Beauty Blogs (286)

....Tedious beyond belief. Hohoho. And even more annoying. Hardee, har, har. Don't we all just want to choke them? Whoopee. When they rub it in. Yum,yum,yum. Worse when they are successful. Yipety yay. And we are sure they look down their noses at those who can't make it as well. Boy-oh-boy. ---no Bolton, no witnesses, no conviction, huge boost to 4 more years! Way to go. Delicious. Suck it up.Yeowee!

I like to walk at night, City, the old part I live near, is calm and receiving, its like two of us see each other unobtrusively,
dark night is color of the deep indigo ink, lights are cold, streets are empty, presence of old houses and tall, sleeping trees....
sometimes as a lovely surprise still there full of grace and colors in the dark, all lit up, left there for the winter, we still want to call it winter, a Christmas time tree...
they say beauty is everywhere, I think its true, not many are able to see it though....
good night in quiet, cold night of winter dream...

....I'd put my money on a few things. No conviction of out Brilliant Dazzling Incomparable Promise Keeping President Trump. A continuation of the great economy and job scene. Further progress on the wall, immigration policy, EU NATO fairer contributions, and the China deals. Continuation of Trump's successful addition to the numerous appeals courts. One or two more successful LIFETIME appointments by the Trumpman to the SCOTUS. An end to taxpayers' support for NPR/PBS---National Proletarian Broadcasting---and a different but equal public alternative. Real revamping of the tax system. Infrastructure,--- bipartisan, long overdue improvements, and lots more, such as more support from minorities for the Big Guy. And continued successes in the 2020 elections, including return of Orange Top to the WH, and of the House from socialist wacko skirts. But How about wagers of one USD for the above. Any takers?

My focus has been on work and home remodeling this week, but I noticed a calmness in the blogs that can only be described as and Exorcism.
Toward the end of last year, I witnessed demons flying around the room from time to time and things were building to a point where it overshadowed all aspects of normality.
I'm guessing the Bishop of CS came all the way from the Vatican to burn incense, sprinkle some Holy Water and vanquished the spirits about.

I made this into a virtual t-shirt in SL because I love the irony! Please don't make me explain...

I've grown quite weary of advertising but in a capitalist society, I understand the need. I've created many satire ads for fictitious products under an umbrella company I named SCAMCO. Some were cynical, some silly, some purposefully hypocritical etc. and it was easy to use the most predictable advertising angles to that end, like "4 out of 5 dentists...", "New and improved", "all natural", etc.

I have dish soap that makes this claim: "50% less scrubbing". I'll not go into why that's silly, but I digress...

Ads now look like news stories, or at least try to. South Park devoted an entire episode to it. Some are essentially tabloid click bait. The internet is saturated with it/them. You can hardly hover your mouse over a web page without getting pop-ups!

The irony for me is that the overall quality of advertising is suffering (quality advertising...talk about an oxymoron!). It's downright shoddy in some cases. Bad photoshopped images, bad punctuation and spelling, in a word: unprofessional...which (finally) brings me to the point of this nonsense.

We're now getting more ads here and one of them jumped out at me NOT because I have any interest in the product, but because the hand model's fake nails are...



...made by LEGO. Buy two sets and get the third free!

Today I will have a very "greasy" topic to discuss. So, friends, how do you find excess weight attractive and sexy? Is this not acceptable to you? That is, do your partner's larger volumes have extra kissing space for you? Still an obstacle to pleasure?

It is all Google’s fault. I got tired of the same old ads that Google kept pushing on my Youtube videos. I knew the ads are based on my digital description that the algorithms has built up based on my viewing habits, so I decided to throw the algorithms a few curves. I decided to search for some products that would make the algorithms blow a fuse.

The algorithms focus on major life events, so I cooked one up. I got engaged. I pulled a gender bender, became a blushing bride, looking for wedding gowns, a double whammy on Google. That worked…sort of. I got ads for wedding stuff, but still the same old ads for outdoor sports and motorcycle stuff. I decided to move on to the next major life event. I didn’t wait, because most couples don’t seem to wait anymore either, and the 9+ month waiting period between marriage and baby’s arrival seems to be out the window. I searched for diapers, but got ads for senior diapers. Yecchh! Next I tried nursing bras, a combo punch to the algorithm, both changing gender and having a birth “event”. Bingo! The old ads decreased, but new ones appeared – bra ads. I figured that if I was going to look at boobs, I might as well look at big ones, so I searched for 44DDD Bras

OK. I was now getting a lot of ads featuring glorious bosoms. But then I started getting ads for “the thing”, sort of a compression garment. The ads featured frowning, unhappy ladies, looking in the mirror at bulging dresses, with muffin tops, multiple ripples, and enough love handles for a whole bowling team to take hold. But then the lady pulls up the elastic sleeve as she tucks in all the protuberances, skin aprons, lumps, and blubber bulges. She then pulls down a slinky dress, and Voila! She now smiles at the reflection of a body that looks like a slightly chubby Olympic gymnast.

