centre of the universe - the dreaming

I've been listening to protest songs and all the peacenik, commune-loving hippie music I can get my hands on (it all started two days ago with the 'anarchist' bookstore purchases ("Turning the Tide" bookstore in Saskatoon has all kinds of interesting things), and then yesterday with the celebration of Pete Seeger's music, which pretty much had me slamming my hands against the steering wheel on the way home, cross with myself for having allowed my disgust for armed conflict to weaken over the past ten years.

Yes, it's true...I *am* the filthy hippie - that's what my friend Jenn's husband Ian calls me. I'm not sure if he thinks of it as a derogatory nickname or not, but it really isn't. I'm going to go make some granola, turn up the Peter, Paul, and Mary, and I'm going to wander around the house today wearing as little as possible. I'm'a do my best to commune with the earth and think derisive thoughts about governments' military policies.

I'm going to go and think and dream about how I can make the world a Better Place (I know, and you can just save the comments about how not being a tree-hugging communist will be a good start). Right now, The Nipper and I are sharing a pot of Vanilla Tulsi tea while I attempt to get rid of the sick that Saskatoon gave me.

Labels: equal rights, hippies, i cock, the importance of arts and culture, The Nipper

I made something for you.

I'm a little nervous about it, because I'm not good at these sorts of things. Not like Schmutzie is. She's *very* good at it.

But I made this for you nonetheless.

Um. You can put it places, like, in places you want to put it...I mean, not *there*...well, okay, I guess you *could* put it there. If you REALLY wanted to...

Anyway. Here it is:



You can, like, resize it and stuff. I was going to put "cenobyte says I cock", but I thought it'd be better if we kept it a secret. You know, just between you and me.

So. Yeah. I made that for you.


I hope you enjoy it.

UPDATE: Apparently, the image doesn't show up *at all* in Internet Sexplorer. Which is just marvy. What a great piece of software THAT is. So yeah, if you're still using IE, you should probably stop. It's the technological equivalent of wearing clear vinyl clothing and being surprised when anyone comments on your junk. If you *insist* on wearing that vinyl suit, you can go here and get your cock badge. Note: it STILL doesn't show up in IE. Like, even the jaypeg. That's effing retarded.

Labels: i cock, presents