“Users who moved away from Microsoft products (to Firefox and RealPlayer) in an effort to avoid security problems are facing high risk vulnerabilities this week. Even Mac users need to install a security patch this week. Not to be outdone, users of Internet Explorer also have a critical new vulnerability to contend with. Also, because working exploit code is now circulating, Microsoft Exchange users and Oracle users should install patches on a priority basis if they haven’t already…”

 

My mom had a word for an emotional state that I’ve always thought should be part of our regular lexicon.

The word is BUNKY.

Bunky is the way you feel on a dreary, rainy day. Or the way you feel after you wake up from a deep afternoon nap. Or when you’re just feeling inward and quiet.

I have no idea where she got this word, whether she made it up herself or learned it from her own mother.

It’s rainy out today, and dreary. And I’m at work (because Buzz is at the hospital with his mom and someone needed to be here to answer phones and coordinate truckrolls for various customers reporting trouble) and I’d much rather be home with some incense burning and the dryer running and warming things up.

I’m feeling very bunky today.

 

Behold, spring is sprung when the peacock does his sexy dance. A few pics of the blue chicken doing his thang around the house: Peacock: Spring ’05.

 

Today I was surfing knitting blogs, and ended up at menknit.net, which is – obviously – a site for men who knit.

Men have been knitting forever; in fact, they most probably invented it. Yet it’s been considered ‘women’s work’ probably since the Victorian times [that’s my guess], so men who knit don’t have much community. I mean, even my knitting site is called Iowa Chicks Knitting because I thought the name sounded cool and honestly it simply did not occur to me that men in Iowa would want to join. (Can you say, HOW SEXIST IS THAT?!) (“How sexist is that!”) (Thank you.) In my own defense, all the men I know enjoy internal combustion engines, guns, and pork products. They just don’t knit, although a couple of them say they know how to.

Anyway, menknit.net has a list of links to their members’ blogs, and I surfed a few (while troubleshooting a Sonicwall VPN setup over the phone here at work) mainly to look at their WIPs and FOs. In the process I came across this post, by a gay guy wondering about the fag/lesbian double standard.

And it reminded me that I’ve been meaning to vent about this topic for months! So, here it is: my Why You’re A Dork To Expect Me To Eat Pussy When You’re Not Willing To Suck Dick Yourself rant. (Sorry for the language, but y’all know how it is around here.)

This is the double standard I’m bitching about: straight guys think two women together is the hottest thing ever, and they all admit to having fantasies about a two-girl-one-guy threesome. ALL OF THEM. And many of them will shamelessly ask their woman if she’ll consider taking another woman to bed with them! This has happened to me more than once.

That this occurs does not upset me in the least. But that they – the men asking – think of this as being totally normal and natural while having the nerve to be “disgusted” by the idea of taking another MAN to bed just PISSES ME OFF.

When propositioned in this way I tend to say something utterly unromantic along the lines of, “I have a vagina of my own, and I know how they are. They’re terrifying. You wouldn’t catch me putting my fingers anywhere near one I didn’t own myself, let alone my face. Wouldn’t it be so much sexier if we just hooked up with another guy instead?”

And the reaction is always the same kneejerk double standard: “No way! That’s GROSS!” Most men will tell you that two women together is ‘natural,’ and say in the next breath that two men together is somehow not natural? Puh-leeze! None of it is ‘natural’, gentlemen! The human body is built for two, NOT THREE!

Now pay attention here. The ancient Greeks – remember them? – were all about man love. (Okay, not really all about it. But romantic love, including sex, between men was popular and considered acceptable, normal, and natural. Even beautiful. The West’s whole concept of male beauty comes straight from those boy-humping Greeks… the ones who also gave us GOVERNMENT and the philosophy that molded at a shockingly fundamental way the WAY WE ALL THINK.)

