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None shall pass 2001-03-07 People, yesterday I was alerted to the existance of a product that is truly icky. It's called The Real Doll, and it is an extremely lifelike sex doll that costs $4,500. You can get different models with different faces and hair color and breast sizes and body sizes (120 pounds is the largest), and I'm telling you, it's creepy. I visited the website without knowing exactly what I would be seeing, and it's not something I wanted to be viewing at work, but too late now. Besides pictures of the dolls, there are even videos of men having sex with these dolls, although can it be real sex if both participants are not actually sentient? The mind boggles. As the person from whom I found out about this product said, "It's like corpse porn. For real". This morning Francisco and I were in the kitchen and we heard a loud and sustained noise that sounded almost like one of our cats growling, but it wasn't. I called up the stairs to the Boy and asked him if he'd made any noises. He said, "Yes....I farted." I related to Francisco that the noise was the Boy farting and Francisco said, "How could such a gargantuan fart come out of such a small body? Go upstairs and see if he's all deflated." The Boy and I thought that was pretty funny. Last weekend I watched Monty Python and The Holy Grail. I had seen it before, I don't know how many times, but it had been awhile since my last viewing, and once again I was struck with what a piece of genius it is. I mean, I know goofy role-playing types like to sit around and quote it loudly, and that Does lessen its appeal, but when I watch it it's like every scene is a perfect work of art, and it stuns me. And makes me laugh really hard. SUCH a good film. I checked another audio book out of the library, since I liked listening to the last one so much, and this time I got Al Franken's "Why Not Me?". I highly recommend it, it's very very funny. It's about his [fake] campaign for the presidency, and it's perfect for the car. If you're driving in NC's Triangle Area and you see a woman laughing in a black Honda, that would be me. I've been having the world's worst skin lately and it's very depressing. I've even been having nightmares about my bad skin. I don't know what else to do; I'm drinking tons of water and eating healthy foods (except for the occasional candy bar) and am being careful to neither over-moisturize nor under-moisturize. Still I have the bad skin. I am tempted to blame the thyroid replacement stuff, but if bad skin is what I have to put up with for feeling normal, then it seems a small price to pay; it just doesn't Feel like it. Any tips from those with excellent skin? Suggestions are welcome--I will try almost anything at this point. I feel boring today, like Really boring. Perhaps the point of an online diary is to just record one's thoughts and feelings, but for me it's actually more about entertaining people. My whole life is about entertaining people, if you want to know. I tried seeing a therapist for awhile several years ago, but it didn't work out because it was too stressful to come up with enough material for the 50 minute session. So you can see that being boring is a problem for me. Enough for now. E PS Your mother was a hamster and your father smelled of elderberries. |
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