Wry Ramblings From A Hot Wing

[Jason Rimbaud]

1 minute ago, Lee Wilson said:

Well, bourbon is a type of whiskey, but I get it. There are other non-bourbon types. 

True. All bourbon is whiskey, but not all whiskey is bourbon. 

Does your head hurt? My does, I'm still hungover like a mother. 

Bourbon must be made in America and have at least 51% corn. There are other requirements, like no added flavoring or coloring. 

While whiskey can be made anywhere from many different types of grains, and other such things. 

Bourbons are typically sweeter, which is why I tend to avoid them usually. Though one of my favorites is Yellowstone, a bourbon. 

But hangovers are worse from bourbon because of the sugars. And last night I was drinking Gentleman Jack, I think, this very attractive fellow that sat next to me was buying me shots all night. I guess he appreciated my undies, unlike that fascist bartender. 

By the way, on all the screens shown full on hardcore porn from Helix Studios yet they were afraid of my bits showing through my silky blue undies. I have half a mind to go back tonight and wear my chaps, just my chaps. That will teach them!  

[Lee Wilson]

So Tuesday nights, at Beaux, in SanFrancisco, if I ever get there again. Got it. Definitely will check it out. But to not be asked to change, I’ll wear a pair of undies that covers everything. But I’m not against showing anybody who might ask to see what’s beneath them.

[Jason Rimbaud]

5 minutes ago, Lee Wilson said:

So Tuesday nights, at Beaux, in SanFrancisco, if I ever get there again. Got it. Definitely will check it out. But to not be asked to change, I’ll wear a pair of undies that covers everything. But I’m not against showing anybody who might ask to see what’s beneath them.

If you ever make it here, let me know, I'll show you around. Maybe that cute guy will show up again, and we won't have to buy any drinks. 

I felt like a twink again, with an older, handsome guy buying me things. My instinct was to pull him into the bathroom to thank him like a good twink, but I thought my husband might get mad at me. 

At least I'm finally recovering, my head is now a dull ache where this morning was a constant pounding. 

 

 

[Gary L]

3 hours ago, Jason Rimbaud said:

LIke I'd sell the rights to my life story. They'd probably get someone fucked up to play me, like that shithead douche ball Jonah Hill. 

Had never heard of this sweet person - his “fame” hasn’t reached here!

[Gary L]

46 minutes ago, Jason Rimbaud said:

All bourbon is whiskey, but not all whiskey is bourbon

And whiskey certainly isn’t whisky!! 

[Lee Wilson]

7 minutes ago, Gary L said:

Had never heard of this sweet person - his “fame” hasn’t reached here!

You don’t know how lucky you are.

[Jason Rimbaud]

9 minutes ago, Gary L said:

Had never heard of this sweet person - his “fame” hasn’t reached here!

I agree with what Lee said

[Davide]

Today has me thinking about how fitting the word "ramblings" on the title of this thread is.

Edited March 25 by Davide

[Gary L]

5 minutes ago, Jason Rimbaud said:

I agree with what Lee said

He must be an evil bitch if you and Lee aren’t fans!!

I remember visiting a bar in SF many years ago. Some lovely smiles but no underwear on show 😢 

[Jason Rimbaud]

19 minutes ago, Davide said:

Today has me thinking about how fitting the word "ramblings" on the title of this thread is.

I know right? 

You guys can't stay on topic to save your lives. Sometimes I just go with the flow!   

[Jason Rimbaud]

18 minutes ago, Gary L said:

He must be an evil bitch if you and Lee aren’t fans!!

I remember visiting a bar in SF many years ago. Some lovely smiles but no underwear on show 😢 

Jonah Hill was a overweight "comedian" actor, who spoke openly about being bullied in Hollywood due to his weight. Then he lost a bunch of weight and tried to do what Robin Williams did, acting in both dramas and comedy's. The difference, Robin Williams was a great actor. 

Then it came out Jonah might have been a controlling, bullying, partner to his girlfriend. So yes I think he's a piece of shit. 

If you ever come back to SF, let me know, I'll point you to underwear night Monday, Tuesdays, Wednesadays.  . 

[Krista]

On 3/25/2026 at 6:11 PM, Jason Rimbaud said:

Jonah Hill was a overweight "comedian" actor, who spoke openly about being bullied in Hollywood due to his weight. Then he lost a bunch of weight and tried to do what Robin Williams did, acting in both dramas and comedy's. The difference, Robin Williams was a great actor. 

