She has indeed. She is far and away my favorite and most photographed nude subject…although she put the kibosh on that “until I get my belly closer to the pre-2-kids state”. She’s let me photograph her throughout our relationship, much to my delight. There are some shots of her on my website (garyottley.com), although none are recent.
Yesterday was the 1 year anniversary of my first post to my alternaTumblr, ThousandFaces.
I’m currently at 355 (with about 25 images lined up to post), so at this rate, I’ll be done sometime in the late winter/early spring of 2013. A thousand is a lot, yo.
Also, I totally used high school/GMAT algebra to figure that shit out:
355/1000 = 1/x -> 355x=1000 -> x=2.82 -> 2.82 years from April 29th 2010 = Februaryish 2013. Lookit me, using math to solve basic life problems.
As I embark on Year 2, I’m hoping for some interesting additions to the project (once I can clear this small backlog from Trinidad - 130 faces takes a long time to organize and blog about, ‘kay?)
There may or may not be collaborations with a fellow tumblrer involving artsy stuff. I’m really looking forward to those, assuming we can make them happen. (Collaborations!)
Sincere thanks to all who have followed and supported thus far. The project has seen some traction among some people, and according to at least one person, is now “a thing” (mainly because she met 2 people who had been shot for the blog who both mentioned that they were in the Thousand, independent of each other…which is actually kind of cool). I would love to shoot more Tumblr folks: as it says on the blog - if we’re in the same place at the same time, I bring my camera, you bring your face.
I am way too into the Hunger Games trilogy for a grown-ass man.
And I’m actually not sure about how I feel about it being made into a movie - but not for any fan attachment reason. I’ve found that since becoming a parent, watching kids get hurt/abused/killed on screen elicits some visceral emotions for/in me - stronger than they did before becoming a dad, in fact. Because they are officially ‘young adult’ books, they’re written in such a way that the imagery is brutal, yet juvenile. (I contrast that with the first chapter of The Lovely Bones, a book I loved and one which I don’t think I could read now, because that first chapter is just…I can’t even.) I wonder whether I’ll want to/be able to see a bunch of kids (yes, I know - some of the actors aren’t kids) get killed in the ways described in the books.
But all that said - man, I’m into those fucking books these days. They fit my current reading capacity: good story, not too dense.
Collaborations! Collaborations will be incredibly awesome…once I can clear my damn Faces backlog. (That’s an STM - she knows of what I speak.)
I may or may not have 4 shoots coming up in the warmer months that may or may not involve women in a state of undress. 2 are for sure, 2 are maybes, 3 involve Tumblr people, 1 is a ‘want to capture it while I still have it dammit’, 1 involves a black woman, 3 involve women I have never seen naked.
By may or may not, I mean will.
Part of the reason I’m going back to school is because the career that will result from the endeavor will allow me to dress how the fuck I want, when I want.
There’s a more than likely chance that you are average. By definition.
How is she two already?
If you think Cowboys and Aliens is a silly name for a movie and it is your opinion that it indicates it will be shitty, your opinion is wrong because it will be awesomely awesome. This is true.
I met my wife online. I was a dating fiend, thoroughly enjoying my experience meeting women and hooking up as a result of tapping away at some keys. I was also my wife’s first and only internet date. She likes to call it fate. I call it ‘you could’ve waited 3 more months for me to date a woman who was also into women but it’s cool nonetheless cos we’re good together but still damn’.
I actually really, really hope Donald Trump runs for President.
(Lagniappe) I really, really want to shoot nudes on a beach at sunrise. Massachusetts makes this challenging.
I’m grading papers. 1 down, 7 to go. I hate grading papers. My Tumblr time always always always goes up when I grade papers, since I will let pretty much anything distract me from grading papers.
I really am sickened by the whole birth certificate thing - and frankly, I think you should be, too. I am not one to call everything racist - far from it, actually, and I often give things the benefit of the doubt. But I really do think the “show me your birth certificate” reeks of old school, prove that you belong/are one of us, one standard for white people and another for black people, out-and-out racism. And that truly sickens me. Because if he was white, no one would be asking for it, period.
