Necessary Clarification

My brother in-law Dej and I both feel it necessary to clarify, that although we both shower at least once a day this should not be taken as a sign that we lie more often than other men.

The correct interpretation of the comment "Men, they lie more than they shower!", is naturally that it in no way whatsoever refers to Dej or myself, but only to certain other men, the bad guys. Got it?

If you should wish a list of the bad guys, please contact Dej or myself and tell us where to fax it. Please note you will need at least 1,000 sheets of paper in the fax machine. An extremely small fee may be asked for to cover our inconvenience and time spent compiling the extensive list.

Hi-a-tus-es

Hi·a·tus  /haɪˈeɪtəs/ noun, plural hi·a·tus·es. (Dictionary.com)

The term hiatus has suddenly turned into a very popular word among my immediate family and friends in SecondLife. At this time I have five of those closest to me on a hiatus, they are my brother in-law Drey, my buddy Butch, my stepson Guyke, my sister Millimina and my buddy Ziggy. Their reasons for this decision vary.

Drey has just vanished and doesn't respond to messages, so his reasons are still unclear, but they usually occur when he has a lot of stuff going on in his first life.

Butch is on a sort of semi-hiatus because of first life occurrences. 

Guyke is on a hiatus to enjoy the feeling of cuddling up close to a warm man. 

Millimina is on one due to a busy first life also. 

And finally Ziggy because of painful health issues in first life - which are hopefully going to be taken care off by skillful surgeons of the Canadian Nation Health Care very soon.

In my humble (well maybe not all that humble...) opinion the five of them would be better off if they took a hiatus from their first lives instead of SecondLife, because their is no better place to be than in-world (preferably with me) if you want to relax from the stresses of a busy first life, as evidenced by the wonderful picture by Millimina that i am using in this post.

Guys Talking About Guys

Just before I was going to drop out to first life yesterday my beautiful brother in-law Dej logged in. I joined him for a short chat about life and men while we watched the sunset on Southern Charm.

Two men who love men talking about other men, who may or may not love men, is sometimes a bit confusing but fabulously profound and wickedly insightful, as it has the added value of us being men ourselves.

During our talk Dej told me he had read a comment on my blog that he didn't like and that he thought the guy who had written it could never have lost anyone he loved. When I told him that I did not remember the comment he was referring to, but that I believed that the man had told me that he had actually lost a love in his life. Dej snorted disparagingly, "Men, they lie more than they shower!"

Dej's comment made me laugh out loud, both because it surprised me and because it carried an element of truth. We have all met them, these men who rather than tell us the unadorned truth by some inner need are driven to embellish their stories in a completely unnecessary way.

One of these men is my own father, whom I love dearly and who never tell lies to people close to him because he knows we will spot it immediately. I cannot tell you how many times I have heard him go into a song and dance routine with a complete stranger or a salesperson at the door or in a shop somewhere rather than simply saying "No!" to them. When I have asked him about this strange and rather uncharacteristic habit of his - several times - he just shrugs and says "I wanted to give them an explanation, just to be polite or kind."

Just A Picture

Too Fashion Forward?

I must start by telling you that I have always had the Apmels as my role models when it comes to fashion in SecondLife. I used to believe their taste was impeccable.

That is until today, when I saw this picture of Apmel Ibbetson at Kueperpunk Korhonen's concert yesterday.

There is a limit to what I can accept and turning up at a concert dressed in tires is definitely too avantgarde for my taste. Call me conservative if you wish, but enough is enough!

Bock - The Party Man

First I stopped in at The Sanctuary for some great trance music with a DJ I had never listened to before, Nelopelou McKeenan. She played awesome music for us.

Next stop was The Bunker where an old friend and compatriot of mine Missy (formerly known as Miss K) was DJ-ing. I had never heard her DJ before so that was a good experience also.

The last stop of the evening was at the Naked Field Party with my friend DJ Avacar. It was a great idea to have a naked party in a field. 

At the party I met a lot of friends, some of whom I had not see in a very long time. Aside from the DJ Avacar and his hubby Rico, we were joined by Ryce Skytower-Aquila, Benja Aquila-Skytower, Jeff Ellsworth and Joeh Acker and a bunch of other hot men.. 

Through it all i was chatting with Dej, who had planned a pleasurable afternoon for himself which was  constantly interrupted by his noisy fat assed neighbor and her maid. Well, at least he got his afternoon drink without interruptions!

Strange Nightmare

Matt Damon's A1+ Quality smile

Tonight I had the strangest nightmare, which made me wake up with a scream. I dreamed that I felt something logged in my left cheek. When I pulled it out and looked at it I saw it was a partial denture for the four lower front teeth. I wondered who they belonged to, but as I was thinking about that my tongue felt a big gaping hole in the front of my lower jaw. When I tried the dentures they fit right into the hole. That's when I wake up, sitting up in by bed with a scream.

The thing is that, through a fluke of nature, I am the only one in my immediate family that has excellent teeth. Other than having the two upper wisdom teeth extracted, because they were growing crookedly, and succeeding in splitting a lower teeth while biting into a pebble in some badly cleaned rice, the rest of my teeth are immaculate. Unlike my parents and sisters I have always looked forward to my visits with my dentist and dental hygienist and I go there with joyful steps.

Despite my great teeth I have had a recurring nightmare since childhood. In the nightmare I am walking down a flight of stairs when I trip and fall. In the fall I manage to get all my front teeth knocked out.

The new nightmare seems to be a variation to the old familiar one, but after the fact of the fall instead of during it. I don't like it all and don't understand it.