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Poetry in the Politics Forum. Pinochle in the Buffet. At least Lucky knows his Place. (Sorry, guys, I've been waiting weeks to use that line, and August is nearly over!)

My first experiences were in the early seventies with the pure stuff, amyl nitrate, which originally came in glass capsules wrapped in a heavy cloth mesh. The thin glass popped when you broke it, soaking the cloth, which was then held under the nose. The capsules themselves were a rare treat courtesy of a nurse I dated briefly, but the brown bottles of the same era held the equivalent liquid. The effect was immediate and lasted for several minutes. During those few minutes, any sexual activity I was involved in became the center of my universe. Orgasms were at least doubled in intensity and duration. I got topped for the first time ever, any discomfort trumped by a strong desire for the experience itself. And I believe I could have deep-throated Priapus himself, swallowing every drop and begging for more. There was no headache during or after. Sometime in the late seventies or early eighties, amyl nitrate (C5H11NO2) disappeared from the shelves and was replaced by butyl nitrate (C4H9NO3). For me anyway, the beneficial effects were reduced to a trickle, and were more than offset by a headache that began with the first whiff and intensified with each one thereafter. A sexual partner once rolled an open bottle off the bed, forcing us out of his apartment and heralding a month of celibacy. To enjoy once again the pleasure of real amyl nitrate, one would probably have to develop a case of angina and find a sympathetic doctor. The experience of butyl nitrate, and its ensuing reformulations, can perhaps best be captured by spending an hour or so hunched over a mis-tuned power mower.

I think you've got it exactly right. It's a new way of selling fantasy, and those who learn how to work the audience will make the bucks. Wonder if they could get Joan Rivers to come on and do for them what she's done for QVC? Jack Steel, ladies and gentlemen! He's got it in so far, Crisco's running out of his nose! We'll match your tips for the next three minutes and let's see if we can get him to squeeze out a double load!!

I've been wondering what happens to the window size when somebody pays the full $6 a minute for a private show. I read a review of the service that says you can choose from four window sizes, but that the largest is pixelated. It looks like this week's free samples are delivered in the basic small window, which is about 2.5 inches square on my laptop. If I were paying for the service, I'd hope to get a clear picture at least 5 inches square. Does anyone know if that's possible? (Assuming the model has a decent camera.) Thanks very much for the screen caps, and for spotlighting the new program! I think what Flirt4Free has done the last few days, and what you have done on their behalf, has got to be good for building their business. I hope it means more revenue for their site, and ultimately for yours.

If you ever start a horndog-walking service, I'd like to join the pack!

I'm over here in the shallow end myself, MsGuy. It hit me a year or so ago that I think I prefer being in my sixties now to being in my twenties or, worse, tomorrow's newborn, who will likely have a chip implanted up his ass letting everyone know where he is, what he's doing, and with whom. But then I started wondering if that's also what my grandparents thought about the world they saw me born into. Maybe in a few decades the idea of privacy will be as quaint as the idea of hayrides. Everyone will just get used to the idea of having everyone know what you're up to. It seems to work pretty well for ants. I'm not ready to go gentle into that good night just yet, although I can't quite figure out exactly where my rage should be directed for maximum effect. What puzzles me is the seeming lack of public debate on the issue of privacy, especially since the so-called Patriot Act. (That very name gives me the jitters. ) Maybe some big company will figure out how to make a buck off of selling privacy, and we'll start hearing more about it from them. But right now, they're all making their fortunes from collecting information; and the more they collect, the more they make. I don't see anyone in government taking on the issue. The bureaucrats are collecting everything they can get their hands on. You can't even find out what the National Security Agency's budget is. I don't see a privacy champion among the politicians either and I think the Supreme Court ruling on corporate campaign contributions makes it a bit less likely that one will emerge any time soon. The Europeans seem to be ahead of us on this issue, although what they will do with that lead remains to be seen. More questions than answers for me right now. I think this may be the year I send a little something to the ACLU or the EFF. Cash in an unmarked envelope though. I don't want to show up on their mailing lists.

Yes, I'm getting the problem with a Mac and Safari browser. Started sometime in the last day or so. When I look at Safari's 'activity' screen, it says the track.vs.com/images/models . . . /page=guest_login can't be found. Whatever the hell that is.

