It's been well over a month. I just want all you lovelies I love you all. And that is all.

I'd like to think of myself as a pretty decent, even tempered guy. When someone shits on the Beatles I tend to not be so nice. I was in a frustrating argument on Facebook with a guy who shit on the Beatles left and right. Talking about lack of music theory, and how easy it is to play.

Then I find out he plays.....Death Metal. I don't really feel the need to defend the Beatles anymore after learning that. Talk about a fucking black hole in music.

JBL

Some of you may have wondered what it's like to have a martini poured on your crotch. Maybe not. I'll tell you anyway, it feels quite cold on the nadgers. This happened to me tonight at Cecelia's.

Since I now have worn a Metropolitan, I've experienced it with almost all of my senses. How I wish I could hear a Metro. This wasn't an embarrassing episode, but a bump in my status as a boozer, right?

Of course, the waitress was mortified, and by some miracle I didn't feel one sliver of anger. She gave me a wet towel and I cleaned up really well. You couldn't tell at all that I got a whole drink dumped on me.

But when the check came, did I get any sort of break? Hell no!

Poor form, Cecelia's. Poor form.

I didn't want to cause a scene in front of my guest, and somehow I still didn't feel any anger, so I just let it go. Maybe this is karmic retribution for that whole Fat Bob's thing.

Some of you have been talking about tuna lately. Knowing this, I decided to pass along this link with various tuna reviews. I don't ever eat canned tuna, but maybe someone can get something out of this.

In another episode of "Taxing the Fat", we endeavor to explore the psyche of people who promote regressive taxation to achieve policy goals.

Melissa Healy, blogger for the LA Times, who likely doesn't understand why the poor and minorities in LA don't eat organic greens, bathes fat people in the warmth of her glowing sentiment in the blog linked below:



Comments?

How many of you have read about the ESPN reporter Erin Andrews getting peeped on by some creep who released a video?



This kind of thing needs to be severely punished. You might ask me, Hey Jason haven't you looked at the video? Believe me, she is my ideal woman, perfect, and hell yes I am curious but I am not going to watch the video. At least with adult video everyone consents and everyone gets paid. Nobody should profit from this shithead's scumbaggery.

Bottom line, and I don't give a shit if I'm being chauvinistic, we need to protect ALL women from this. How many women have had this happen to them but it never made the news? Maybe it's happened to someone I know and care about. This has to be a big time federal crime with big time consequences. Give em the fucking chair.






(not really about the chair...but unwelcome prison love is okay.)

Battlestar Galactica is gone. Stargate Atlantis is gone. The Shield is gone. 24 is done for the year. I don't have any more TV shows. Actually I've started watching Burn Notice recently. I like spy stuff, and the gratuitous Miami flesh doesn't hurt anything either. But what else on TV is there to look forward to? Josh says he wants to watch Mad Men and Entourage. I want another Sci Fi show, or another dirty cop show a la The Shield. I tend to have one or maximum two shows that I keep track of at a given point in the year. Watching baseball is shite.

Yaaaaay!!!!!!! I love how our political parties behave.

Had a good time last night down at the Bidwell thing. It was Latin music, which I absolutely love. Ran into (e:enknot) and (e:drew) which was nice. I enjoyed Bear Republic's Racer 5 IPA, a favorite of mine when I visit Fat Bob's. So far, so good.

But....when I got home I actually watched two romantic comedies. How to lose a guy in 10 Days, and some other shite movie with Sandra Bullock and Hugh Grant. Fookin hell, the guys and gals in these movies always have wonderful lives. Peeps, what went wrong last night? Part of me enjoyed the movies, but most of me woke up in the morning with a hangover, saying "What did I just do?"

I've been reading some articles recently on MSN, and who knows where else about being single in your 30's, some of them supportive, some of them based on books that liken it to a disease, like you have AIDS or something if you haven't married by now. Some people say you're lying if you assert that you're just fine the way you are.

Someone here a long time ago said that staying in one relationship with one person is not the default human condition. I agree...after all love is a fleeting emotion. Nothing lasts forever, absolutely nothing. Why people willingly commit themselves and their financial future to something so finicky is astonishing to me. Since half of marriages fail, with the other half more or less tolerating each other with a few exceptions, certainly nobody is being fooled, least of all the Good Lord.

Today I can tell you that I'm happier and feel better about my present and my future than at any time in my 20's. I'm more sure of myself and what I want out of life. It isn't a fear of failing or an aversion to commitment. I've never betrayed any of my girlfriends.

So then, what exactly is it that I want out of life? Never say never. I may end up being married one day. Perspectives change, and people change, but one thing I am certain of is that I want love, which isn't the same thing as marriage. Giving and receiving love, now these moments are what make life worth the daily grind. You may say, hey jerk you just said love is fleeting. It is fleeting, and temporary, but the time I've felt like someone loved me were some of the happiest times in my life. I would rather experience that 10 times in my life and never be married than get the daily "Why the fuck ain't the garbage taken out yet?"

Maybe you can get the best of both. Can you? I think the next person who honestly showed me they loved and cared about me, I probably would be very hesitant to leave that situation if it came down to being married or not. Maybe that's the time to buckle. But that feeling, that rush, is something you can't get from any pill or bottle of liquor. That's what I want, for a lifetime, all or nothing, realistic or foolish.