I like one Celine Dion song. It’s called ‘Halfway to Heaven”, and it was never released as a single. It’s on some old album somewhere, and I can’t remember how I came to hear it, but it was while I was in college. It’s a schmaltzy late 80s/early 90s type ballad (with Kenny G, I believe, to compound matters), and I love it. I embrace this shame wholeheartedly.
There’s a wedding somewhere tomorrow? Is it mine? Was I invited? Is it someone I know/care about? Then fuck it.
I love it when a Tumblr woman I think is attractive posts a sexy picture of themselves. I like feeling like I’m getting a glimpse into an otherwise restricted world. Plus, I’m a guy. I get a small thrill out of it, each and every time, clothed or unclothed, and I heart every one I see as a matter of course.
I missed those two twerps, man.
It’s iced coffee season! Same amount of caffeine, consumed in a quarter of the time. Yesssssss.
I need to devote an hour a day to catching up on my various photography projects and endeavors. ThousandFaces, sorting through the San Fran/Wine Country shots, picking images for a site update - all need to be done. Made more urgent by the knowledge of impending projects in May and June.
I wonder if anyone would buy prints from me if I put some on Etsy or DeviantArt. Maybe I haven’t put any there because I’m afraid of rejection? If no one buys, will it mean my images are without value? Damn insecurity.
California wine country might just be my favorite area of this country, pound for pound. That said, I need to get to (a) the southwest; (b) Hawaii; (c) the mid-Atlantic coast, to make a truly informed judgment call. But I seriously love the vibe out in Sonoma, Napa, the Central Coast. And the weather. And the food; I have yet to have a bad meal in California - all the food’s from there!) And the smell. Wine is good.
“Minorities earn less than white people because they don’t work as hard and have less initiative. We have a high percentage of blacks in prison, and that’s tragic, but are they in prison just because they are black or because they don’t want to study as hard in school? I’ve taught school, and I saw a lot of people of color who didn’t study hard because they said the government would take care of them.”—
To those saying "if he had produced it a while back, there would never have been an issue"...
Fuck you. No, seriously. Fuck you, and fuck that mess.
It should never have been an issue in the first place, and it never would have been if he was white. (You do know that McCain was born in Panama, right?) No one - not Taitz, not Trump, not Fox News - would have made it “an issue” if he was Caucasian. Tell me I’m wrong.
Damn, I wish he was a Muslim - just to fuck with all the racists and bigots. In fact, I hope the economy continues to improve, the Dow rises above 15000, unemployment continues to drop, he wins reelection, does more good stuff, and then in 2016 just struts out, and says “yeah, that whole ‘Christian’ thing? I was just playing. Allah u ackbar, mofos!”
In December, when my wife turned 41, I gave her a large cookbook by Thomas Keller, a very well-known chef/owner of three restaurants in Yountville, CA - including the uber-exclusive and expensive French Laundry. I also told her that I would take her for dinner at one of the two Thomas Keller restaurants I could actually afford (with some planning) - Bouchon, with 2 of our friends, when we traveled to California in April.
While others observed Easter in any and all ways people do, we had one of the best dinners at one of the best restaurants.
I usually can’t remember every thing I have for meals out - but this dinner was so good, I felt compelled to document what we each had that evening.
First of all, Brad (the male half of the couple we spent the time in wine country with) and I had absolutely stellar company.
To start, both Rachel and Debra had the Salade Maraîchére au Chévre Chaud (mixed greens, herbes de Provence & goat cheese with red wine vinaigrette).
I, however, opted for a special appetizer; lobster and crab beignets with 3 purees of sweet pea, sweet carrot, and beet tartare. It was incredible, and each tasted completely different with each accompanying puree.
For the entreé, Rachel got the Steak Frites (pan-seared prime flatiron, caramelized shallots & maître d’hotel butter served with French fries), which she had scoped out weeks in advance. She got it medium rare.
Debra, a vegetarian, got the Gnocchi a la Parisienne, which were easily the best gnocchi anyone on the table had ever had. (She also ordered a side of Swiss chard which was by far the biggest disappointment of the entire meal.)
