Phaedrus

Bear Grylls??? Are you kidding me??? Bear Grylls doesn't. Sorry, but that's just the way it is.

A song from before then... but this is a somewhat later cover Siouxsie and the Banshees - Wheels on Fire

New Year's Resolution: get on and see some of the ladies who I've been meaning to see for ages. Malika was pretty high on the list :) A rhetorical question, one with no good answer: why on earth did I wait until the New Year? I'm an idiot sometimes... I had the long-overdue pleasure of meeting Malika recently. She's every bit as fascinating and quirky as she comes across here; I could quite happily have sat and talked to her all evening. However, conversation is all very well, but I wanted to find out what else she can do with her tongue.... :tongue: I don't do details, but let's just say I had absolutely no cause to regret that :) The rest of our time together was.... lots of fun. There was even time for some more conversation before it was time to go.... ...and so to next time. Trust me, I won't be waiting for another New Year's resolution this time around :)

I like Castle because he consistently manages to find something interesting and worthwhile to say. Keep it up, sir!

Black Sabbath made an album called Sabotage in 1975. Here's the lead-off track from there. Black Sabbath - Hole In The Sky http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G5BCaerC8rA

I'm very tempted...

So, to all of you folks who would walk away, a question: how would you feel if you showed up to meet someone who took one look at you and decided she didn't want to see you after all? It'd hurt, no? For me, the financial side of things is irrelevant here. Cancellation fee or no cancellation fee, I'd consider it spectacularly rude to turn around and walk away.

Happy Birthday, Emily!

Far more awesome than you'd expect!

And I like RG for the same reason!

Please don't post ladies' phone numbers on the board... not good! The ladies get to give out their numbers - or not - as they wish...

And also... Cowboy Kenny, so he can post something on his excellent (and very useful) blog.

Thoroughly deserved, Pete. Awesome!

Why? It's not necessary to sleep with everyone you feel the slightest bit of sexual attraction to, and the fact that you don't need not preclude friendship.

On the subject of Hell - and since I'm in Neil Gaiman fanboy mode this evening - a short story before bedtime.

Was the Joker also a Bartender? The Stereophonics - The Bartender And The Thief

Guys.... you need to take your Christmas Tree down. Twelfth Night was last week.

Vintage of the day...

Congratulations, Silverado!

I can't think of a Vampire-related song off the top of my head that we haven't already had. So... poetry. Vampire Sestina - Neil Gaiman I wait here at the boundaries of dream, All shadow-wrapped. The dark air tastes of night, So cold and crisp, and I wait for my love. The moon has bleached the color from her stone. She'll come, and then we'll stalk this pretty world Alive to darkness and the tang of blood. It is a lonely game, the quest for blood. But still, a body's got the right to dream And I'd not give it up for all the world. The moon has leeched the darkness from the night. I stand in the shadows, staring at her stone: Undead, my lover... O, undead my love? I dreamt you while I slept today and love Meant more to me than life - meant more than blood. The sunlight sought me, deep beneath my stone, More dead than my corpse but still a-dream Until I woke as vapor into the night And sunset forced me out into the world. For many centuries I've walked the world Dispensing something that resembled love - A stolen kiss, then back into the night Contented by the life and by the blood. And come the morning I was just a dream, Cold body chilling underneath a stone. I said I would not hurt you. Am I stone To leave you prey to time and to the world? I offered you a truth beyond your dreams While all you had to offer was your love. I told you not to worry and that blood Tastes sweeter on the wing and late at night. Sometimes my lovers rise to walk the night... Sometimes they lie, cold corpse beneath the stone, And never know the joys of bed and blood, Of walking through the shadows of the world; Instead they rot to maggots. O my love They whispered you had risen, in my dream. I've waited by your stone for half the night But you won't leave your dream to hunt for blood. Good night, my love. I offered you the world.