tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-35960462011-07-28T18:27:50.508-04:00shellshockingshellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.comBlogger1131100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-789361472002-07-14T11:12:00.000-04:002004-05-12T13:51:40.840-04:00Looking around, you see nothing but empty liquor bottles, discarded garments, and the assorted detritus of nearly 3 weeks of partying. Even the hot tub has been drained.
Lipstick letters on the wall read:
Hey! What the fuck are you doing here? We're all at Shell's new place...shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-789278942002-07-14T02:33:00.000-04:002002-07-14T02:33:56.723-04:00I sit on the edge of your bed, my cool fingers stroking your face, smoothing away the day's worries. "Sweet dreams," I whisper, leaning close to your ear. You feel my lips brush against yours.shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-789268352002-07-14T01:50:00.000-04:002002-07-14T01:50:30.406-04:00My Love in Her Attire
by Author Unknown
My love in her attire doth show her wit,
It doth so well become her:
For every season she hath dressings, fit,
For winter, spring, and summer.
No beauty she doth miss,
When all her robes are on:
But Beauty's self she is,
When all her robes are gone.shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-789267172002-07-14T01:45:00.000-04:002002-07-14T01:45:55.323-04:00Sweet Disorder*
by Robert Herrick
A sweet disorder in the dress
Kindles in clothes a wantonness:
A lawn about the shoulders thrown
Into a fine distraction --
An erring lace, which here and there
Enthrals the crimson stomacher --
A cuff neglectful, and thereby
Ribbands to flow confusedly --
A winning wave, deserving note,
In the tempestuous petticoat --
A careless shoe-string, in whose tie
I shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-789250612002-07-14T00:48:00.000-04:002002-07-14T00:48:41.273-04:00ENOUGH TO BE DANGEROUS
Many kisses to Zaldor for trying to clean up the mess I made of the movable type installation. Unfortunately, being the perfectionist I am, I did a superb job of screwing it up, to the point that now my login doesn't even work. *g* So we're still here on blogspot, for at least another day, while I wait for the very nice people at MT to look at what I did, snicker at my shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-789179372002-07-13T20:25:00.000-04:002002-07-13T20:25:02.493-04:00Blogging will be light this weekend. I'm in the process of transferring to movable type. The installation is complete, now I just have to move the blog entries and futz with the visual settings.
But I'm taking a bath break now. Yes, one of those luxurious lavender bubble baths. :) Would anyone like to volunteer to wash my hair? How about running the soapy washcloth all over my wet body?shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-789075992002-07-13T13:38:00.000-04:002002-07-13T13:38:22.046-04:00The Appalachian Trail winds through the mountains of North Carolina and passes through a little town called Hot Springs. The only industry there seems to be hiking. Every little shop has hiking gear and portable food. Grimy pedestrians with backpacks and walking sticks mingle with the locals. We were the exception. We drove into the town.
Our destination was the Hot Springs Spa and Resort.shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-788984522002-07-13T04:37:00.000-04:002002-07-13T04:37:50.833-04:00WHAT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR
A picture of Shell in a girl-girl kiss.
(She's beautiful, but she's a bitch!)shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-788855192002-07-12T20:51:00.000-04:002002-07-12T20:51:18.960-04:00Am I the only loser home on Friday night? This sucks. My readers have better sex lives than I do.shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-788850842002-07-12T20:33:00.000-04:002002-07-12T21:08:37.000-04:00KISS THE GIRL
Suli says: Ever kissed a girl? I've kissed I think, 3. It's way cool, and you don't even have to be a lesbian to think so. No I'm not, but I've had a few lovely lady experiences.
The first time I was in the bathroom of the local artsy hippie watering hole talking to my tall beautiful friend Kathy about something, and I just couldn't stop thinking about how kissable she looked, shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-788840602002-07-12T19:55:00.000-04:002002-07-12T19:55:56.800-04:00Yay! Blogger's letting me publish again. I'm still switching to movable type, but I'm letting them install it. Fuck work. This is my fucking weekend!
However I am out of tequila. So I will either have to leave off blogging for a half hour or so to make a liquor run or just get high on hot blogger love.shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-788797212002-07-12T17:36:00.000-04:002002-07-12T19:51:47.000-04:00I'M HOME!
Let the weekend begin!
