At A Theatre Near You

Ehhhh...I feel like crap. Some sort of cold-y, flu-y thingy is trying to invade my healthy space. So, I'm doing what I've done the past two years - take mass quantities of Airborne. Although it doesn't instantly 'cure' your cold symptoms, on a steady every-three-hours dose of the stuff, it usually takes a day or two before you start feeling like your old self and, I've been able to avoid the debilitating effects of a full-on head cold for over two years now! It's a miracle, folks! But, 'doesn't mean that when the rhinovirus comes knocking at my proboscis' passages that I don't get a little sumpin-sumpin. So, today, I feel less-than-animated and am looking forward to trekking my way home, tossing on the old non-sexy flannels and hopping into bed.

And, I won't be alone.

James is already 'in a state'...electing to work at home today instead of subjecting his collegues to his set of symptoms, including a rattling cough! How attractive is that?

NNN EEE WAAAYZZZ...I plan on updating this 'ere blog more regularly as soon as I get my head clear (hmmm...yeah...good luck with that, lady!)

In the meantime, here's some odd and interesting bits from your pals at Dusty Info

...Two for the Show

So two days until 'we' as a nation consume more food in a 24 hour period than could feed a moderately sized African nation! Sheesh...we're such glutons. But hey, I'll be right in the middle of it so have been hitting the gym hard and, regularly. When you're my age, it's a good day if you can do more than walk to the toilet!

Although I've always been full of hope, how different this year is than last year at this time. Ah yes, the eternal optimist! You reap what you sow...how TRUE is that old adage? At a time when I decided that was it for me and I was convinced I'd die an old wrinkled crone in some one room 6th floor, walk-up, STILL living with my sister and raising cats and piles of old newpapers and magazines, here I am not a year later, starting a new life with my sweetie, James. I look at him sometimes when I'm sure he doesn't realize I'm watching, in one of his more pensive moments as he concentrates on the next 'cool thing to do'...yeah, he's a pretty intense guy which translates well in the bedroom...or living room carpet...or futon in my office...or...well, you get the point.

We'd both been in some sort of turmoil over the past week since I moved my load of crap into the Nook (derrrr...ya think? How traumatic is that?) And although the sex we have is great, since I was overly tired and James had this constant headache, our lovemaking was more of a mutual release than intimate. I was pretty beat out but, decided I'd have a little convo with James about slowing down. Hey, I realize that we're not all real spunky at the end of the day but due to our busy schedules and not much other time to devote to sex, when I let James know that I was feeling a bit rushed when we made love, he spent extra time on the foreplay. I mean, havin' a nice, hard cock in one of three orifices (and/or other things in the available orifices while the cock is in you...okay...well, you get it!) is WAY hot and with James, I get more than my fill but, hey, I want a nice slow build-up. James actually listened...who knew? Most of the men I'd been with just smiled politely and had some sort of vacant, 'no one's home' look in their eyes whenever we discussed the foreplay thingy...it's important AND something I'm totally okay with discussing.

Later, with my butt on the edge of the bed and my feet positioned against James' pecks as he stood in front of me, pushing my legs out further as he slowly slid his hard cock into my dripping pussy, then as I came - hard - he continued, fucking me faster, I thought, 'yeah, conversation is important.'

JAES JICK

Like a giant wound, the doors to the train open and a flood of passengers gushes out and onto the platform. I quickly give James a good-bye kiss as we separate and go to our respective JOBs; he, like a salmon swimming upstream and me, caught in the flow quickly draining from the extremities of Grand Central Station.

I am now a commuter.

Although I try to look on the bright side of this new adventure insomuch that I’ll have an opportunity to get caught up on the tomes of books and other literature I’ve put aside for exactly this – commuter time – the Express train that I’ll likely be taking is a fairly short (little over 30 minutes) ride. And besides, since I’m not used to this kind of ‘frequent flier’ action, I tend to get a bit puke-y unless I look-up and around from whatever I’m reading to adjust my whacked-out equilibrium. When I do, I’m typically viewing the backyards and back lots of the Northeast Corridor, most of which are a mixture of barbed wire and remnants of half-baked construction.

But there is something that I’ve always been curious about and which I see hundreds of examples of on my daily travels: Graffiti

In particular and nearing the Bronx, there’s one tagger’s work (or maybe it’s a gang tag thingy?) I’m curious about. Clickety-clacking down the tracks, I see a huge string of ‘JAES JICK’ in big fat (or is that phat?) throw-up style. So, I’ve been doing some research on graffiti to determine where this moniker came from as looks like the work of an old skool writer. Unfortunately, I’ve googled the hell outta this tag and searched several graffiti Web sites from coast to coast but, no go.

While I know there’s extremism on both sides – the Tags and the Tag-Nots – as a sorta-kinda (mostly retired) musician, I respect any artist’s attempt at expression and view this as a positive art form, rather than vandalism.

And somewhere in the back of my mind, I remember hearing (or did I just imagine it?) about JAES JICK. So, if anyone’s reading this li’l bit of crap here and happens to know where this originates, drop me an E, yo! Otherwise, as I pass this space in the world several times a week, I’ll be one frustrated beotch!

Κάτω από την πόρτα

Yeah...well, I finally did it...moved outta the City and to Westchestah...this is just a test post for this 'ere new blog...I'll post something clever as soon as I figure out what the hell to write about besides the over-abundance of karaoke bars in my new hood.

Yippety-YOW...welcome to the BeOOOtch's blog (or so I would have you think...heh, heh...REALLY big evil laugh ensues)

Oh yeah...that funny looking cuni-form character title-y thingy for this post? It's Greek to you, eh? (heh, heh TOTAL pun intended): Down the Hatch!