Free Wallpaper - "Take Charge"

Worth Quoting.02

"It's not your fault, your honesty touches me like fire."
Dubstar, "St. Swithin's Day"

Baked Chicken, rice and beans, with a sprinkle of sea salt

The weekend is so close I can almost taste it.
Almost.
The pile of job folders precisely scattered around my desk reminds me I won't be enjoying that flavour for at least another five and a half hours. Individuals from various firms, displaying the most fatuous methods of thinking, running their departments/companies with rampant ignorant recklessness, are the ones I inevitably must appease for the agency on any given Friday.
And this Friday is no different.
I sit staring at dark curtains miserably thankful that they prevent the beautiful vista of beach and ocean on a cloudless day. Just across the road. I do not think I could function through every day, leaving paradise - a mere stone's throw away - alone.
Ah, but then there's lunchtime.

Hello, old friend

For the past six months or so there has been a complete and absolute absence of tidal activity on the perpetually fair shores of St. Lucia. Then Saturday afternoon, they returned. Those wayward Neptunian travellers graced us with their passion. They brought back the swell. They delivered the waves.
Sunday was fantastic. We were improvident men, forgetting the previous season of drought, ignoring tomorrow, should it never come.
Today, we would have the greatest of their gift - 14ft overhead sets.
Today, as with every Wednesday, I am stuck at work.
What a friend you are, Neptune.

T minus none

Today it the day we have been awaiting. Our new Mazda B2500 TDi champagne silver pick-up truck, signed, sealed, (and insured) is ready to be collected. The journey was educational, not just for the process of loans, buying and owning, but for learning more about ourselves, and how we approach life, relationships, obstacles, challenges, excitement and a host of other experiences. We were erudite shoppers for the item we desired, but completely ignorant of the life the actual shopping developed seemingly on its own. In the end (or is it the beginning), we are wiser, stronger and stylishly mobile.
Keep on truckin'!

Worth Quoting.01

"My memory lane is now paved"
'Beach Balls', Billy Talent

Loud whispers

Cesar Millan is one of my heroes. I came across this article about him and his methods recently. It is well worth the read, not just for dog lovers, but for human lovers too.
What The Dog Saw

Ink.

The wife commissioned her next tattoo (over a year ago mind you) and I finally got around to it.
What she understands yet still seems to overlook is my desire to create a truly original piece, one that will propel her even more towards sui generis.
The concept and initial design are done. I would have posted the layout on the snapshot of her back, but you never know who is watching and will try to beat her to the inker's well. You know how it goes on the end of the Interverse. So, I'm currently 'enjoying' the re-drawing phase until it is tattoo friendly. Next step: find the right artist for the job.

Worth Quoting

'Computers are useless. They can only give you answers.'
Pablo Picasso

'Even in a make-believe world, you don't believe in me.'
Less Than Jake

Free Wallpaper - "filtered"

Created in Photoshop, beginning with the Render Clouds filter on an empty layer.

Free Wallpaper - "viva libre"

Created completely in Freehand MX, starting with the beautiful wand tool, then it was all fun from there. Get well soon Mr. Castro, the world would not know what to do without your presence.

Free Wallpaper - "do no deny"

The first of my (intended) series of original wallpapers inspired by [fill in the blank]. Feel free to use, adjust and have fun with them as you please. And if you have any ideas, tips or comments... click below and leave 'em.
Enjoy.

I Do

The week before I said "I do" to my wife, I had a pair of rings made.

Many people find it hard to believe when I tell them this: the entire process of being pierced through both nipples was entirely painless.
The handful of minutes spent lying on the piercer's table awaiting the steel intrusion constituted one of my fastest meditations ever. At the point when asked "Are you ready?", I gave a wry smile and blinked once... the most I could manage from my state of utterly blissful, self-induced, physical calm. His clamp was cold but the pinch was imperceptible. Then I felt the tip of the needle rest against my flesh. It was the last sensation with the material world I was to experience.
"Deep breaths, don't hold ..."
I was way ahead of him.
I heard the needle puncture my skin. I heard it travel the mere fraction of an inch to its predetermined exit. I heard it sever my skin a second time as the tip left me.
Inside, I came alive! Sensations I refuse to describe lest I do them injustice spread from behind my chest throughout my torso. While my body never so much a gave a shiver or twitch, I could feel unknown entities within running wild.
"You okay?"
"Is it bad that it was... good?"
He laughed. "Well, let's go for Round Two, shall we?"
My smirk returned and he prepared the second instrument.
Again, I heard every movement the needle made, never actually feeling its destructive path. Again, my body exploded from within. No amount of adrenaline or intense eroticism ever gave such a pure and uninhibited rush as this marriage of cold steel to warm flesh.

Minutes after it was over and I was walking out of the studio, I was acutely aware that I possessed two nipples. Two anomalies of flesh embedded in the lower half of each pectoral muscle. They throbbed, clenched, and yelled into me... No more?

The Harem has spoken

Judgement can be fair, objective, justified, harsh, sympathetic, unfeeling and deserved. But most of all, it is final. It doesn't not ask for comprimise. It is not an opinion. It is unfailing in its most primitive form.
It is the final word.
The final action.
No more deeds.

Among the angels, one seeking acceptance fell short. And fell hard. Not knowing what was expected or what to expect, the fallen one found herself in a whirlwind. Within the twirling and tumult, she found herself in a position most would have acquiesced to being swept away with the surge. There, at least she may have salvaged her broken feathers. There, at least she may have walked among the clouds.