I understand the new service will also allow callers to leave voicemails which can then be transcribed as emails and texts. http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2010/08/26/MNGI1F37PS.DTL Hi, Ralph. It's lookin! I'll be in Montreal this week and was hoping to get a chance to see you. I'll be hanging out in The Village again. I promise to keep my distance though, and I sure hope the gendarmerie won't have to get involved like last time. For some reason they thought I was 'stalking' you. Imagine! Hope you'll be wearing that tank top and those dreamy short shorts! You know how sexy you look, and I'll be trying out my new telephoto camera. I get in on Friday afternoon. Ta ta for now! Best of all, Google will be able to store all my voicemails, along with all my GMail (assuming I ever decide to use it), and all the posts I've ever made in my life (including this one) for as long as they like on their giant servers. And I don't see any technical reason why they couldn't store the actual phone conversations themselves, should they take a notion. All digital, all searchable, all the time. Hi, Eric! Sure I'm having some fun and going a bit over the top. Or am I? We know what Eric Schmidt, Google's CEO, thinks about privacy. “If you have something that you don’t want anyone to know, maybe you shouldn't be doing it in the first place." http://www.telegraph.co.uk/technology/google/7951269/Young-will-have-to-change-names-to-escape-cyber-past-warns-Googles-Eric-Schmidt.html Eric Schmidt suggested that young people should be entitled to change their identity to escape their misspent youth, which is now recorded in excruciating detail on social networking sites such as Facebook. "I don't believe society understands what happens when everything is available, knowable and recorded by everyone all the time," Mr Schmidt told the Wall Street Journal. In an Interview Mr Schmidt said he believed that every young person will one day be allowed to change their name to distance themselves from embarrasssing photographs and material stored on their friends' social media sites. The 55-year-old also predicted that in the future, Google will know so much about its users that the search engine will be able to help them plan their lives. Using profiles of it customers and tracking their locations through their smart phones, it will be able to provide live updates on their surroundings and inform them of tasks they need to do. "We're trying to figure out what the future of search is," Mr Schmidt said. “One idea is that more and more searches are done on your behalf without you needing to type. "I actually think most people don't want Google to answer their questions. They want Google to tell them what they should be doing next." He suggested, as an example, that because Google would know “roughly who you are, roughly what you care about, roughly who your friends are”, it could remind users what groceries they needed to buy when passing a shop. The comments are not the first time Mr Schmidt has courted controversy over the wealth of personal information people reveal on the internet. Last year, he notoriously remarked: “If you have something that you don’t want anyone to know, maybe you shouldn't be doing it in the first place." Earlier this year, Google was condemned by the privacy watchdogs of 10 countries for showing a “disappointing disregard” for safeguarding private information of its users. In a letter to Mr Schmidt, Britain's Information Commissioner Chris Graham joined his counterparts in countries including Canada, France, Germany and Italy, in raising concerns over its Street View and Buzz social networking services. I don't hear much about such privacy concerns in the U. S., especially since the Patriot Act was passed, so I figure it's up to each of us to decide how much Google we want in our lives. Me? I'm in the market for a nice sturdy ten-foot pole. Oops! Sorry, Ralph, I didn't mean you!! Call me!

He made the news yesterday too, saying Obama was a yutz for announcing a date for troop withdrawal from Afghanistan next year. Later, he said that it was sure to be a head fake for the Taliban when they realized we'd just been pulling their leg. Sounds like he's just pissing in the wind after keeping it bottled up for forty years. I understand he's taking no chances, though, and recently signed a requisition for 50,000 cases of Soap-on-a-Rope.

Unless it's an albino track team streaking across the Alaskan tundra, I'm not seeing much.

I forgive Dave for hightailing it with the goods. I forgive Lucky for making me post when I should be getting my beauty rest. I forgive TampaYankee and TotallyOz for creating an addictive website. I forgive MsGuy for permanently deepening my laugh lines. I forgive Zipperzone for parading butts in front of a starving man, and spelling "color" with a "u". I forgive AdamSmith for causing me to listen for my butt's next crack. I forgive StevenDraker for making me dream of his butt crack. I forgive neo-Daddy for keeping me out of conga lines for good. And last, at least for now, I forgive paleo-Daddy for not allowing erections on his web site. Well, nearly.

Russian hackers, no doubt.

At last, a chance for my nappies to dry!

They better go after cell phones too. According to this article, an eighteen year old California woman was pimping a fourteen year old girl last week. Text messages between the two landed them in jail and juvenile hall respectively. It seems the world's oldest profession will inevitably find its way to the world's newest technology.

Don't know how I missed it, but guess what today was? If my theory is correct, recent tensions will begin to subside starting with the dawn's early light, and we will sail through the end of August arm in arm, if not actually blowing rainbows up one another's tushies. September 23rd, of course, will be another matter and I've already made my plans.

pot·shot n. 1. A random or easy shot. 2. A criticism made without careful thought and aimed at a handy target for attack OMG! You'll never guess what crossed my mind! Anyhoo, it's worth noting that Lucky is the guy who breathed new life into this terrific forum, OZ and TY nurtured it from the beginning, Neo-Daddy gave us some good laughs and eyeballs, Zipperzone laid some lovely butts on the table, Matrix cranked up a delightful morning video - Well, I could go on and on, but I've got to go work on my tan and trousseau today. My point was that we all have our yin and yang. Blowing away the chaff and keeping the wheat gives us food, friendships and the occasional frolic. (Hope to be back for a frolic tonight if anyone can remember the chorus to Kumbaya.)

I'll say! How do these guys get so sexy?? As Steven so aptly put it:

Well he certainly came a long way! So to speak. Thanks for the nightcap, lurkerspeaks! Sweet dreams on the way.

Well, Steven, it turns out that MsGuy knows me quite well. I was indeed referring to the Arthurian Politico himself. There's a lot about the guy I like, although it certainly isn't his worldview. I hadn't realized until your post that the color of his gown is indeed a lovely icefire blue. Now that I've caught up a bit, do you really think it would be possible to persuade the second sorcerer of whom you speak to do a cameo here from time to time as his schedule allows? You'd probably have to ask him to file his nails down a bit - something playful though, and not too short. What fun we'd have! Speaking of fun, Lucky has reliably promised us plenty, but I wasn't thinking he'd also be trying to get us all married off this month. I've counted two proposals so far, with ten days left. And don't think they haven't come at a good time! I do feel obliged, however, to let any potential suitors know that I am presently getting by on a modest fixed income, and am the sole support of an elderly drug habit. So I won't be able to abide any of those pesky prenuptial agreements. Business out of the way, I can get back to blushing prettily. PS: MsGuy, there isn't the ballpark built that can hold ya!

Whatever you do, stay out of the conga line!

Now you're talking! Follow that road and I'll bet you'll be one of the Forum Greats! Please don't get discouraged. Personally, I'd give that post high marks for originality, creativity, and cultural insight. I think maybe it's just a matter of finding the right venue.

OK men, drop your arms, drop your shorts, let your dicks do the heavy lifting!

Woof! Woof! Thanks!!