Start with some 80s music, add tequila, mix liberally. Serve with internet.shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-788728632002-07-12T14:29:00.000-04:002002-07-12T14:29:54.723-04:00*grumble grumble*
stupid blogger, not letting me go back and close that tag
*bitch moan curse*shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-788686182002-07-12T12:40:00.000-04:002002-07-12T14:28:28.000-04:00sneaking around
Waiting for a customer to come pick up her pants (yes, go ahead and snicker at the wording, I'll leave it as is...) and then I've got to run out to the fabric store (for the second time today!) and exchange the 5/8" snaps for the 1/2" snaps. I thought I could guess the size without having the garment handy... turns out that was not quite true. But when I was there I looked at shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-788578922002-07-12T06:24:00.000-04:002002-07-12T06:24:37.280-04:00G'morning everybody
*Shell rubs the sleep from her eyes.* Good to be Friday again. The workweeks after a long weekend just seem to drag, but now I'm looking forward to down time. Don't really know what I'll blog about this weekend, so I'm taking suggestions/requests.
I need to get one of those jobs where I get to play online all day and not do any real work. That would be cool. Sucks shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-788486132002-07-12T00:02:00.000-04:002002-07-12T00:02:25.376-04:00GOODNIGHT KISSES
Shell settles in comfortably on an upper branch of an old maple tree with Zaldor's arms around her. The air is thick and hazy and smells of green things growing and decaying in the summer heat. She presses her lips against his throat as he strokes her hair and the branch sways gently beneath them.
In lieu of giving Pej a goodnight kiss, Shell lets him watch while she makes shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-788452352002-07-11T22:28:00.000-04:002002-07-11T22:28:08.690-04:00STUPID RESEARCH
In a dumbass study of only 65 mothers, researchers from St. George hospital in the UK decided that encouraging mothers to see and hold their stillborn baby may cause them to be depressed.
WHAT A FUCKING LOAD OF SHIT!
Gee, maybe they were depressed because they lost their baby. And maybe there was a correlation between holding the baby and depression because mothers who were shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-788410202002-07-11T20:18:00.000-04:002002-07-11T20:18:22.336-04:00ABOUT ME
I'm the oldest of 4 siblings, a sister and two brothers
I have lunch with my mother every day
I hate to wear bracelets
I love big dangly earrings
I drink milk every day
I miss my grandmother very much
I love sewing pretty dresses, but I mostly wear jeans
And comfortable shoes
I used to have an eating disorder
I weigh more now than I ever have in my life
And I love the way my body looks
shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-788057482002-07-11T00:46:00.000-04:002002-07-11T00:46:33.676-04:00I intended to hand out more personalized kisses tonight, but I'm too sleepy to do more than blow kisses at the monitor. Maybe tomorrow.
*many smooches*
Sweet dreams, all.
shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-788036662002-07-10T23:54:00.000-04:002002-07-10T23:54:20.616-04:00The author of this article has had threesomes often enough to give advice.
My golden rule for threesomes is that it has to be a spontaneous affair with never to be seen again strangers. Unless inviting a third party into your king size is the only thing that turns you on, threesomes are best left to chance.
I'm far from prudish, but I've never had sex with one stranger, let alone two. "Doubleshellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-788006122002-07-10T22:37:00.000-04:002002-07-10T22:37:06.810-04:00Why oh why didn't I stop at the chinese place on my way home from work today?
I don't feel like cooking or going out, and the chinese place is closed by now anyway.
Which leaves me the options of having cereal, popcorn, or ice cream for dinner instead of seseme chicken and fried rice.shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-787992482002-07-10T21:59:00.000-04:002002-07-10T21:59:56.563-04:00Zaldor's "What Would You Do Wednesday"
You love oral sex, both giving and receiving - your partner, however, loves to receive, but isn't crazy about giving it. You're feeling "taken for granted" because you're not receiving as much as you are giving - so you decide to talk to them about it - offer suggestions, get out your feelings. What would you do?
1. Provide an assortment of toppings for shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-787881392002-07-10T15:23:00.000-04:002002-07-10T15:23:44.630-04:00I'm thinking of buying this computer.
I use my computer for blogging, websurfing, word processing, and online banking. I don't play games or listen to music. I do want to be able to play with paint shop pro and my digital camera without major slowdowns.
In comparison, the machine I'm on now is a 586 processor, 24mb RAM, 1.2G hard drive.
So is this computer a good deal? Will it do what I shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-787631682002-07-10T01:01:00.000-04:002002-07-10T01:01:03.023-04:00THREE KISSES
Heavenly shades of night are falling... it's pumpkin time...
Consider me (mostly) back to my cheerful self, thanks to everyone's good thoughts and wicked comments (and a couple of hours of looking at fancy dresses. why? you got me. but it makes as much sense as martial arts.) Just some special thanks before I go.
Shell gives Group Captain Mandrake a warm soft hug and kiss, shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-787597012002-07-09T23:30:00.000-04:002002-07-09T23:30:04.573-04:00MEET MOLLY
Molly is part Persian, part Siamese, and part feral. If she were a human, instead of a cat, she'd be called "special" and put in the special education class. She is lying on my lap right now, purring loudly, kneading my leg (ow!) and resting her chin on my arm.
