JamesSavik

A little local color from Dixie.

As we returned from breakfast the wind picked up and the sky began to turn threatening. I said, “We had better get this done quick. It looks like some weather is coming in.” Lee sighed and said, “Oh great. It’s finally spring break and it storms.” I laughed and said, “Don’t worry. There’s plenty to do here even in bad weather.” We arrived at my truck, got in and I asked, “Where are we going?” “The Broadwater.” I fired up the truck and headed east down Beach Boulevard. I said, “I haven’t se

As a public service, I am going to show you how to detect bullshit. When you hear these phrases, you know that you are in the presence of major league bullshit. We offer an upwardly mobile career path with competitive compensation. Bullshit! You'll get laid off before you can make any real money unless management likes you. Management will only like you if you are a sociopath on par with a concentration camp guard and would cut your own mother's throat to get ahead. If they want you, they'll make a decent offer for the position you are actually qualified for. If they want to jerk you off they'll offer an entry level position for chicken feed and *jerk, jerk, jerk* promise after a short probationary period, you can quickly advance into the position. You will be doing the job without the title or the money. You will never get the title or the money.

I yam a writer Driven by obsession seized by the police delighted by scotch enthralled by my alcoholism Enchanted by intoxication Diverted by hot booty filled with procrastination fueled by OCD consumed by bills and genuinely astonished by inspiration. Welcome to my nightmare... Where my muse shows up drunk and rowdy at 2am Beats me up and falls asleep before anything worthwhile is accomplished.

As a public service, I am going to show you how to detect bullshit. When you hear these phrases, you know that you are in the presence of some major league bullshit. "It's nothing personal..." When you hear this you've already been screwed without lube and, it's the worst kind of dishonest bullshit. NOTHING could get more personal than a layoff or a firing. NOTHING gets more personal than a bad performance review or a screwing over via office politics. So if you plan on using this one, schedule getting shot by a disgruntled former employee you bastard because you really f-ing deserve it. There are ways of delivering bad news. Telling a bald faced lie isn't a great start. Try telling the truth: Boss: I'm sorry but I've got to lay off someone. Nobody likes you so, you're fooked. or Boss: I'm sorry but I've got to lay off someone. Since I'm not sleeping with you, buh-bye. See how easy it is? If you're going to be a prick, you might as well be an honest prick.

One of my favorite old sites went down. It hosted one of my favorite series- the Brian and Pete saga. Does anyone know if the stories there will be hosted elsewhere???

As a public service, I am going to show you how to detect bullshit. When you hear these phrases, you know that you are in the presence of some major league bullshit. "It's not about the money." Bullshit. Everything is about the money. If anyone tells you different, they think you are stupid.

Cat 1 Dog 0

The events in this story took place before Katrina. The exact date is 1996.

I awoke to the timeless sound of seagulls and surf. The faint light that made its way in was a reddish color; warm but muted. The digital clock on the night stand showed that it was a few minutes after nine. Lee was snuggled in close on my right side with his erection against my thigh and his hand on my morning wood. For the first time with a clear head I asked myself— what are you doing? If it were anyone else, I know what they would be doing. A cute, young sexually aggressive hottie like Lee

The sweet thing about this magic is anyone can use it.

Missed you

Super Mooning

Not sure if the Oatmeal is describing writers or alcoholics.

Time lapse of me during the super-moon.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thy .45 and thy ka-bar they comfort me. For I am one of Uncle Sam’s misguided children and I am the worse thing out here on this dark cold night.

Q: What happens when a cat gets bitten by a were-wolf?

pretty sure he stays out of this shit