Then it came out Jonah might have been a controlling, bullying, partner to his girlfriend. So yes I think he's a piece of shit. 

If you ever come back to SF, let me know, I'll point you to underwear night Monday, Tuesdays, Wednesadays.  . 

Yeah I am like that with 90% of the celebrities my eyes have landed on. They're only good in the roles they play on screen, for the most part. If you dig deeper into most of their lives you just find out they're not that good at being 'a person...' 

Robin Williams seemed like a good person in general though.

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As a more important aside, bless you for thinking that you could still party like a twink.  Any more it is an effort for me to even look at someone that isn't my family and think... do I want to socialize with them? So I honestly and truly commend you for showing the world... you. Much to your better half's dismay, but that's part of the reason why we marry them, I'm thinking. If you can't look over at them and see them shaking their head and averting their eyes, it's a lost art really. 

[Jason Rimbaud]

16 hours ago, Krista said:

Yeah I am like that with 90% of the celebrities my eyes have landed on. They're only good in the roles they play on screen, for the most part. If you dig deeper into most of their lives you just find out they're not that good at being 'a person...' 

Robin Williams seemed like a good person in general though.

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As a more important aside, bless you for thinking that you could still party like a twink.  Any more it is an effort for me to even look at someone that isn't my family and think... do I want to socialize with them? So I honestly and truly commend you for showing the world... you. Much to your better half's dismay, but that's part of the reason why we marry them, I'm thinking. If you can't look over at them and see them shaking their head and averting their eyes, it's a lost art really. 

It really took me until Thursday morning before I felt half way normal again. I seem to forget I'm not a twink about once every four to six months. 

I think I lost my mind in the vista of mostly naked men and free drinks.  . 

[Lee Wilson]

2 hours ago, Jason Rimbaud said:

It really took me until Thursday morning before I felt half way normal again. I seem to forget I'm not a twink about once every four to six months. 

I think I lost my mind in the vista of mostly naked men and free drinks.  . 

If you’re going to lose your mind, I can’t think of many better places to do it. Take out the mostly and it’s probably perfect.

[Gary L]

2 hours ago, Jason Rimbaud said:

I think I lost my mind in the vista of mostly naked men and free drinks

I’m in heaven…….

 

[Jeff Burton]

On 3/25/2026 at 4:05 PM, Jason Rimbaud said:

If you ever make it here, let me know, I'll show you around. Maybe that cute guy will show up again, and we won't have to buy any drinks. 

I felt like a twink again, with an older, handsome guy buying me things. My instinct was to pull him into the bathroom to thank him like a good twink, but I thought my husband might get mad at me. 

At least I'm finally recovering, my head is now a dull ache where this morning was a constant pounding. 

 

 

Christ where were you when I was in SF in spring of 2005. 😂

[Jason Rimbaud]

12 minutes ago, Jeff Burton said:

Christ where were you when I was in SF in spring of 2005. 😂

Hmm, I was living in Palo Alto, probably somewhere sniffing around a straight boy named Konstantin whilst doing all the pills and powder I could get up my nose. 

[Jeff Burton]

9 minutes ago, Jason Rimbaud said:

Hmm, I was living in Palo Alto, probably somewhere sniffing around a straight boy named Konstantin whilst doing all the pills and powder I could get up my nose. 

The highlight of that trip was when I fell down the stairs going down to one of the bart stations in downtown.  And yes we still missed the train. 😂

[Jason Rimbaud]

I once broke my foot jumping down the stairs trying to catch the Muni train. I jumped like twelve steps or something, and boy did I wish I didn't do that. 

Though I made my train, because at the time, my boyfriend forced me to keep going. 

The stupid thing, we got on the train and then it stayed in station for fifteen minutes due to something blocking the way on the track ahead. 

[Davide]

On 3/21/2026 at 5:07 PM, Jason Rimbaud said:

In Frosted Heart news, unlike the entire story until this final chapter, I was writing by the seat of my pants. With this conclusion, I am taking my time to make sure every word is perfect. So its mostly finished but I am not completely happy with it yet, so it will be posted soon, but only when I'm happy with the end result.

Would you say you're getting close to posting the Frosted Hearts finale? I'm not trying to pressure you to be done faster, I do think you not wanting to sacrifice quality by rushing it is a great call. I just hope you can tell me whether you think it's close to being done or not.