She loves attention. If you call her name, she'll make a certain little cry that means "Really? Me? You like me?" and shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-787530492002-07-09T20:23:00.000-04:002002-07-09T20:27:28.000-04:00PADME AMIDALA COSTUMES
Got some links for pictures of Natalie.
Here are the choices:
black dress from the scene where Anakin confesses his love only to be shot down.
midriff-baring white top and skirt that she wore when she arrived on Tatooine.
blue flowing dress she wore on Tatooine.
gold dress from the rolling around in the grass scene. (I figure this was when Luke and Leia were conceived)shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-787505002002-07-09T19:07:00.000-04:002002-07-09T19:07:33.600-04:00Yesterday I saw a woman with a really cool haircut. Really short blonde hair with just enough curl to make the ends swoop up and down and all over. Kind of the messy look, I guess. I wanted to ask her where she got her hair done, but she was talking to someone else and I'm a little nervous talking to strangers. Oh hush, it's true. Then she looked up and caught me staring, and then I thought shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-787413952002-07-09T14:59:00.000-04:002002-07-09T14:59:19.483-04:00Oh great. Now my comments are gone. And I just said something about me and Natalie Portman and I think tongues were involved...
Time for a new poll, only I'll just ask it here instead of making one, since I can't edit the template anyway. And if comments don't come back, then use the "ignore this" enetations comments link or email me at shell at shellshocking.com.
Which Padme Amidala outfit shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-787378452002-07-09T13:21:00.000-04:002002-07-09T13:21:01.823-04:00How many people are sick of blogger not letting us change the templates?
And no word on the status page to tell us if they even know the problem exists, let alone what they're doing about it. I think if it isn't working again by the weekend, I'm going to switch to movable type.shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-787178042002-07-09T00:56:00.000-04:002002-07-09T00:56:15.570-04:00Quote of the day:
Capital punishment turns the state into a murderer. But imprisonment turns the state into a gay dungeon-master.
-Emo Philips
shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-787170922002-07-09T00:38:00.000-04:002002-07-09T00:38:15.003-04:00Another goodnight.
I'm feeling less down, but I'm still accepting goodnight kisses--might be tough to top Jay's from last night, though...
Shell wonders if that was enough to trigger the male competitive gene, or if that only works with martial arts and rock throwingshellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-787158972002-07-09T00:07:00.000-04:002002-07-09T00:33:29.000-04:00WHAT THE FLAG MEANS TO ME
...The flag reminds us with freedom comes responsibility. Everyone must be treated fairly in America. Everyone can practice his or her own religion. Everyone can wear what he or she wants. Women and men have equal rights in America. Women can show their faces...
Link from War Now!, who adds:
The author, daughter of a former FDNY firefighter, is ten years old and lives shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-787143232002-07-08T23:28:00.000-04:002002-07-08T23:28:47.783-04:00THE COLOR OF MY PANTIES
Let the word go out from this time and place that lavender panties will henceforth be known as the official undergarment of Shellshocking.shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-787091762002-07-08T21:18:00.000-04:002002-07-08T21:18:54.546-04:00I always assumed I'd be doing something important with my life by now (I'm 30). After all, I taught myself to read when I was 2, breezed through school without studying, never got in any trouble, and cared deeply about everything. I was always bored in school. I was never advanced a grade because I was about as socially backwards as I was academically advanced. I was painfully shy. Don't shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-786937012002-07-08T13:37:00.000-04:002002-07-08T13:37:59.973-04:00Quote of the day:
Jefferson said, "It does me no injury for my neighbor to say there are twenty gods or no God. It neither picks my pocket nor breaks my leg."
shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-786718212002-07-08T00:00:00.000-04:002002-07-08T00:00:46.720-04:00Clock striking midnight, transmogrification into pumpkin commencing...
I'm still in a funk. Maybe if someone will kiss me goodnight and wish me sweet dreams I'll wake up as my normal cheerful self.shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-786664122002-07-07T21:31:00.000-04:002002-07-07T21:31:10.740-04:00I'm feeling kind of down. Maybe because my long weekend is ending. Maybe it's because the ice cream place quit making the chocolate cheesecake flavor. Maybe I'm having the "I'm not doing anything useful with my life" funk I've been doing on and off for the last ten years. Maybe I've run out of things to say. But I don't think so. I think I'll probably be fine in a day or two.shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-786576432002-07-07T16:24:00.000-04:002002-07-07T22:11:14.000-04:00MORAL EQUIVALENCE, part 2
The Group Captain's response:
Thank you. Care to take it another round?