Brad got a special entree: a crispy veal breast, caked with brioche crumbs, with polenta-filled ravioli with a veal and foie gras reduction. This was the one dish that night I did not sample - I’m not fond of veal, and abhor even the slightest hint of foie gras taste.
I had the Poitrine de Boeuf Grillée: grilled beef brisket, braised radishes, fava beans and potato confit with wagyu tongue vinaigrette. That shit was the absolute bomb.
On the advice of our server, we got a local Pinot noir, which paired surprisingly well with all of our dishes.
Dessert was simply sublime. Rachel opted for the Marquise au Chocolat: dark chocolate mousse with burnt orange cream,
Brad and Debra ordered the Profiteroles with vanilla ice cream and chocolate sauce (which came with the candle reserved for Rachel…despite the fact that her birthday was 4 months prior),
and I had a dessert special: the Pot de Créme Almond (almond-infused custard), which was one of the single best desserts I’ve ever eaten.
It was what I expected - which was a really good meal. The shaved asparagus and carrot salad was fresh and light, and the torte I had was very tasty.
I kept expecting all of the patrons to drop their cutlery at any point, turn their heads toward me, and start chanting “Meat eater! MEAT EATER!” while pelting me with fennel.
Also, I drew the line at the rice milk ice cream. Rice does not suckle its young. There are no teats on a grain of rice. Therefore, it is not a milk-producing thing. Rice milk is bogus. If they called it what it was - rice juice - no one would drink it. With good reason - it sounds nasty.
(I should have worn my new “Tasty Salted Pig Parts” T-shirt.)
"It being our weekend on the west coast, without kids.
Its beginning was not without its issues: my 4 y/o did not take to her mother leaving all that well, and there was much wailing in the house. When I asked Rachel over the phone how the goodbye went, she broke down as well.
Also, in a discovery that matched the emotional upheaval of leaving one’s kids, I discovered I had forgotten to pack any non-work T-shirts for the trip.
It’s all good, though. Mom-in-law called to say that BigOne was fine after waking up from her nap, and was as chatty and playful as usual. And I just came from the ferry Building, where I purchased 3 T-shirts, including one from Boccalone (“Tasty Salted Pig Parts”).
Our friends from Seattle are here, and Rachel’s flight is en route. I have just one hurdle to clear before she gets here.
I’m being taken to a vegan restaurant tonight.
I don’t do vegan. I’m an omnivore, and will eat vegetarian dishes. Vegan - not so much. Gimme my dairy and eggs and stuff, man! GIMME.
But Debra (the female half of the couple we’re hanging with) is a vegetarian, and wants to go to this place for dinner. She assures me it’s excellent. We’re going because she herself said that the rest of our time together - through Tuesday - will be filled with meat, wine and cheese.
She ain’t lyin’.
I told her I’m not eating any crap that’s made to mimic the taste of meat. No tempeh in the shape of a pork rind or any shit like that. Vegetables - yes. Pseudo-meat - fuck no.
Worse comes to worst, there’s always french fries.
I recently received a message from a follower (perhaps ex-follower now) who wanted me to talk about what I believed (religion-wise) so that she could make fun of it, in the same way that I apparently make fun of Christians. Which I don’t. So, I figured, why not? I am pretty secure in my beliefs, if you want to call them that, and I’m always going on about liking blogs and posts that allow others to see the person behind them - and religion is one of those issues that many shy away from for fear of offending. I am not one of those people. This is what I believe - it is part of who I am. No one is asking you to agree with any of this - but this is me, and I am okay with sharing this. If you are offended - well, I’ll be (kind of) sorry to see you go, but the Unfollow button is up and to the right.
I believe that I do not have the answers.
I believe that I worship of the Church Of I Don’t Know.
I believe that all religions are kinda silly, because each one purports to have all the answers - and that if you don’t believe in its version of the answers, then you are wrong.
I do not believe that.
I believe that pretty much any religion operates like a club, with rules and by-laws, and that if one does not adhere to those rules and by-laws, then one cannot be a member of that club.
I believe that if there is a God, She doesn’t care which club you belong to, and probably wishes that her creations stop forming clubs that think that theirs is the “right” one.