Two-thousand six-hundred years later, everyone thinks girl-on-girl is ‘natural,’ and that it doesn’t even make the females in question ‘gay’ because it’s so very ‘natural’… but guy-on-guy is done only by people who are, well, “gay”. (You know, the ones who are born that way. The “real” fags. Or dudes in jail. But not NORMAL guys.)

WT flying F!?!? Guys, I know the idea of four boobs in one bed is distracting, but you’re just not THINKING RATIONALLY here!

It’s my opinion that any human being is capable of having homosexual sex, but that the majority are simply unlikely ever to pursue it because it doesn’t interest them. And I simply LOATHE the misguided idea that all women secretly want to get down with another woman because it’s YOUR MALE FANTASY and that that makes it somehow more ‘natural’ for two straight women to be together than two straight men!

I’ll tell you right now that the idea of a threesome consisting of two women and a man sounds hideous to me. I imagine that most men couldn’t realistically keep up with two women in the first place, and also that such a scene would by its very nature have to be more about porno-style performing than making love. Which interests me not in the least, since I’ve been out of my twenties now for six years.

However, the idea’s opposite – two dudes and a woman… well! Let’s just say I’d at least be willing to discuss it. {nudge, nudge, wink, wink!} Providing he was totally fucking hot, of course, in a masculinely vulnerable sort of way.

{rofl!}

My conclusion is that threesomes are essentially intellectual excercises anyway, since the human body is clearly hardwired for twosomes. And in that context there is simply NO COMBINATION that is more ‘natural’ than any other: girl-girl-boy, GBB, GGG, BBB… it’s ALL artificial in terms of biology. What’s considered hot right now – chicks together – is simply a social convention, and the truth is that the opposite was hot in Socrates’ time.

Here’s to waitin’ for that pendulum to swing back!

 

A handy tool for figuring out what clients have on their connections (after looking up the MAC address in the router): Vendor/Ethernet MAC Address Lookup and Search

 

Okay, forget the other five programs that do all this. All you need is iPod Agent.

It puts weather, horoscopes, and movies on your iPod. It synchs with Outlook. AND IT EXPORTS THE LIBRARY OFF OF YOUR IPOD AND INTO ITUNES.

As I type I’m copying my iPod’s contents into my work machine’s installation of iTunes (I deleted the half-assed library that had already been there, since all that stuff’s already on the ‘pod anyway). HOW COOL IS THAT?

 

I almost just had a really bad day.

I got in the Jeep to run and grab something for lunch. I wiped my hand across my face…

…and my right contact lense fell out. IN MY DIRTY CAR. FILLED WITH DOG HAIR, DUST, MOUSE POOP, AND GARBAGE!

My heart stopped for a second, I think. Losing a contact is *such* a pain in the ass. If they’re more than a year old, you have to make an appointment for an exam – they won’t just make one up from your old prescription. A replacement contact ends up being about $85.

But all was not lost. I very carefully searched my clothing and the seat, and I FOUND THE THING between the seat and the center console. HOORAY! Good thing I had solution in my purse.

 

Brett called me at work at four yesterday to tell me he and my pop were at 1-Stop. At five, he called me back to say we’d all be stopping at The Dew Drop for a beer.

I got off work, rolled to Lib’ville, and had a cocktail. Then I had another. Then Brett took off. Dad and I stayed and chatted with Harry and Carla for awhile.

Then my damn dad bought me another cocktail. Three Dew Drop cocktails!

We went home, I heated up leftover kicheree and made a huge salad, we ate, and I was passed out by 8:30.

EIGHT-THIRTY, people.

Which is bad, because I woke up at 1:30 and was awake until 4:30. Ugh.
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If you use Firefox, this is for you!

Web Developer Extension: Make live edits to the CSS of a web page…

(If that link doesn’t work, get it here.)

 

I’m so proud of Steven! (Er, Derby.) I adore this song. It needs about half a million dollars worth of production, of course, but if it had that it would basically be a hit. It’s so fun to have your friends on your iPod. Seriously. Dude.
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