Missionary:
Shell says: If the man moves his body up a few inches after insertion to where his hips are aligned with hers, the penis will be in direct contact with the clit during each stroke.
GC says: That only works when the clit is close to the vaginal entrance. They come in all shapes andshellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-786394152002-07-07T01:22:00.000-04:002002-07-07T01:24:57.000-04:00OK, WHAT'S WITH THE PANTIES?
To all the people who are here by way of Google, there are NO pictures of panties or pantihose on this site.
This includes the following variations:
white panties
saran wrap panties
crotchless pantihose
panties stole
pantihose for male
pantihose sex
... and of course...
WHITE PANTIES
However you may have luck in the future finding a picture of "sexy women shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-786365152002-07-06T23:44:00.000-04:002002-07-06T23:44:15.716-04:00I AM IN PAIN
Some dumbass dog training book advised me to wrap my dog's leash around my waist. When she started to pull, I was to brace my legs so she was not rewarded for pulling, but was stopped.
I love my dog. I do. She's almost perfect. That "almost" is her refusal, after 3 years, to learn to heel.
So I tried the waist thing. Got about halfway to her normal potty spot when she pulled.shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-786347422002-07-06T22:41:00.000-04:002002-07-06T22:41:38.910-04:00PERSONAL NUDITY ISSUES
I do appreciate the suggestions for various activities to be performed while nude. I really do. But like so many good ideas, they turn out to be quite impractical when implemented.
Housecleaning: Neil mentioned the problem here, which is household chemicals meeting sensitive parts. Then there's also the issue of gross things (garbage, catbox, dirty mop water) meeting shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-786212342002-07-06T13:53:00.000-04:002002-07-06T13:53:44.516-04:00*whew*
Shellshocking is safe!shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-786211412002-07-06T13:50:00.000-04:002002-07-06T13:50:14.713-04:00I'm having blogger issues *again*
I tried to edit my template, and the template page is totally blank. Does this mean when I publish this, the page will disappear?
I don't know, but just in case, I saved the source for this page. Keep your fingers crossed. Of course, if the page disappears, then you'll never see this post.shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-786173562002-07-06T10:41:00.000-04:002002-07-06T10:41:01.340-04:00MIGHT BE A LIGHT POSTING DAY
Got to do some of my least favorite things: grocery shop, clean house, and pay bills. So do me a favor and leave some provacative comments--I need some incentive to quit procrastinating and get this crap out of the way.
In totally unrelated news, the heat wave finally ended and I'm enjoying the breeze through the screen door. This would have been unthinkable shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-786060442002-07-06T00:16:00.000-04:002002-07-06T00:21:32.000-04:00SIGN ME UP!
and more here
But let's think this through before including Europe.
link via Billyshellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-786051532002-07-05T23:50:00.000-04:002002-07-05T23:50:03.253-04:00BLOGGER'S BACK!
I'm so happy, I'm going to plant a wet sloppy kiss on every one of you.shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-786049462002-07-05T23:43:00.000-04:002002-07-05T23:43:27.996-04:00You have the right to remain shallow. Anything deep you say can and will be fact checked.
You have the right to an opinion. If you cannot afford an opinion, one will be provided for you by this site.
shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-786005072002-07-05T20:33:00.000-04:002002-07-05T20:45:18.000-04:00I'M 31.5% X-rated. HOW HORNY ARE YOU?
UPDATE: That did link to a horniness quiz, but it did that thing where it keeps spawning pop-up windows, and when you try to close them, they trigger more, and the only way to stop the process (other than shutting everything down) is to turn on your pop-up stopper, so I unlinked it. If you're really desparate to find out how horny you are, then you're out shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-785989252002-07-05T19:16:00.000-04:002002-07-05T23:17:11.000-04:00REMEMBER NAKED SPIDERMAN?
Now he dances! And this time you won't be struck blind in horror--there's a strategically placed black bar.shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-785965352002-07-05T17:26:00.000-04:002002-07-05T17:56:40.000-04:00SHELL ENGAGES IN MORAL EQUIVALENCE
At Shellshocking, we are dedicated to providing the viewpoints of both sides of any controversial issue. After all, who am I to say that I am right and that others are wrong? Perhaps they simply have a different moral compass which points to a different magnetic pole. Just because my moral compass doesn't point towards breasts doesn't mean that isn't a validshellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-785776992002-07-05T02:36:00.000-04:002002-07-05T02:36:06.123-04:00This is the greatest nation on earth in the history of the species.
shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-785765522002-07-05T01:51:00.000-04:002002-07-07T22:13:37.000-04:00
Villains fear me.
Heroes envy me.
shell is...