I used to admire women with a good figure, picturing them jogging, working out at the gym, and picking the diet special when they ate out. Now I have nightmares of meeting a shapely woman, who, upon removing her garments, displays white flesh popping out the top of her clothes, like shaving cream spouting out of a ruptured aerosol can. I see visions of slender figures unleashing what looks like waves of lava, hardening, and overlaid with more and more successive layers, sort of like a human stack of pancakes. I no longer trust my own eyes, and can think of no way to avoid being defrauded, short of joining a nudist camp.

Alas! I now have realized that what I see is not what I will get.

I have lost my faith in Womanhood.

I decided to combine these two concepts in one blog because in some way they are related. Money isn't the best thing about living (in case you haven't learned that yet). I've been on both sides of the equation and this is what I learned: money has a sweet spot. If you have too little, it's all you can think about while missing out on the things you love. If you have too much it's the same damn issue. It's all you can think about while missing out on the things you love. There's a sweet spot in the middle somewhere. It's a big sweet spot. But it isn't all that easy being outside of its borders on either of the sides in spite of what people who haven't been on both sides think.

Here's the bonus... As far as I'm concerned there would be no reason for living if it wasn't for women and dogs.

That's it. It's a short blog. But I think it pretty much says it all for me.

Here on the sprawling thousand hectare V estate, we have all sorts of trees. The fruit trees are typically under 15 meters in overall height. The berries, of course, under a meter. But the gymnosperms, evergreens, can grow in age and health to well over 35 meters. Senior oaks, as well. Perfect for antennas of all sorts-great for keeping in touch with the aging walker assisted radio amateur community, And for those not addicted to TV, a more sensible way to enjoy this dying/morphing broadcast medium, without the confiscatory charges of the cable companies. And to quote Pink Floyd, almost all Shite there anyway. Infomercials and the God squads. For well under a hundred USD, an antenna does it quite nicely. Also doubles for FM radio, which doesn't, BTW, seem to be in the throws of media death. Add a rotator, and being here not far from Oh Canada, way ooouuut there, Eh?, ---and even a few of their stations come in, on some nights. And get this, these are still analog modulated signals. Easy way for me to get my daily dose of liberal Canadian PC, as well. But I digress. Climbing one of these formidable plants is at once vigourating, and indulging in living on the edge. The women in my family use other, more colorful, words here. Because the lower sub canapé branches have long fallen away, one right through the roof into one of the servants' cottages, a small ladder is needed to get to that first sturdy branch. But then, successive ones run right up to the top, where luckily, no Ospreys or Eagles have decided to raise their young, YET! When this happens, the nanny state regulators bestow sainthood then on the plant. Hands then off, VIERK. But by retaining just a tad of our simian skills, the branches are typically spaced well within reach of even a shrimp like me. The safety trick is, of course, after assessing the strength of each next branch, in keeping three out of four monkey limbs attached at ALL times. For taking down trees, chainsaw in hand, a climbers' leather belt is best, but I used rope, when I took down that threatening big pine, with the roof piercing 100 pound lower rotting branch. All in 8 foot sections, tilted by a come along. Neighbor's took them all for various uses. And how marvelous is the ascent. A tree is an ecosystem all its own. The protective bark is a marvel of bioengineering, yet how all those beasties breach it is amazing. The woodpeckers somehow, without everlasting headaches, easily go right through, thereby providing deeper access to all sorts of insects. One sees it all. Occasionally, a red squirrel loudly chirps out disapproval from above, even bombarding the climber with stored acorns, only to vacate the premises as the approach to the crown continues. All sorts of abandoned bird nests, most also engineering marvels, await the climber, some, rarely, appear to be either stolen, or reused. But what do I really know? Lots more, folks, but eventually we reach the top. These trees seem to grow first by laying down a circumference of small proto branches, with an apical central shoot branch leading the way, ---usually, these are strong enough for some pesky birds of prey to mount a huge nest. But for those of us who don't use wings too fly, the perch usually is strong enough to allow leisurely views of the ocean bay, and distant hills, along with all sorts of water craft, and sea life, and birds/insects on the wing----the latter all being for another nature blog.

this blog is about beauty.

I find our blogger friend Robert....a real piece of work...a real beauty.