cranberry juice and I would get mine high-test), Jack and diet Coke, or just about any strong liquor and Hansen's Ginger Ale.
4. Let's say I'm going to open a wine bar opens in a few weeks, and my spouse thinks i have too many people to invite to the grand opening. should i brown-nose and keep my bosses on the guest list, or should i forget them and just stick with my good friends (the bosses will probably overhear people talking about the opening, unofortch).
If it were me, I'd invite people who like to drink wine, have the money to do so and will tell their friends about it (see The Tipping Point).
5. when i drink a good red, i LOVE to have a rich, thick, heavy slab of parmesan to eat while enjoying my wine. when you drink alcohol (or in the past, if you are currently a non-drinker), what types of snacks or foods do you like to have while you drink ... and are their certain 'pairings' you prefer?
Funny story...the first good wine class I took was taught by a Hepatologist. I shit you not. He was of the belief that any good wine goes with any good food. I tend to agree. Having said that, I love a a crisp Savignon Blanc with spicy food and a spicy Syrah or Zin with bland food.
6. are you going to watch the oscars this weekend? why or why not?
Yes, because my wife will--and she only watches for the clothes.
7. i love celeb fashion, and love the snarky site "go fug yourself" even more. are you interested in any of the red carpet styles that happen at awards shows?
I couldn't care less. I think that the people who make money off of that stuff are parasites.
8. Even if it involves resurrecting Jim Morrison or Bob Marley from the dead, which musical artist/group would you die to see live?
This may be a little more of an obscure response than the question was intended, and I'll assume that for the dead or broken up we get to here him/her/them at the height of their powers, but here goes:
The Jeff Beck Group. The interplay between Beck and Rod Stewart is amazing (and yes, it pre-dates that great thing that Page and Plant had).
Led Zeppelin. Yes, I'm a sucker for great blues guitar.
The Rolling Stones, with the Keith Richards and Mick Jones lineup. This is the version that recorded Sticky Fingers and Exile on Main Street.
The Replacements. I LOVED these guys and saw them a bunch of times. Paul Westerberg's a genius, but IMHO he's gotten formulaic of late. Either way, these were the guys made alt and punk rock really work.
Jane's Addiction. My wife and I saw them once at the Fonda theater in L.A., which is a tiny outdoor place near the Hollywood Bowl, on the Ritual De Lo Habitual tour. They had the whole place setup like the album cover. They played most of that record and a good deal of Nothing's Shocking and it was fucking amazing. I'd love to hear that band do that again.
And, just to see what kind of train wreck it was, Metallica when Dave Mustaine was still in the band.
Friday, February 23, 2007
Snowbound, Pt. I
My wife and I are both born and raised in Southern California. In 1993, we moved to Newton, MA for 6 years (just west of Boston). This has given both of us an appreciation of the joys of *visiting* snow. So, with that in mind, I took the HB up to the mountains last weekend with his Indian Guides tribe.
Most of the boys in the tribe are good kids (tho' the few could stand a bit more parenting) and I like most of the dad's (enjoy drinking a few beers, playing cards, talking about music, etc.), so I knew it was going to be a good time. The only wild card was the amount of snow. Or, more precisely, lack thereof as things have been pretty dry in these parts this winter. Last year we had one good day of snow for sledding (note to self--the 40+ year old coccyx is not built for this type of activity).
When we got there on Saturday afternoon, there was a little snow on the ground...about enough to make some snowballs. Sunday...nothing. But, it snowed Sunday night (about 4-5 inches) and was still snowing a little in the morning. This really turned the weekend around and we all had a great time. But, it was nice to get home, hop in the Jacuzzi, take a shower and get a good night's sleep...so I could pack and head to Nashville.
Most of the boys in the tribe are good kids (tho' the few could stand a bit more parenting) and I like most of the dad's (enjoy drinking a few beers, playing cards, talking about music, etc.), so I knew it was going to be a good time. The only wild card was the amount of snow. Or, more precisely, lack thereof as things have been pretty dry in these parts this winter. Last year we had one good day of snow for sledding (note to self--the 40+ year old coccyx is not built for this type of activity).
