The Nymph and I spend so much time on the phone that her flat rate unlimited minutes long distance calling plan “accidentally” turned her service off (until she complained) for using too many minutes. I am not making this up.

Much of this conversation is fairly prosaic talk about the daily fabric of our lives, and yet we both treasure it highly. I haven’t been sure quite why, and I haven’t questioned it, I’ve just enjoyed it. I should have asked Halley, who knows the value of “Talking About Simple Stuff“:

I was talking with someone today about how much you need someone in your life to just talk to about all the simple stuff that happens during your day. There’s really something satisfying and necessary about the “Honey, I’m home,” conversations couples take for granted at the end of the day.

Exactly.

Because their link sleuths work while I sleep. How could I have missed elf porn (dead link removed)? Missing the hardcore Japanese gay bondage art is perhaps a little more understandable.

Yup. Up to a year in jail and $4000 in fines for having a Passion Party in a private home.

Sex is dangerous stuff, folks, especially when you let legislators get their hands on it.

Normally I do not stop for hitchhikers. However, exceptions can be made for those wearing suitable attire:

OK, OK, if you pressed me I suppose I might concede that it’s, uh, “barely” possible she’s out on the street in that outfit for some purpose other than hitchhiking. But I’d much prefer to think she just needs to get to Omaha in a hurry.

A quote:

“Every time I fly and am forced to remove my shoes, I’m grateful Richard Reid is not known as the Underwear Bomber.

Douglas Manuel, quoted in USA Today, 13 March 2003

Agreed. Unless, perhaps, one could be guaranteed of flying with this flight crew.

Here’s a pretty image from a Brazilian protest against police brutality:

Something about the head scarf and veil makes this image more interesting than pure nudity would be.

Thanks to Naked Protesters for the picture.

When I got to college, one of the two poor sophomores assigned to my freshman dorm to inject some sanity thereinto called us clueless freshmen together and spake thusly:

“In a lot of these freshmen entries, they have all kinds of rules. I don’t like rules. So we are only going to have one. Don’t be a dick.”

And we mostly weren’t, and we had a great time. The moral and political lesson I took from that, namely that small communities don’t really need more than one rule, is possibly the most valuable thing I learned in college. Thanks, Josh!

By popular demand, I’ve decided to install a commenting facility here at ErosBlog. However, I’d like to ask you all to remember Josh’s rule. I work at keeping the tone here relentlessly sex-positive and unwaveringly non-judgmental. I may slip up, but that’s the goal. I welcome your comments, but I’m simply not interested in creating a forum for haters, condemnators, repressive creeps, and the like. Lively debate, at times, is to be expected. But nastiness and anti-sex messages (and personal attacks of any sort, on anyone) will probably be deleted summarily. Be nice and play nice, please?

Thank you.