I believe that Man likely invented religion - and perhaps even God - because he can’t reconcile the idea of death being final…and because we will always have constructs that separate the rulers from the ruled.
I believe that religion really is the opiate of the masses.
I believe that there are things in this world that are unexplainable, and will always be. Perhaps this is God at work. Perhaps it is a Force. Perhaps.
I believe that I do not need a religion to tap into/be at one with/acknowledge/love the unexplainable/this Force/God.
I believe that people get really hyped up over religion and religious beliefs, to the point of having it damage/ruin their relationships with other people. (Case in point: I am sure I will lose a few followers over this post, because some will take this as being offensive towards Christians.) I think this is sad.
I believe that religion does fill a void in many people’s lives. To those people, I say bully for you. (Seriously - I mean that.)
I believe that religion (writ large) is the backbone of much of the strife that has happened and is happening in the world.
Having been brought up Catholic, and being well familiar with its traditions, rituals and trappings, I believe that this is the religion that I know the most about, and therefore can comment on most readily. Ergo, I believe that some of the basic tenets of the Catholic Catechism - the concept of Original Sin, the infallibility of the Pope, that it is the “one true Catholic and Apostolic Church” (which is recited by rote in eahc and every Catholic Mass) - are just plain wrong, and harmful to the people it purports to help save.
I believe I have used the word “purports” more times in this post than I ever have.
I believe that Christians really do look down on non-Christians as being inferior somehow - as in, they have the answers, and the rest of society does not. I believe this because I was once a member of a major Christian religion. (NOTE: This may just be in Trinidad, where I have found that people wear their Christianity like a badge of honor that others should aspire to.)
I believe that the notion that Christians are persecuted in these United States to be laughable to the point of being obscene.
I believe that I am one of the 144,000 (I’m looking at you, Witnesses!)
I believe that changing religion-based traditions due to political correctness is bullshit. They’re Christmas trees, and Easter eggs. Leave them alone. (Also, neither have anything to do with the history behind the religious observances.)
I believe that atheism is as much a belief system as any religion. Again - its being sure that you have all the answers.
I believe that my beliefs are not so rigid that they can’t be subject to analysis and debate. I believe talking about different ideas is a good thing.
I believe that if you are offended when someone calls out your religion for its bullshit - for ALL religions have their bullshit - then you might be a tad insecure about your religion.
With a few glaring exceptions (overt racism, pedophilia, all the really nasty shit), I believe that no one should be commenting on what should and shouldn’t be in someone’s Tumblr. Unfollow button is up and to the right.
Which I imagine some of you might be using right about……..now?
Today went well, I think. More than a few students said it was a great session. That we had the protagonist of our case to a videoconference from Boston helped. It’s always cool to bring some realism into a class of MBAs who are sure that they have the answer for what a company should do.
Yes, it was garlic ice cream, and yes, it tasted great. The garlic taste was very subtle. Every single person I mentioned that I was going to the Stinking Rose for dinner said the garlic ice cream was a must have. They were right.
I honestly didn’t know that this weekend was Easter weekend until a few days ago. I honestly could care less about it.
While I’m on it - I really dislike it when Christians adopt an air of superiority simply because they believe something I don’t. I used to see/hear it all the time - “well, I’M a Christian”, as if the proclamation set them apart and made them special. It doesn’t. Seriously. I don’t want to be a member of your club.
I do miss the 4 day long weekend I used to get when I lived in Trinidad, though.
Gonzo is the best Muppet, Shira. This is not even in question.
So what am I doing for Easter? Drinking wine, talking shit with friends, taking some pictures, having sex with my wife as much as is possible.
It’s not necessarily a bad kind of weird - as in, a sense of foreboding. But it’s not 100% great, either, and I can’t put my finger on why.
My current hypothesis is that it has to do with the class I’m teaching today and tomorrow. Some of them expressed some feedback to the powers that be a few weeks ago that still has me wary of what I do with them. I think the class will go well - I’ve taught it before, and it consistently gets good reviews - but this group is a little different, I think. A little more high maintenance. I tend not to do high maintenance well.