The Acrobatic Avenger
Acrobatic. Hmm, I can work with that. Now I just need that leopard suit...
link via Pejman, "Intellectual Protector": villians fear him, heroes envy him, women adore himshellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-785759572002-07-05T01:28:00.000-04:002002-07-05T01:28:52.860-04:00AND THE WINNER IS...
The favorite lingerie poll has ended, and here are the results:
1st place: man's business shirt (this surprised me!)
2nd place: silk chemise
3rd place: leather corset and thigh high boots
I may post a picture of me in the winning garb, but I haven't decided yet. In the meantime, visit my new poll. I will most definitely NOT post any pictures of poll #2.shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-785749672002-07-05T00:55:00.000-04:002002-07-05T00:55:06.650-04:00BIRTHDAY PARTY
Despite the insane temperature, the drunk guy behind us who spilled beer on my mom, the long lines in the bathroom, and the three dollar hot dogs, it was a kickass party. We were at the ballgame with 12,000 other Americans. Old Navy handed out flags at the gate--girls wore them in their hair and boys stuck them through the back strap of their ball caps. The bases were decoratedshellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-785743472002-07-05T00:33:00.000-04:002002-07-05T00:33:47.046-04:00WHY WE'LL WIN, cont.
From "Ten Great Reasons to Celebrate" by Dinesh D´Souza
"Freedom, by definition, includes the freedom to do good or evil, to act nobly or basely. But if freedom brings out the worst in people, it also brings out the best. The millions of Americans who live decent, praiseworthy lives desire our highest admiration because they have opted for the good when the good is not the shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-785621322002-07-04T17:09:00.000-04:002002-07-04T17:09:21.063-04:00
I HAVE A FLAG
My baby brother gave it to me. He's a First Lieutenant in the United States Air Force.
I used to read to him. He loves heroic fantasy stories. He tries very hard to be a good person. He joined the Air Force in order to protect the innocent.
He spent four months overseas, flying missions over Afghanistan. The first time he dropped a live bomb on a target was very difficult shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-785517042002-07-04T11:31:00.000-04:002002-07-05T00:06:54.000-04:00NEARLY NAKED
I'm sitting here blogging in nothing but a yellow terry cloth bathrobe and a serious case of bed head. I'm drawing a bath and adding a generous amount of lavender scented bubble bath and bath oil. It's an ugly bath tub--lime green with chips in the enamel. But it's DEEP! And being ceramic instead of fiberglass, the water stays warm for a long time. With the addition of a bath shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-785412512002-07-04T03:00:00.000-04:002002-07-04T03:00:04.303-04:00IMPORTANT DISCUSSION GOING ON HERE
Click on down to add your opinion.
IN OTHER NEWS...
The lingerie poll at the side ends tomorrow, to be replaced by a new, equally frivolous poll. This is your last chance to give your opinion on women's lingerie. Don't let it pass you by!
shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-785346582002-07-03T23:26:00.000-04:002002-07-03T23:26:24.390-04:00TECHNICAL UPDATE, part 2
Pejman pointed out that enetation commenting doesn't allow html, which means I'll be sticking with yaccs if there isn't a way to change that. I'll leave the enetation commenting up for another day or two for the discussions in progress.
I'm open to requests for changes to the yaccs commenting template (and the blog template for that matter) to make it workable for all shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-785342452002-07-03T23:14:00.000-04:002002-07-03T23:14:10.036-04:00IN CONGRESS, July 4, 1776.
The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America,
...We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.--That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-785317322002-07-03T21:58:00.000-04:002002-07-03T21:58:33.290-04:00HOW WE'LL WIN
Eric Raymond finishes his 5 part series on the Islamist threat with a discussion on how to defeat them.
"The war against Islamic terror must be fought on three levels: homeland defense, military power projection, and cultural subversion. We must foil terrorist acts; we must imprison or kill the terrorists who plan and execute them; and we must dry up the pool of potential recruitsshellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-785286832002-07-03T20:16:00.000-04:002002-07-03T20:16:01.626-04:00WHY WE'LL WIN, cont.
"...(T)he apocalyptic terrorist fears, despises and hates females," writes Peters, citing Mohammed Atta, the leader of the Sept. 11 hijackers, whose written testament, found during the investigation of the hijackings, "perfectly captured the Islamic fanatic's revulsion toward women."
The change in the role of women in modern times "is the greatest sociological change in shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-784917152002-07-02T23:34:00.000-04:002002-07-02T23:34:37.753-04:00TECHNICAL UPDATE
Since some of us are having issues with the yaccs commenting system, I'm testing another system from enetation. Please take a moment to try it and let me know what you think. I live for your comments, so I want a commenting system that works! (Ok, I don't really live for your comments--I did manage to survive most of my life without a blog--but you know what I mean.)shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-784899622002-07-02T22:49:00.000-04:002002-07-02T22:49:12.393-04:00MORE ABOUT THE MOON
I see the moon and the moon sees me. God bless the moon and God bless me.
