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Sometimes you feel the smell first. Top note: a lot of freshly chopped cucumbers, base note: fish oil. And if you slowly circle the place, it just might to let you see it.

Sometimes you turn the corner and there it is: lying on a low stone, basking in the Novembrian drizzle, clapping itself on the stomach. You stare at each other for a moment, equally surprised by the encounter. You are exited as a child, your counterpart has “darn inconvenience” written all over its face. Then the elements draw your vessel away.

But sometimes you just feel the presence. Unexplainable. No smell, no sound, just presence. As if someone is staring at you. You turn around and yes, it is staring at you.

And it happens – you are tired, frozen and happy with the day, shoveling water all you can ‘coz the sun is setting and the marina called and inquired: “where are you?” – that it suddenly emerges in the front of your kayak and looks at you from five meters distance for long enough for you to take off the gloves, fish up the mobile from presumably waterproof bag and turn the camera on. At that point, it will close its finely outlined nostrils and large gorgeous eyes and submerge, no splash, no sound. Did it really happen?

Saw as well a sea-gull catching and carrying away a crustacean. Imagine: to experience flying before your death. If only everybody was that lucky!

When driving home had the newly born crescent in the right corner of my windscreen, thin and bright, for 20 minutes. Then the road turned.

May god give you a rainbow for every storm,a smile for every tears,a promise for every care,a blessing in each trial and an answer to every prayer have a blessed n a holy christmas full with love,peac n happinesss

To all of my lady friends on CS:


Valentines day is a day to celebrate love and express it in the most meaningful way possible.
I may have not always been the best friend,

but the love I have for everyone on CS is here to stay! Happy Valentines day!

Jim

For one contestant's husband, second place wasn’t enough.
The Miss Gay Mato Grosso 2023 pageant in Brazil on Saturday was interrupted during the crowning ceremony by the husband of the runner-up.
Miss Várzea Grande Emannuelly Belini and Miss Cuiabá Nathally Becker could be seen holding hands on stage as they waited for the winner to be announced.
Right after the winner was announced and a pageant official moved to place the crown on Bellini's head, Becker’s husband stood up on the stage and snatched the crown away, throwing it to the floor.
Mrs. Sri Lanka Winner Says She Suffered Injuries After Crown Was 'Snatched' Off Her by Mrs. World
The man tried to get Becker to leave the stage with him before returning to grab the crown and throw it to the ground. Several audience members could be heard screaming and security eventually stepped in to remove him from the stage.
Pageant organizers released a statement on Instagram on Monday condemning what happened.
“We vehemently condemn the incident that occurred at the time of the crowning of the elected Miss, when the partner of Miss Cuiabá...invaded the stage and aggressively destroyed the crown,” pageant officials wrote in a message translated from Portuguese.
“We would like to inform you that the legal team for our contest has been contacted and will take the appropriate legal measures," officials continued.
“We sympathize with the elected Miss, as well as with the Miss who was in second place, since she is not responsible for...attitudes of third parties,” officials added.Link:People.com

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 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?

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.

Yes, it's spreading. The hostility between people who want to fight over "paper or plastic" has somehow permeated the crust of the earth we inhabit and by default, all of it's creatures.

If mountains aren't killing people, flesh-eating viruses are! Is the natural world taking it's pound of flesh? Or have we altered the psyche of the organic world by systematically replacing it with a synthesized one?

Bah! I don't really believe any of that chit but this IS a hostile planet and so I applaud the committed drive of industry to kill this wretched rock before it kills us! Damn the Doritos!


Oh, right. Don't go outside!

....but no regrets. Recently took a notion to making these gorgeous locks a little less gray. So am trying a non chemical dye product, actually lead acetate with a bit of stink, twice monthly easy application, and I don't think it looks all that bad. So I boldly asked the women in my life, family and friends alike, young and not so much, for their thoughts here. Almost down to a person, they all say it TOTALLY looks like SHITE! Sit in a warm soapy bath POPS, till it's all out. Am I missing something here? How political is all THIS?