I wonder if I should leave my contact lenses out and wear my glasses all day. I like how I look in them - although I did go back to LensCrafters 2 days ago and organized for an exchange. You see, when I was choosing them 3 weeks ago, I pondered between the frames I have now and this other pair, which was $135 more expensive. They were Ermenegildo Zegna frames, and they were beautiful - but at the time I felt like I couldn’t justify the cost. But after wearing these for a week, I find that (a) they don’t fit as well as either my old frames or the Zegnas, and (b), in a shout out to what little vanity I have, they just don’t look as good as the Zegnas. So I’m getting the Zegnas. I have to wait a couple of weeks for them, though - during which time I’m wearing the “looks good” new specs. Should I wear them for class today?
I miss my girls. I call home as soon as I wake up when I’m out on the west coast, since they would have been up for a while. Hi Daddy!” is honestly the greatest sound in the world. never mind that neither of them can hold their attention much longer than the time it takes to say that - although BigOne will begin listing stuff that she’s done or will do. LilOne, ehhh, not so much. I get “Hi Daddy!” and then she drops the phone. It’s enough, though.
I bought my first PhD program text yesterday. “Philosophy of the Social Sciences.” I have to read it over the summer and come to the first class prepared for a quiz. It’s very exciting and incredibly unnerving to be a student again after a decade and a half of being out of school.
One of my followers told me that she loved my face after I posted a less-than-attractive picture of it last night. She made me feel good. So thank you. I think I needed that.
Maybe I just need to put my head down and get through today and tomorrow’s classes. Rachel, Debra and Brad all arrive tomorrow, and it will be good to see them all again. Especially Rachel, since she lets me see her boobs.
Maybe I’ve just had too much coffee this morning. This is entirely possible.
I liked it. I’m glad I stuck it out - there were a few points where I was indifferent towards it and thought of stopping it - but I’m glad I didn’t. I like dystopian, futuristic stories in general (and I’m still not sure why). I respect that even though it was written in 1932, its themes remain relevant today. I had some issues with Huxley’s writing style - I had to re-read some pages a few times to get re-grounded - but at the same time, I found that I was re-reading passages because I loved how he described something. Plus - I really can see links to stories like the Serenity movie, or Never Let Me Go. Sometimes, old school is the real school.
I need to go to bed. I only have 12 pages left to finish Brave New World. In related news, I now have even more respect for the Serenity movie having read Brave New World. They took that story and jazzed it up, man. MIRANDA!
Fuck the royal wedding. Fuck it to hell.
I need to finish Brave New World so I can start that second Hunger Games book.
I never get tired of breasts.
I am less enthused about teaching this weekend as I usually am. I’m still struggling with how this group threw me under the bus a few weeks ago.
I should just go to bed. I’m tired, man. But I’m still here, trolling Tumblr. Fuckin’ Tumblr, man.
Why do some guys shave off most of their mustache except for this pencil-thin strip right over the lip? I’ve never understood that. It looks stupid.
First - thank you to all who have posted a response to my questions or have sent me messages. I find this topic intriguing, and I like discussing it, if only because my wife is so white she’s translucent, and my kids are of two different shades of brown as a result. I’m always interested in hearing of others thoughts, attitudes, and experiences about this. And frankly, I don’t think it’s discussed maturely often enough.
Now - here’s another to ponder. Or, at least, one that has actually always made me ponder. It’s been my observation that many who might have no issue with interracial dating/marriage in general, or in theory, might have an issue with white/black relationships, specifically. For instance, here’s a quote (used with permission!) from one of the messages I received:
"For some reason it’s always a question of black & white. My best friend is white. Blonde hair, blue eyes white. And her husband? Cuban. For some reason though, NO ONE has ever said anything to her. But if she were to date a black man, she’d get questioned. I have another friend (getting divorced) who is white and her soon to be ex is Mexican. Again, no question. But if he were black? I don’t get it."
I don’t get it either.
It struck me that many of the posts in response to my 2 questions referred to experiences of (folks of Caucasian descent) having dated Hispanics and Asians. Of course, many also spoke of having dated black people - and it made me wonder whether there is in fact a difference in the way society, writ large, regards interracial couples if they are black/white, as opposed to some other combination. My own anecdotal experiences and observations would verify that hypothesis: that some people who are generally accepting of interracial relationships might have more of a hard time accepting black/white relationships than those of other race/color combinations.