I'm still listening to A Man on the Moon: the Voyages of the Apollo Astronauts by Andrew Chaiken. I forget what cassette I'm on (there are 16 total, and I'm about 3/4 of the way through), but I know what mission I'm on: Apollo 15. On this mission, the astronauts had received intensive geological shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-784875152002-07-02T21:38:00.000-04:002002-07-02T21:38:24.973-04:00CELL PHONES AND CANTELOPES BAD
"World Health Organization chief Gro Harlem Brundtland warned parents Monday against letting their children spend too much time on mobile telephones and said their electromagnetic waves give her a headache."
Shellshocking author Shell warned readers Tuesday against letting their children eat canteloupe, saying it gives her a stomachache.
shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-784868722002-07-02T21:17:00.000-04:002002-07-02T21:17:22.860-04:00FOR LONG LIFE, FEED EACH OTHER STUFFED GRAPE LEAVES IN BED
Greek food and plenty of exercise, including sex, are keys to living a long and cancer-free life, says Harvard professor Walter Willett.
You think he uses that line in bars? "Hey baby. I can make you live longer."
Women get the added benefit of not only living longer, but being less prone to depression, due to the healthy effects of shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-784855992002-07-02T20:38:00.000-04:002002-07-02T20:38:44.973-04:00U.N.: Lack of freedoms stunts Arab nations
Blogosphere: NO SHIT!
Freedom. Arab countries are the least free in terms of political participation, civil liberties and independent media.
Women. More than half of Arab women are illiterate, and many suffer from legal and social discrimination. They also have the lowest levels of political participation; women have 3.5% of seats in Arab legislativeshellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-784495242002-07-02T00:41:00.000-04:002002-07-02T00:43:14.000-04:00A KISS TO BUILD A DREAM ON part 2
I asked for descriptions of the perfect kiss and Marty emailed me with this:
THE PERFECT KISS
You asked for a description of a perfect kiss. I describe the perfect kiss as Judith's kiss!
But how can I put into words Judith's kiss?
I remember the first time I kissed Judith. We had spent the evening together and I was returning her to her home. We were in the shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-784396762002-07-01T20:11:00.000-04:002002-07-01T20:11:22.936-04:00ACTUALLY I CHECK OUT OTHER PARTS
I received an email from Chuck, who asks:
This weekend a girl-friend of mine fessed up to scoping out guys "packages". how often do you do this kind of stuff? Do all gals do it and just not talk about it?
I can't speak for all women, but if I'm going to stare at a guy, I tend to look elsewhere. 1. Who cares what size it is in public? That isn't going to tellshellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-784381122002-07-01T19:22:00.000-04:002002-07-01T19:24:27.000-04:00I HAVE TO KNOW!
After several discussions have wandered off into the topic of breasts, a very important question occured to me:
What's the big deal with breasts anyway? I know what I get out of it when they are properly touched, but what does the guy get out of it? What's so fascinating about them?shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-784062962002-07-01T01:21:00.000-04:002002-07-01T01:21:19.056-04:00FOR SLEEP, BUT IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL SPECIAL TO IMAGINE SOMETHING DIFFERENT, KNOCK YOURSELF OUT
Yes, the left side looks a little weird. Live with it. I'm going to bed.shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-784046922002-07-01T00:30:00.000-04:002002-07-01T00:30:18.406-04:00AND NOW, A WORD FROM OUR SPONSORS:
shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-784012612002-06-30T22:58:00.000-04:002002-06-30T22:58:12.180-04:00MORE PERSONAL QUESTIONS
I so need a leopard print superhero costume. Wouldn't that just be so all-American of me? I could go to the fabric store on the fouth and work on it over the weekend.
How often do you guys think about sex anyway? I mean, come on here! I never expected this much attention! Is it every five minutes? Every minute? Every thirty seconds? Can you get absorbed in shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-783993702002-06-30T22:08:00.000-04:002002-06-30T22:08:00.173-04:00STILL WORKING ON THE TEMPLATE
Trying to make it pretty, which is probably a waste of time, since all you want is more sex talk. But I like it better when it's pretty, and if I like it better, I'll show up more often. So nyah! *sticks out tongue*
Random hypothetical question: What turns you on more? Watching your partner during sex, or listening to your partner?shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-783961772002-06-30T19:16:00.000-04:002002-06-30T19:16:54.316-04:00BAD DREAMS
While I was curled up on the sofa twitching and muttering and wondering when the spiders would come, I fell asleep. And then the nightmares came.