When we got there on Saturday afternoon, there was a little snow on the ground...about enough to make some snowballs. Sunday...nothing. But, it snowed Sunday night (about 4-5 inches) and was still snowing a little in the morning. This really turned the weekend around and we all had a great time. But, it was nice to get home, hop in the Jacuzzi, take a shower and get a good night's sleep...so I could pack and head to Nashville.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Hanging at the LA Open
The HB had the day off on Thursday (and Friday, and Monday...). He goes to a private school (yes, one of these days I'll rant about the LA public schools) and when there's a "regular" 3-day weekend they tend to extend it. For those with tons of money, I'm sure it allows them a great skiing jaunt (although there's hardly shit to ski on in CA right now). For us working folks it requires a bit of a balancing act. Fortunately, both my wife and I have flexible enough schedules to make it work.
Earlier this week, tickets to the LA Open golf tournament magically appeared in my mailbox. I'm thinking that this occurred for one or more of 3 reasons:
1) I've bought tickets in the past (but not the last couple of years).
2) When Northwest Airlines sponsored the tourney I was a frequent flyer with them and they gave me tix.
3) Tiger Woods isn't playing and they don't want the place to look empty.
Whatever the case, my wife watched the HB in the am and I asked him if he wanted to go (rather than asking a client) in the afternoon.
Now, there something you really need to know about the HB. He's a great kid, does well in school and I love him to death. He's also the kind of kid who has NO interest in sports--he tends to live between his ears. The great irony here is that I LOVE sports. We expose him to everything (art, sports, outdoor stuff, etc.). I can tell you that he has the reading/writing gene, but not the sports one. So, he decided to humor me and come along.
Strange as it sounds, professional golf can be a very cool spectator sport. The tickets for this kind of event are reasonable ($25) and you can watch from sun up to sundown. You can get much closer to the players than you can at any other sporting event, particularly if you go during the early rounds. Plus, you can manage your own schedule--follow a group, check out on hole, whatever works for you.
He doesn't know any of the players, so we didn't really need to follow anybody. This meant I could show him some cool stuff on the course. I made sure that I took him to two holes in particular: the first and the sixth. I figure he'd dig the first because almost all the players hit driver so he would really see some guys kill the ball. I picked the sixth because he talked about wanting to see players in the sand (how sick is that) and this hole is unique in that it has a sand trap in the middle of the green. He was marginally impressed with both.
We hung out for a few hours then headed on back. As I suspected, there's still no need for me to buy him clubs and lessons. But, we had a great sunny afternoon walking around and chatting. Not bad for a pair of free tickets.
Earlier this week, tickets to the LA Open golf tournament magically appeared in my mailbox. I'm thinking that this occurred for one or more of 3 reasons:
1) I've bought tickets in the past (but not the last couple of years).
2) When Northwest Airlines sponsored the tourney I was a frequent flyer with them and they gave me tix.
3) Tiger Woods isn't playing and they don't want the place to look empty.
Whatever the case, my wife watched the HB in the am and I asked him if he wanted to go (rather than asking a client) in the afternoon.
Now, there something you really need to know about the HB. He's a great kid, does well in school and I love him to death. He's also the kind of kid who has NO interest in sports--he tends to live between his ears. The great irony here is that I LOVE sports. We expose him to everything (art, sports, outdoor stuff, etc.). I can tell you that he has the reading/writing gene, but not the sports one. So, he decided to humor me and come along.
Strange as it sounds, professional golf can be a very cool spectator sport. The tickets for this kind of event are reasonable ($25) and you can watch from sun up to sundown. You can get much closer to the players than you can at any other sporting event, particularly if you go during the early rounds. Plus, you can manage your own schedule--follow a group, check out on hole, whatever works for you.
He doesn't know any of the players, so we didn't really need to follow anybody. This meant I could show him some cool stuff on the course. I made sure that I took him to two holes in particular: the first and the sixth. I figure he'd dig the first because almost all the players hit driver so he would really see some guys kill the ball. I picked the sixth because he talked about wanting to see players in the sand (how sick is that) and this hole is unique in that it has a sand trap in the middle of the green. He was marginally impressed with both.
We hung out for a few hours then headed on back. As I suspected, there's still no need for me to buy him clubs and lessons. But, we had a great sunny afternoon walking around and chatting. Not bad for a pair of free tickets.
Wednesday, February 14, 2007
Happy Valentine's Day
First, I hope that you are spending V-Day with someone you love and/or lust. Given that the hassles of going out for dinner on V-Day are only exceeded by those on New Year's eve, my wife and I have traditionally done the romantic dinner at home. We're not big on giving gifts to each other. This hearkens back to the days when we didn't have much money, so we'd save up for that big dinner, a trip, etc. So, I don't have to go around town looking for the biggest this or the flashiest that.
