Stubbeh! HHNT!

HARD 2 PLA WIF STUBBEH FINGAS! I swear, I thought this would look cool. For those not yet tired of this internet meme I offer you http://icanhascheezburger.com/ Riot I tell you. Riot! I did the Figawi salboat race. www.figawi.net We took 2nd in our class of 12, 21st out of 210 boats. Not too shabby! Pics will be up at www.areionteam.com The band plays tomorrow night at The Striped Bass in Tarrytown NY. www.stripedbassny.com Come one, come all. HHNT y'all!
BTW I've been in a really good mood all week. Finally! I'm recommending Willie Nelson's book 'The Tao Of Willie". It's really improved my attitude and outlook on life and creativity.

An erotic Dream, HNT, etc

I'll see your pair of deuces and raise you an ace in the hole! Here's my paws for HNT. In last night's dream I am going boat racing but I need to take a plane to the race. Time is of the essence. I'm at the airport with my gear and I see this hot little barely legal redhead with beautiful curly hair. I know her from a previous dream but not in real life. She's there with her little sister but her parents aren't around. She's "baby sitting" although her sister is like 12. I walk over and greet her with a kiss on the cheek and her little sister leaves while we talk of this and that. She lies down and I sit next to her leaning over her and resting on my elbow. I "accidentally" brush her left nipple with my hand and when it stiffens I can't help continuing to play with it. When it's evident she likes it I start kissing her in earnest and playing with both breasts. We're still in the crowded airport and people are walking around but they are ignoring us as we're in a secluded spot off to the side. I'm mindful of them, the fact that her parents might walk in on us AND that I could miss my flight but I'm watching the clock and I think I have time for THIS! I get her entirely naked and am touching her all over with a feather light touch which she loves while I play with her clit and bring her over the edge with my hand while kissing her. She comes very wet in my hand and I lick my fingers. She's playing with my cock too and, in a rare event for a dream, she makes me come with her hand, jerking it until it's squirting everywhere. She kisses me and tells me "When you get back we'll find some time to make sweet love again". We dress and I kiss her goodbye and start running for my flight.

I'm a bit lost trying to get find and then get on the monorail thingy that takes you to the planes.
I run into a waiter-ish, customer service type who looks like Tom Cruise who wants to help get me on the plane. He's completely drunk and talking up his own sexual exploits and for some reason I tell him about my adventure with the redhead. Eventually two things become evident. He is not helping me find my plane and I'm going to miss it. I almost get the monorail but just miss the closing doors. Then we see on the board that although my flight didn't leave yet I'm going to miss my connection. I start freaking out because I promised my buddy I'd be there and they'll be f*cked without me. So I'm thrashing around the airport trying to lose the drunk and get on my plane to go sailing. Makes perfect sense, no? Anyway I flag down some cops and beg for help and they're gonna help me... and the alarm goes off. Oh well. I got to work early anyway.
Lots to do today. Gotta pick up my brand new offshore foul weather gear, get shackles for my mooring and get that together so I can move my boat tomorrow night before driving to Boston to go racing. Oh yeah and I need to make a couple of more trips of stuff from the old apartment to the new. I don;'t think I'm going to make it to the concert I wanted to go to tonight. Wah.
Gary Hoey http://www.garyhoey.com/ with Rik Emmett http://www.rikemmett.com/
Oh well. Maybe I'll see them in Westport Ma tomorrow night.

Lowered expectations

In case it's not obvious, she's shaving her beaver. That has nothing to do with lowered expectations other than showing up on a google image search but it cracked me the hell up so I thought I'd share it with you. For what it's worth I like them all natural OR shaved but nothing in between. It's a mystery to me why women (who hate stubble on men so much) find it appropriate to have a nasty rough patch of 8th inch stubble right where I want to put my freshly shaven face! What's up with that? Grow it out or shave it off ladies. Oh and the landing strip looked silly enough. Women who make hearts or rabbit ears? You're killin' me. You really want me to laugh when I see that thing? Quit it.

