Anal sex: because it\’s more fun than a colonic!
Actually, I vigorously disagree with the above. The plastic bed is an all too familiar place for my ass to be spread:
That\’s where the colon hydrotherapy is done. I wrote a big old thang the size of a poop on it last July, but never posted it \’cos my granny died around the same time. My bowels were still in it, but my heart could not rise to the occasion. Perhaps at another time. Perhaps later this week, when the big DD deadline passes. Because as J, M, and Dr Maude all know, I am like a four year and am obsessed with poop. Bet you didn\’t know that. And no, it\’s not a sex thing. Well, Freud might disagree. But who cares? Freud\’s dead! Isn\’t it groovy?
Hey Lady, Have A Root?
The next time you have a deadline looming in two days, make sure those days will be filled with a throat infection and one of these pounding away all day in the next room:
While the nice plumber is here (and he is nice, he has been here two times already), I figure I might as well see if he can take care of this for me, too:
I\’ve been tempted to DIY for a long time now, but there\’s nothing like the touch of a professional…
particularly a professional with a prescription pad.
If someone were to ask me, as Ronald Bailey asked for this article in Reason, if I would give my kid a pill to enhance its ability to play piano, I\’d have said no. But goddamn, yo, I seem to have a lifetime membership at the brain spa already!
I\’m on the lower rung of humanity, and damn, your asses be big. Bitches need to call Jenny Craig.
I take both Ambien and Modafinil, the \”go to sleep\” and \”wake up\” pills that are name checked in the fifth paragraph — and that\’s just to get me through on a \”normal\” day-to-day functioning. They don\’t do shit for me for jet lag, \’occasional\’ bouts of insomnia, cramming, or things of that nature. Enhanced performance drugs to get ahead, beyond the crowd? How about just to keep up the tail end?
If I could take a pill that would rocket my human chemistry/biology/whatever into the picture perfect version of mediocre health, I would. Instead, I\’m popping pills left and right just to keep my status as the under dog; survival of the fittest. Darwin — now there\’s another old dead white man who\’s theories I have recently taken personal offense to. But that\’s for another time.
Non Sequitor for Dr Who
Does anyone know when the new Doctor Who will be on in the States? Sometimes I feel like if geeks (used generically, much in the same way as train spotter, nerd, anorak, or what have you), put as much effort into, say, world peace, as we do into pop culture, self obsession, and consistent tweaking of dead end personal interests, the world would be a much better place for everybody.
That being said, I want to remind myself to check… Doctor Who is meant, in part, to be a show about multi-culturalism. Dr Who and his companion of the season accept the culture and their quirks for who and what they are. So, if you were to plonk some Doctor Who down into a society who had not been exposed to the show before (or any multi-culturally utopian science fiction, for that matter, such as Star Wars or Star Trek), find a way to translate the BBC babble into the other language, and then ask the people what they think of it, I wonder what their opinions would be? What elements would draw their attention first?
I\’m finding myself formulating an entire essay on the possible anthropological explorations of the second episode of the new season. Not even going to bother with a spoiler alert, cos I\’m not going to write it. I can\’t stoop to that. Not tonight. There\’s got to be more important things. Like sleeping, for a start.