I was making a plan for us: After she put our son (the Happy Boy, to be known as the HB) to bed, I'd run out to our fave Italian place and get us a nice antipasto. We could then bust open a good bottle of wine and enjoy a quiet romantic dinner. She politely declined in that she's back on Weight Watchers and thought the dinner would put her over the point limit for the day. Maybe it's me, but I would think that a woman going on a diet right before V-Day would kinda be like a guy deciding to quit drinking beer Super Bowl weekend. If she wants leftover enchiladas tonight, then so be it. It's not worth getting worked up over. We're still going to have a great evening.
For those of you who need a sexier lead in, check out the Wet Wednesday, courtesy of Lola.
So, enjoy St. Valentine's Day and night.
I was making a plan for us: After she put our son (the Happy Boy, to be known as the HB) to bed, I'd run out to our fave Italian place and get us a nice antipasto. We could then bust open a good bottle of wine and enjoy a quiet romantic dinner. She politely declined in that she's back on Weight Watchers and thought the dinner would put her over the point limit for the day. Maybe it's me, but I would think that a woman going on a diet right before V-Day would kinda be like a guy deciding to quit drinking beer Super Bowl weekend. If she wants leftover enchiladas tonight, then so be it. It's not worth getting worked up over. We're still going to have a great evening.
For those of you who need a sexier lead in, check out the Wet Wednesday, courtesy of Lola.
So, enjoy St. Valentine's Day and night.
Monday, February 12, 2007
Can You Have Your Head in the Sand With One Eye Looking Out?
Big media self-flagellation is a great thing to see. It's a bit more in vogue since Katrina, the story where the news media finally quit being a (face down) lap dog for W and decided to start asking some questions of our government.
L.A. Times columnist Tim Rutten regularly covers media issues and wrote a column (note that you may need to do a free sign-up to access LA Times content--I've found it pretty much spam free) about how the media covered the death of Anna Nicole Smith. I won't go on about Ms. Smith, other to say that when made up and photographed she was smokin' hot (when her weight was less than the average college offensive lineman) and the comparisons to Marilyn Monroe are ridiculous. Then again, my celebrity radar can be way off, given that I couldn't believe that so many people gave a shit about OJ Simpson. But, I digress.
Rutten's argument is that newspapers should be immune to public opinion and that for their survival they should choose between feeding its readers broccoli or ice cream. He claims that the ability to instantly measure the public's desire for a story via website hits is making the soft serve machines go into overdrive.
Newspapers have always been commercial ventures. For all of its great reporting [insert name of your favorite newspaper here] still had to sell Washington's Birthday white sale and classified ads. The Chandler family (who turned around the LA Times and made it into a real paper) was unapologetic boosters of any plan to grow LA so that it would have more subscribers for its advertisers. Maybe they don't have the same return as the condo development on the beach, but the owners have been happy to cede that for the power the paper gave them to shape public policy.
Where I disagree with Rutten is with the conjunction or. Why not and? If a page one story about Anna Nicole Smith gets at least some of the people reading about Iraq/Iran or some other topic that perhaps they should know about, where's the harm in printing them both? It's not like the LA Times doesn't have an entertainment section. Besides, higher readership might entice some local buyers to purchase it back from the Tribune Company of Chicago, who was the highest bidder.
L.A. Times columnist Tim Rutten regularly covers media issues and wrote a column (note that you may need to do a free sign-up to access LA Times content--I've found it pretty much spam free) about how the media covered the death of Anna Nicole Smith. I won't go on about Ms. Smith, other to say that when made up and photographed she was smokin' hot (when her weight was less than the average college offensive lineman) and the comparisons to Marilyn Monroe are ridiculous. Then again, my celebrity radar can be way off, given that I couldn't believe that so many people gave a shit about OJ Simpson. But, I digress.
Rutten's argument is that newspapers should be immune to public opinion and that for their survival they should choose between feeding its readers broccoli or ice cream. He claims that the ability to instantly measure the public's desire for a story via website hits is making the soft serve machines go into overdrive.
Newspapers have always been commercial ventures. For all of its great reporting [insert name of your favorite newspaper here] still had to sell Washington's Birthday white sale and classified ads. The Chandler family (who turned around the LA Times and made it into a real paper) was unapologetic boosters of any plan to grow LA so that it would have more subscribers for its advertisers. Maybe they don't have the same return as the condo development on the beach, but the owners have been happy to cede that for the power the paper gave them to shape public policy.