OK, lowered expectations: I had band rehearsal last night. I play in a roots/rock/reggae style trio doing Hendrix, Stevie Ray Vaughn, Sublime, Bob Marley and other dub style dancehall reggae stuff. My band mates aren't great at learning stuff. We go over things and they forget all about it. This frustrates me no end and makes me want to fire them (which I might). However it was making rehearsal a real aggravating chore for me., Why rehearse if no one went over anything old OR new? What's the point? If we're going to just wing it why rehearse at all? BUT I decided that I would just go and play and have fun. In other words lower my expectations. Who cares if we play good or bad or what? Just play and enjoy it. The result was we played MUCH better and with more joy and energy than usual. Sometimes it's as easy as adjusting your own attitude.

New digs, etc...

This lovely pic of the New Mexico Sky ganked from The Redfork Hippie Chick symbolizes my travel to a new location. Yeah. So I just moved from an apartment 20 miles from my job to one 2 miles from my job. This is good. I'm set up. My job, my home, my gym and everything I need is within a 2 mile radius. That's why last night my on-again-off-again mate decided that, contrary to the agreed upon plan we wouldn't get engaged in October and marry in June. Let's just get married in October. My eyes grew wide. Good thing we were on the phone so she couldn't see my dismay. It's not enough that I have to give up EVERYTHING I have established here in my home of 20 years and move to another state and start over, I have to do it 16 weeks from now. Whoa. Needless to say I'm a bit uncomfortable with that. Inertia has always played a big role in my life. That's another reason I drank for so long. Now that I'm sober I'm more open to change. I mean heck, I went out and found a new apartment and moved! All by myself! With no prodding from anyone! Because I wanted to! Wow! Maybe that doesn't sound like much to you but it's out of character for me. I stay put until forced to move usually. I suppose I should quit my whining. This is what I wanted. It's what I asked for. She's not only willing to marry me, she wants to. Shouldn't I take the leap? Strike while the iron's hot? Faint heart never won fair lady. He who hesitates is lost. No time like the present. Carpe Diem! Anyone got any excuses, I mean reasons, why I should chicken out? Caveat emptor? I dunno why I'm asking. Monday was always a slow day even when everyone knew who and where I was. Whatever. OK people. Marry, move and start a whole new life, or stay in my comfortable rut, I mean groove?

Becoming a musician and other trivia

I really first had the idea of becoming a musician in the 2nd or 3d grade. I had a teacher; Mrs. Carroll. She was petite, hot and had this sexy brown hair...ahem. Anyway I had the hots for her (at like 9 years old) and I went wild trying to be her pet which I was. Anyway she told a story about how her grandfather had been a piano player during the depression playing in the speakeasys and how he had been able to feed his family because when people would offer to buy him a drink he'd ask them to buy him and sandwich instead and in this way he fed his wife and kids. This made a big impression on me early on though it took many years and the onset of puberty (plus a push from a friend who wanted it even more than me) before I really got it together.

Speaking of formative experiences, in 5th grade I had a male science teacher, Mr. Brehaut. He was also a scout leader and a fireman. In my eyes he was a hero and a great man. I tried very hard to be a good student in his classes though I was losing my mind from the onset of puberty. Anyway he asked me to join his scout troup and I considered it and even went to one meeting but...something just wasn't right. I couldn't put my finger on it but there was something creepy going on with him and the kids and I didn't like it and never went back. Good thing too. He was later jailed for molesting those kids and eventually died of a heart attack in jail. Another bullet dodged.

My God! It's full of stars!

Click it to big it. Awesome!!! A lot of folks worked hard to make this image but I forget who they were so I'll just say thank you to them. Death Valley (where this was taken) is very near the bottom of places I want to visit someday. I'd rather be here than Antarctica, but only just. Maybe in a flying saucer would be OK, but certainly not in any non-temperature controlled environment. Where do you want to go in a flying saucer today?

The Kaiser's Leg

Now that I have a new Secret Identity I feel like a super hero!! Dr. Eat-A-Puss! Och! Only problem is I came here to be controversial and now I got nuttin'. Eh, maybe later. Superlater!

HHNT my fellow bloggy peeps!

Welcome My Pets

Driven underground by the evil forces of fear and censorship I had to create a new persona and a new blog to anonymously vent to the world my strange blend of sex, drugs, rock and roll and politics. Being a now shadowy underground figure I adopted Keyser Soze (or King Verbal) as my new Nom De Plume. For those of you unfamiliar with Keyser Soze here's the skinny:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Keyser_Soze

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-Long Live The King!