[Jason Rimbaud]

2 minutes ago, Davide said:

Would you say you're getting close to posting the Frosted Hearts finale? I'm not trying to pressure you to be done faster, I do think you not wanting to sacrifice quality by rushing it is a great call. I just hope you can tell me whether you think it's close to being done or not.

It should be no later than sometime this week. I'm going through my final draft and am impatient to put that story behind me. I'm halfway through Gabriel's Gambit, and then will be posting Echoes of The Last Dawn after that so I can get back to Part Two of Tyler's Dilemma. 

I have too many things going on that I need to start crossing off some stories from my list.  

[Davide]

8 minutes ago, Jason Rimbaud said:

It should be no later than sometime this week. I'm going through my final draft and am impatient to put that story behind me. I'm halfway through Gabriel's Gambit, and then will be posting Echoes of The Last Dawn after that so I can get back to Part Two of Tyler's Dilemma. 

I have too many things going on that I need to start crossing off some stories from my list.  

Thank you for the reply, I'm glad it will be this week if things go according to plan. Oh, I've been wanting to read Tyler's Dilemma, but I didn't know it will have a part two. That pushes it up in my priority list because now I have an incentive to catch up at some point, so that I can eventually start commenting on it live.

[Jason Rimbaud]

12 minutes ago, Davide said:

Thank you for the reply, I'm glad it will be this week if things go according to plan. Oh, I've been wanting to read Tyler's Dilemma, but I didn't know it will have a part two. That pushes it up in my priority list because now I have an incentive to catch up at some point, so that I can eventually start commenting on it live.

It will be a bit until Part Two (the final part is ready). And I won't start posting it until it's complete unlike Frosted Hearts.  

[Jason Rimbaud]

Caleb Murphy wakes up to find that his entire world has been forever changed. Everyone he knows has died where they were sometime in the night. Can he make it to his father's farm in Montana before whatever took the entire world takes him? Coming Soon, Echoes of The Last Dawn. 

[Jason Rimbaud]

 

Caleb Murphy sat up in bed with a start. He grabbed his phone and stared at the screen. 8:15 AM.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Caleb muttered as he jumped out of bed and ran to the bathroom. This was the fifth time he had overslept this month. The fifth and final time before mandatory two week after school detention kicked in. 

His mother had already taken away his drivers license and threatened to cut off his trip to DisneyWorld for his birthday later that year. He was really looking forward to seeing his father after almost an entire year. 

But if he couldn’t convince Mr. Blackford to overlook this tardy, he’d never be able to see his father or his new half brother. His mother did not make idle threats. 

He quickly brushed his teeth and ran back to the bedroom. He pulled on the pants he wore the day before and grabbed a clean shirt. He shoved his lucky ball cap over his messy hair and ran out of the room. 

A quick run through the house proved his mother had already left for work. That meant she knew he was going to be late. If she thought he had been an asshole after she took away his license, she hadn’t seen anything yet if he missed out on his trip. 

He ran out the back door and jumped on his bike. As he took off towards school ten blocks away, he hoped that he could make it before the bell sounded at the end of first period. He still might be able to talk his way out of detention.  

It wasn’t until he went through his third red light that it registered there was no traffic, Then up ahead he saw smoke rising up into the clear sky. The breeze brought the smell of fire and something putrid that caused him to gag while he was riding. 

As he turned the corner, he stopped in the middle of the street. At first he was dumbfounded, how there was a car on fire in the middle of his neighborhood and not a single soul to be found anywhere. 

He dropped his bike and ran over to the car. The closer he approached the smell intensified. It grew so bad he had to cover his mouth and nose with his hat to try to block it out. 

The car was smoldering, it looked like it had been burning for a while and once he peered inside, he was horrified to see two shapes in the front seat, burnt beyond all recognition. 

The smell was that of burning flesh and he turned and emptied his stomach onto the ground. What the fuck was going on? Why wasn’t anyone coming to help? 

He wiped his mouth and looked around the neighborhood. In his haste to get to school, he had rode past several bodies lying on the ground. One near the front door of a house, one next to an open car door, another one sitting in a chair on his front porch, a beer still clutched in his hands. 

“What the absolute fuck?” He said as he ran to the nearest house.  

He pounded on the door but no one answered. He tried the door and stepped inside. The smell he was quickly associating with death filled his nostrils. This time he found an entire family sitting at the dining room table. Husband, wife, and three kids along with the family dog dead. 