Where I disagree with Rutten is with the conjunction or. Why not and? If a page one story about Anna Nicole Smith gets at least some of the people reading about Iraq/Iran or some other topic that perhaps they should know about, where's the harm in printing them both? It's not like the LA Times doesn't have an entertainment section. Besides, higher readership might entice some local buyers to purchase it back from the Tribune Company of Chicago, who was the highest bidder.
Saturday, February 10, 2007
What This Is All About
Greetings and welcome. I've read blogs for a while and have made some good friends through them. Due to some gentle encouragement I've decided to jump in. I'm a big believer in truth in advertising, so here are some key things about me and this blog:
I was born and raised in Southern California. I've lived in some other places and traveled to many others, but believe that Los Angeles is an imperfect, yet wonderful and beautiful city. No, I don't work in the entertainment industry or for a chamber of commerce.
I'm going to have lots of opinions about things. I have a distinct point of view (I'm a card carrying, dues paying Libertarian). Comments are welcome. Name calling and personal attacks are not.
I don't think of myself as a cynic, but I do cast a critical eye on things (hm...may have something to do with my Ph.D. in industrial and organizational psychology) and am generally suspicious of authority.
You're not going to find a lot of sex here--this ain't a sex blog. However, I am married and my wife and I still do have sex, so I would imagine those things will pop up. Just don't expect a lot of bitching about my wife.
I grew up in a loving family that has some quirks. You're not going to read about my horrible childhood or the abuse me and my (only) brother suffered. Now, my wife's family, that's a completely different story....
I'm a big sports fan, so you'll read some stuff about that as well. I mostly root for the teams I grew up with (Angels, Lakers, RAIDERS, USC football, UCLA basketball), but did adopt The University of Tennessee along the way.
I'm an atheist. However, I judge people based on what they do, not what they believe.
I own a small consulting firm (see suspicious of authority) and really enjoy working for myself.
My pseudonym came from a great friend who I truly love. I'm sure at some point I'll tell the story behind it.
While I wouldn't say that I have a lot of hobbies, there are plenty of things I like doing besides work, such as hiking, biking and home brewing (yes, I make my own beer and it's usually awesome).
I love music. I played bass in a blues band to keep beer in my fridge during college. While I listen to a variety of things the music a) must have a lot of passion behind it and b) have exceptional musicians. Singers, with very few exceptions, do much for me.
At this point, I have no idea how often I'll post. Probably not often until I get the formatting the way I want it and some link ups.
Hope ya stick around.
I was born and raised in Southern California. I've lived in some other places and traveled to many others, but believe that Los Angeles is an imperfect, yet wonderful and beautiful city. No, I don't work in the entertainment industry or for a chamber of commerce.
I'm going to have lots of opinions about things. I have a distinct point of view (I'm a card carrying, dues paying Libertarian). Comments are welcome. Name calling and personal attacks are not.
I don't think of myself as a cynic, but I do cast a critical eye on things (hm...may have something to do with my Ph.D. in industrial and organizational psychology) and am generally suspicious of authority.
You're not going to find a lot of sex here--this ain't a sex blog. However, I am married and my wife and I still do have sex, so I would imagine those things will pop up. Just don't expect a lot of bitching about my wife.
I grew up in a loving family that has some quirks. You're not going to read about my horrible childhood or the abuse me and my (only) brother suffered. Now, my wife's family, that's a completely different story....
I'm a big sports fan, so you'll read some stuff about that as well. I mostly root for the teams I grew up with (Angels, Lakers, RAIDERS, USC football, UCLA basketball), but did adopt The University of Tennessee along the way.
I'm an atheist. However, I judge people based on what they do, not what they believe.
I own a small consulting firm (see suspicious of authority) and really enjoy working for myself.
My pseudonym came from a great friend who I truly love. I'm sure at some point I'll tell the story behind it.
While I wouldn't say that I have a lot of hobbies, there are plenty of things I like doing besides work, such as hiking, biking and home brewing (yes, I make my own beer and it's usually awesome).
I love music. I played bass in a blues band to keep beer in my fridge during college. While I listen to a variety of things the music a) must have a lot of passion behind it and b) have exceptional musicians. Singers, with very few exceptions, do much for me.
At this point, I have no idea how often I'll post. Probably not often until I get the formatting the way I want it and some link ups.
Hope ya stick around.
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