I baked cookies. (This should have told me right away I was dreaming since I don't do anything in the kitchen but open the refridgerator and pour a glass of milk.) Then I wandered off to Stephen Kings house, where the floorboards changedshellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-783898792002-06-30T15:26:00.000-04:002002-06-30T18:05:18.000-04:00Oh where oh where has my little blog gone?
Oh where oh where can she be?
I've been blogging less than a week and I'm jonesing over blogspot outages already.
CURSE YOU DAWN!
Did you spawn me for this miserable existence? Tell me why, if Blog is so good, Blog allows bad things to happen?
Why? Why?shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-783893032002-06-30T15:02:00.000-04:002002-06-30T15:02:13.043-04:00LAND OF THE FREE
Richard Brookhiser writes:
Most Americans will celebrate the Fourth of July weekend as they always have—by relaxing, partying and watching fireworks. But this year, we should reflect that not celebrating is our right; that, in many parts of the world, putting on a bathing suit or even drinking beer is forbidden; that, if we hear a sermon over the weekend, it will be a sermon ofshellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-783844442002-06-30T11:48:00.000-04:002002-06-30T12:06:54.000-04:00SHELLSHOCKING VS. BEDROOM BARONESS 2:
Q: My boyfriend's birthday is in two weeks. I want to make it the best night he's ever had. Do you have any ideas?
The Bedroom Baroness Answers:
Nothing gets the hormones pumping more than excitement and suspense. Give your boyfriend an erotic escapade -- a treasure hunt where the booty is you. Tease him that morning by hinting that he's in for a real shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-783725312002-06-30T00:58:00.000-04:002002-06-30T00:58:18.320-04:00BUT SOMETIMES THAT'S JUST THE WAY
The Jell-O judicates. Rum authorizes. Oats preside. Popcorn wields.
Plums deify.
Okay, the last one is a quote. Anyone recognize it?shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-783670432002-06-29T21:43:00.000-04:002002-06-29T21:43:10.013-04:00IT MUST BE BECAUSE I LIKE TO SUCK... EITHER THAT OR BECAUSE I FALL ON MY FACE A LOT
You are Maggie!
Take the quiz here!shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-783655412002-06-29T20:39:00.000-04:002002-06-29T20:39:45.910-04:00OH MY GOD! SOMEBODY BOUGHT THE AD OFF THE TOP OF THE PAGE!
How long ago did that happen? Whoever you are, you ROCK! Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-783653332002-06-29T20:30:00.000-04:002002-06-29T20:32:43.000-04:00IF ANYONE FEELS LIKE FANTASIZING ABOUT ME
I'm 5'3", 120 lbs, 35-30-39, with short brown hair, dark brown eyes, a pretty smile, and pale skin. I am wearing an oversized orange University of Tennessee t-shirt that I stole from my brother. No bra, of course. Um... *looks* ... boring white panties (sorry!). And a pair of men's drawstring cut-off sweatpants that I stole from my uncle. The shorts shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-783652402002-06-29T20:25:00.000-04:002002-06-29T20:25:36.790-04:00I AM TIRED OF FUCKING WITH THE TEMPLATE
I think I've been working on it for about five hours. I had a one week affair with html once, and I think I got drunk with css at a party. So every time I change something, I don't quite know what will happen.shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-783576162002-06-29T15:12:00.000-04:002002-06-29T15:12:55.850-04:00BY POPULAR DEMAND
Thank Billy for sharing his wallpaper.shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-783566942002-06-29T14:38:00.000-04:002002-06-29T14:38:34.416-04:00I'm messing around with my template. Chaos may ensure.
You have been warned.shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-783502272002-06-29T10:07:00.000-04:002002-06-29T10:43:05.000-04:00SENSUAL PLEASURES*
feeling cool wet grass on bare feet
tasting the first sip of Dr. Pepper in the morning
the tickle of whiskers when he kisses my neck
a purring cat curled in the bend of my knee
watching my dog jump and dance in absolute rapture when I say "Wannagoforawalk?"
the irrefutable yes that resonates through my spirit when I read something great
a really thorough shoulder massage
the shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-783496552002-06-29T09:35:00.000-04:002002-06-29T09:35:50.973-04:00DAMNIT!
I keep forgetting to close my html tags. This is most likely to happen if I click "post & publish", which dumps it straight out to the world before I can look at it.
Please feel free to snicker and point at the newbie when you notice. I'm sure it will happen again.
shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-783495122002-06-29T09:28:00.000-04:002002-06-29T09:31:10.000-04:00SMALL INTERNET WORLD
When I was in high school, I picked up a book at a used book store by Orson Scott Card. I was immediately hooked, and have since read nearly every book he's published. When I got a computer, I spent extensive amounts of time at the forums on his website, and that's where I met Billy. Billy is the one who told me about blogging, but before I'd actually read anyone's blog, shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-783458742002-06-29T04:35:00.000-04:002002-06-29T04:35:48.520-04:00ANSWERING ANOTHER ZALDOR QUESTION
I haven't tried going pantiless in public, (unless you count not wearing panties under pantihose, but then the pantihose are the panties--hence the name), but I often go braless because those damn things are uncomfortable as hell. And if men get turned on it, that's just gravy.
