So I read the Bonnie Tyler died in Portugal yesterday at age 75.

So, in honor of a 1980s Classic, here's the "literal" version of her biggest hit (seriously, you'll LOL):

https://youtu.be/fsgWUq0fdKk

That's why I don't feel bad having the window by my desk open by 6 inches/15 cm (SHHH!!! DON'T TELL HUBBY!!!) because there's some kind of strong indoor air pollution going on that I can't figure out but that's really affecting me.

I just went outside and looked... even with the air conditioner running at full blast, the usual utilities on (e.g. refrigerator), me using my computers and monitors, Hubby with TV on and computer, and whatever lights are on in the house, etc etc etc, the electric meter is still running backward. #SolarPower #CarbonlessCooling

it's Mehday.... But I've taken the day off. However, it's also pack-up-and-return-to-the-city-and-work day, and I don't wanna! <Insert nasally kid whine here>.

Our #11 legal wedding anniversary is this week. What I want: a nice dinner out at a dress up frou frou restaurant with wine and dessert, then CNC tied up, gagged, and my mussy whored out to the entire gayborhood. What I'll get: a $10 plate of enchiladas and chipsnsalsa with sweaty T-shirts and shorts, and maybe a grandma kiss.

My whole life, as far back into childhood as I can remember, I can be fine all day, but around 8 or 9 PM every night my back will start itching. I don't know why such a weirdly regular thing happens, but tonight it's enough to stop me from getting to sleep.

Anyone else out there have this problem?

(In fact, in my 20s, when I was a big whore, I would avoid hook-ups between 9 PM and midnight because the last thing you want when taking all that cock is to feel all itchy.)

The strangest thing just happened. I got out of the shower, dried off, but still drip drip drip... very bright red. It was coming from my nose. I haven't had a nosebleed in years, and I have no idea what might have brought this on.

The color on the tissue was the bright reddest red. I was impressed by how good it looked. #TypeAB+

Saw something on-line that I think was a reference to something transgender related, but I wasn't sure even though it didn't make sense in any other context. That still doesn't mean I understood it.

I wanted to ask about it, but repeated past experience is that I'll be attacked as a transphobe "because I don't already know" and not, you know, someone trying to learn and understand.

So, I just moved on and will stay in my ignorant, but safe, little bubble as far as that's concerned.

That was a strange summer. I was 7 years old. When it reached +117°F • +47°C there in Oklahoma Mom wouldn't let anyone look at the thermometer any more. That way it didn't get hotter.

My dad and uncle drove 300 miles to get an air conditioner.

We had to sit on pillows in the car and wear oven mitts to get into it. My sisters, cousins, and I played board games in darkened rooms, the windows covered in blankets to keep the sun out.

Seeing all the folks in Europe posting about "ZOMFG it's so hot!" makes me think that they're at the stage of air conditioning that the US was in 1980.

Any of us oldsters alive back then can remember the Mother of All Heat Waves and the death toll numbers getting higher each night on the evening news.

Air conditioning became near universal here after that.

How do you experience dreams? Are they color, or black-and-white? Something else?

Select all that apply.

This is my explanation for the ways I experience color in dreams.
As a child, my dreams were always in full color, but in my adulthood, they've been quite varied. Almost everyone tells me they dream in color, which I find odd since I think black-and-white is most common for me. ... Dreaming in ultraviolet has only happened twice, but it was a trip.

So, adding the cardamom and apple did NOT improve the flavor of the gin. It now tastes like cardamom and apple infused tequila instead of plain tequila. To review, I enjoy gin but do not like tequila.

I just cannot stand it. I've never poured out liquor before, but that $21 will go down the drain. #FirstTimeForEverything

- Although who hasn't daydreamed many times over of getting a tramp-stamp tattoo... just right at the top of the ass crack that says "Sperm Bank, Deposits Only" and an arrow pointing downward... 😇 ... LOL 🤣🤣🤣

RE-My earlier post about tattoos

I would never get one myself, for a variety of reasons. One is I know how they work, biologically, and having an autoimmune disease I don't need to encourage it any more than it's already out of control. Second is that I 'm a Gemini and I will change my mind.
No I won't.
Yes I will.
NO I WON'T.
YES I WILL.
NO!! I!!! WON'T!!!!
Okay, maybe I will... maybe...or not...

(Heh)

But if I ever did, it would be this and exactly this, probably on my upper left arm.

When you find that Google Maps, Bing Maps, the County E911 system, and the US Postal Service all believe a road exists, but Google Street View and the county tax assessor shows it never has nor is it even a "paper street".

There are five ZIP+4 codes assigned to 3 blocks on this old driveway, nor are there any cross streets or buildings there.

I think it's a relict of TIGER Data from the US Census Bureau which is full of crap from the 1990s and never ground-truthed.

Tattoos

•More is not always better {applies to all things, not just tattoos}
•Some dudes look good with them, some don't
•Some tattoos look good, some don't
•Some appear to have meaning, some don't
•Some body parts shouldn't have them
•Sometimes I just have to stop and...WTF?
•Your body, your choice–I don't judge. Okay, maybe I do {not your life choices but your good taste, instead}, but I'll keep it to myself.
•Whether I like your tattoos or not, the good artists are obvious and deserve kudos.

Today in 'I See What You Did There'...

TOO MUCH CHANGE!

My doctor, my dog, my mother, my job, just everything •waves hand around•...

I'm at my limit. I can only handle so much. I cry "uncle"!

Please stop, please! 😭

I saw these on Amazon a few years ago and HAD to have them. but I didn't need them, so they sat in the closet (seriously?) for a few years. But then I got my place up in Oklahoma and out they came! Anyway, it makes me happy to eat with these. Plus, they're slightly oversized and sturdy... Like the bears of flatware. LOLOL

Batting 1.000 here on using recipes found on the internet that turn out to be disastrous failures.

You'd think I'd've learned my lesson and stuck to my tried and true cookbook, but you'd think wrong.