My Dominant I

08:16 am

I have been making my own bread for a few years now.   There really is nothing like it.  The feel of it in your hands, the rawness of it, the basic-ness of it, yadda yadda yadda, you've heard it all before. And it's all true.  And then some. 

The ability to cultivate and store grain was one of the main memes that allowed mankind to form civilizations.  In a British museum, you can see some actual loaves that were made and baked over 5,000 years ago.  Grain has been found in places where humans lived eight to ten thousand years ago.  And that is only what has been found, it's use may go back much further. 

So anyway, I've been making my own bread for a few years now.  Not like 5,000 or anything, but a few.  There really is nothing like the incense of your own bread baking in your home.  It fills the house, and teases you.  Tantalizes you.  It's orchestra in the air, never letting you forget, that in 45 minutes, you will be slicing into 5,000 years of warm human history... 

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01:54 pm

05:58 am - An email I sent to my g/f the other day... (Alex is my dog)

I was laying in bed last night at 3 A.M. trying to get to sleep, when I heard a soft thud from outside my door.  "What is it."  I thought to myself. (I actually say shit like that to myself.  I know, it's weird.)  "Did Santa come early this year?"  I was hoping for the best.  However, I kinda recognized that sound.  So I put some shorts on, put my flip-flops on, (thanks again for buying those for me hon), and look out my door, half hoping to see Santa there pushing boxes and boxes of cool electronics equipment toward me, and this is what I see:

Alex had gotten sick.  She had pizza last night.  I think it's safe to say that it did not agree with her.  Oh, and don't forget the little spot over there:

I have seen that dog eat duck shit and not get sick.  But she apparently can't keep down Logli's pizza.  Hell, I ate 4 pieces myself, and I didn't think it was that bad.  Course, I've kinda gotten used to it over the years.  Here's what it looked like from midway on the stairs:

Oh the horror of it all.  Here's a piece I actually found hanging:

It kinda looked like celery to me, but I wouldn't know for sure.  So I cleaned up the chunks, (yes, my dog blew chunks, and I cleaned them up for her.)  I figured I'd leave the spot shampooing till morning.  Then I took a couple of photos of her.  These were taken only a few minutes after she blew.   And I do mean blew.  Seriously I do.  (Hey that rhymes.)  In this one she started to walk away right as I was taking the picture.  She has no respect for photos at all.  To be honnest, I don't think she understands what they are.

You can see her shapely figure in that one though.  Check out that ass!!  This is my favorite one of the night though:

How could I be mad at something that damn cute?  I can't.  I admit it.  She could eat my left testicle and I still couldn't be mad at her.  OK, maybe a little.  Look at her, a few minutes after barfing on everything in sight she looks happy, healthy, and ready for more action.  Ready for more pizzaaaaa!!

11:29 am

What do you call a gay dinosaur?
Mega-sore-ass.

10:06 am

This is a photo I edited and posted in PictureWhores:

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