Now I have a question for you. Assuming the nipples aren't hard and the shirt is shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-783457472002-06-29T04:25:00.000-04:002002-06-29T04:27:54.000-04:00ZALDOR'S FRIDAY FIVE
When was the last time you...
1. ...sent a handwritten letter?
About a month ago, when my brother was still stationed overseas serving in Operation Enduring Freedom. Mom sent him mail every single day. I sent postcards several times a week. He was known (and envied) as "the guy who gets all the mail and packages."
2. ...baked something from scratch or made something by shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-783453422002-06-29T04:01:00.000-04:002002-06-29T04:01:13.630-04:00BALLSY INVESTIGATIVE REPORTING
When accused murderer Timmy "T.J." Weber was apprehended after three and a half weeks on the run, he told Metro homicide detectives that he used a storm drain to slip a massive, mid-April dragnet. Weber explained that he entered the drain just north of the Casino Center Boulevard/Bonanza Road intersection and exited near Palace Station. He estimated that he was shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-783450972002-06-29T03:47:00.000-04:002002-06-29T03:47:20.903-04:00ROMANCE IS SEXY
And this is just exceptionally romantic.shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-783447802002-06-29T03:28:00.000-04:002002-06-29T03:28:31.996-04:00THIS COULD REVOLUTIONIZE PHONE SEX
Two British inventors unveiled a prototype of a device Friday ...
Unofficially known as the "telephone tooth," the device would allow you to receive phone calls, listen to music, even connect to verbal sites on the Internet ( news - external web site) without anyone nearby hearing a thing.
The "telephone tooth" would place a small device in a person's back shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-783428802002-06-29T01:58:00.000-04:002002-06-29T01:58:06.680-04:00PERSONAL QUESTIONS
Have you ever had such an intense orgasm that afterwards you couldn't move or talk? You're just lying there damp with sweat, clinging to your partner, every muscle relaxed, your thoughts whirling like fallen leaves in the wind? You want to say "Wow" or "I love you" or "That was fucking amazing" but your brain doesn't seem to be connected to the rest of your body, so all that shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-783424712002-06-29T01:43:00.000-04:002002-06-29T01:43:09.276-04:00CALLING SAN FRANCISCANS? SAN FRANCISCOITES? SAN FRANCISCONES?
What do you call yourselves anyway? Billy is moving to Berkeley and is asking for help and area advice as he hunts from an apartment from across the country.
Thanks!shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-783307622002-06-28T18:40:00.000-04:002002-06-28T18:40:52.946-04:00WARNING
I am feeling especially bitchy today.
That is all.shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-783263242002-06-28T16:30:00.000-04:002002-06-28T16:32:53.000-04:00YES, THEY WILL WRITE YOU BACK IF YOU BUG THEM ENOUGH
From my inbox:
"Thank you for contacting me to express your support for the Arming Pilots Against Terrorism Act (H.R. 4635) introduced by Representative Don Young. I appreciate hearing from you and having the benefit of your views.
I am pleased to inform you that I am a co-sponsor of the Arming Pilots Against Terrorism Act. I support this shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-783013972002-06-28T01:42:00.000-04:002002-06-28T01:42:09.046-04:00FEELING A LITTTLE SHELLSHOCKED MYSELF
After two days as a blogger, I have surpassed the Hot Amateurs Like ShellShock and claimed the top google spot for "shellshocking".
But what does that mean?
That it's sexier to hear me talk about sex than to Watch Amateur Bitches Get Fucked?
That the Amateur Bitches aren't terribly interesting after all?
That people got lost looking for the Amateur shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-782983972002-06-28T00:10:00.000-04:002002-06-28T01:07:02.000-04:00BUT LESBIANS DON'T HAVE PENISES
So Gabe, please erase all thoughts of your horrid vision of a planet full of lesbians and go back to fantasizing about a threesome with you and Natalie Portman and your choice of hot blogger babes. Didn't you hear? We like you guys better as sex toys than as sperm donors.
Update:
shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3596046.post-782929882002-06-27T21:35:00.000-04:002002-06-27T21:35:41.720-04:00I'M GOING LINGERIE SHOPPING
And I need the opinions of the blogosphere. Please visit the poll on the left and help me decide!shellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00263883109493451906noreply@blogger.com0