He ran out of the house and grabbed his phone. He dialed 911 and got a message that said if it was an emergency hold on the line and someone would be with him shortly. He waited for what seemed like forever before he hung up. 

“Hello, is there anyone there?” He screamed at the top of his lungs. But all he heard was the wind rustling the trees. 

He called his mom and waited breathlessly as the phone rang, “Come on, pick up.” 

Two rings, three rings, on the fourth ring it went to voicemail, “Mom, it’s me, please call me back. I need to know you’re alright.” 

He collapsed on the grass and broke down. He had never seen a dead body before and in the span of a few minutes he had seen ten. Ten people dead, all on the same street. 

He jumped to his feet, maybe whatever was happening was just on this block. He grabbed his bike and went to the next street. This street had a few coffee shops, some take out restaurants, and a post office. 

All he found there was more dead bodies and a post office that was locked up with a sign that said open at 8am. He rode around frantically for about twenty minutes, street after street, bodies everywhere and in every conceivable position. It was like everyone had dropped dead whatever they were doing. 

It didn’t seem to matter, young, old, man, woman, children, and animals. It was like he was the last person alive in Hershey, Pennsylvania. 

He had ridden to the top of Chambers Hill where he could get a decent view of the city. There pockets of smoke rising as far as he could see. To the left he could see the tops of the roller coasters at Hershey Park, a place he had spent many summers enjoying the thrills of the park. 

“This can’t be happening, this isn’t real, I’m fucking dreaming, I’m gonna wake up any moment now,” Caleb chanted to himself as he rocked back and forth. 

Suddenly his phone buzzed and he pressed the button and said excitedly, “Mom, thank god…” 

“Caleb, I’m so glad to have gotten you.” 

“Dad,” Caleb exclaimed as a wave of relief washed over him. He wasn’t alone after all. His father was alive. “Everyone is dead.” 

“Whoa, whoa, calm down, what do you mean everyone is dead?” His father asked with a concerned tone of voice.

“I found a car that hit a tree, they were dead, and then I saw a family eating dinner, everyone was dead, even the dog and I can’t get in touch with mom and I don’t know what to do,” Caleb blurted out as he gave into the fear and anxiety of what he had experienced that morning. 

“Son, son, calm down, just breath, deep breaths,” His father said calmly. “Remember bad things happen when we lose our head.” 

Caleb took a moment to calm himself down and once his father heard the boy’s breathing return to normal, he said, “Start at the beginning.” 

“So I woke up late for school, I was on my way when I saw the car accident, they were on fire dad, it was the most awful smell you can imagine.” 

“Okay, then what happened.” 

“I saw bodies all over the street, some looked like they were walking, one looked like he was getting out of his car, like they all just dropped dead at the same time,” Caleb informed him slowly, somehow managing to keep his emotions in check. 

“Is it isolated to one street, one neighborhood?” 

“I’ve been riding my bike around, people dead in coffee shops, entire bars filled with dead people, I think it’s the entire town. There are fires burning everywhere, some from accidents maybe, I’m not sure about the others.” 

“Have you found anyone else?” His father asked urgently. 

“What part of everyone is dead don’t you understand? Even the fucking dogs are dead.” 

“Calm down son, you need to be brave. Where are you right now?” 

“I’m on top of Chambers Hill.” 

“Okay, do you see any signs of animals, birds, insects, squirrels?” 

Caleb looked around and then up at the sky. “No, I don’t see anything.” 

“There are no birds circling, like over the dead bodies?” 

“No dad, I’m really scared,” Caleb admitted softly. 

“Okay, remember what I taught you. You can’t panic, we take things one step at a time,” His father said encouragingly. “Have you passed a police station?” 

“No, I didn’t think to check there,” Calab said with a bit more confidence in his voice. 

“First thing, go to the nearest police station, there’s one close to the house.” 

“What if they’re all dead too?” 

“If they are, then you’ll need to do the following. First, find shelter, second, gather food supplies, third, provisions and medicine, fourth, you’ll need to arm yourself, fifth, survive until we find each other.” 

“No, no, no,” Caleb whispered into the phone. “Can’t you just come here?” 

“Remember what I taught you, you have all the skills to get to me,” His father said evenly. “We’ve been preparing for this your whole life.” 

“Okay,” Caleb said in a resigned tone. 

“Get to the police station, gather as much information as you can regarding your situation, and then call me back.” 

“Gotcha.” 

“Caleb.”

“Yes dad?”

“I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

“I’ll never stop looking.” 

“I know.”