Do you find that to be the case? If so - why is that? No doubt the history of black people in this country likely has something to do with it - but in my mind, I’m thinking that if this in fact the case, then “people” (and I use the generalized term deliberately) still feel that black people are inferior to other races. What other explanation could there be? If you generally have no issue with interracial couples, but black/white couples make you feel somewhat differently (i.e., not necessarily explicitly against it, per se…but just somewhat different), what does that mean?
Obviously, some people do have more of an issue with black/white relationships than with others (see: above quote) - and I’ve always wondered why that is. What did black people (again, a massive generalization) do to make that race - my race - so singled out in this regard, for some people?
Also - completely off topic - can I just say how cool and surprising (to me, anyway) it is that so many people (okay, women) have dated people of their own gender?
So yesterday I asked a question of folks, about their thoughts and opinions on interracial dating and/or marriage. I have been curious about people’s viewpoints on this for a while now; I live in a predominantly white city, state and country, and ended up (not surprisingly) marrying outside my race. As I told a friend many years ago who asked about marrying a white woman, my response was something along the lines of “that’s who’s in Massachusetts, man.”
The responses I got were heartening, at least to me. To date, I’ve had 48 responses, and many of those took the time to explain their opinions and positions to me. A few things stood out to me:
Most people have no issue - or say they have no issue - with dating outside their race.
Many people already have, and say it’s no big deal.
People’s parents and grandparents have issues with it.
Most people could give a shit about what their parents would think about it.
If I’m to take my responses as a sample of the population, only about 2% of people would not date outside their race because of what their parents thought.
Although none of this is show-stoppingly surprising to me, it’s heartening to see and hear it. And what jumps out at me is that I can see old prejudices and bigoted thought dying. Too slowly, yes, but dying nonetheless. The generation before mine still does not really accept or condone it. While I understand that history is a powerful thing to overcome, I still think that…well, it’s a lot of bullshit that a lot of people (young or old) think this way. Past a certain point, you can’t and shouldn’t blame “the way it is” for your own foibles. It tells me that, for many, there is still a divide that causes people to pre-judge on the basis of skin color, which sickens me to my core. When I read about how some people’s parents would not accept them dating outside their race, I hear “my children would not be welcome in their house”. But then I read that they would definitely be welcome in theirs, and that makes me glad.
My generation seems to be one that (at least to some degree) actually embraced the idea of this being no big deal. Some members of it may have actively sought out the experience in defiance of that prejudice (although I have to say that it isn’t a great feeling to find out that you are nothing but a novelty to someone - c’mon, Kelly, you know the shit was good!)
Now - granted - I acknowledge that the people I would choose to hang out with, both IRL and here on Tumblr, would more than likely fall into the “it’s not a big deal to me” category. Some responses indicated that they knew people (one would assume of similar age) who actually would have a problem dating outside their race. That’s highly unfortunate. It’s pretty obvious that a lot of people still have a ways to go in accepting others for their racial background.
It looks like, though, that a lot of people my age and younger - and not by that much - really do seem to believe it’s no big deal. And that makes me smile. That’s how it should be. Not any type of ‘deal’ at all. It just…is.
(I’m still interested in people’s thoughts and responses. What do you think about interracial dating? Have you? Would you? Do you think seeing an interracial couple is unusual enough that they draw attention to the fact that two people of different skin color are together? What’s been your experience?)
You know, I am in fact curious about the race/dating thing
Would you date someone of a different race? Would you marry?
I realize that these questions might be dated. Actually, I hope they are. I hope that my relatively older age (i.e., compared to many that I follow, and who follow me) means that I’m hopelessly out of touch with this issue. Hell - maybe it isn’t an issue!
But in my dating life in this country, which wasn’t that long ago, I’ve had someone date me just for the novelty of having slept with a black man (no, I didn’t know that at the time), and another whose parents and younger brother - a guy younger than me - would have had a real problem with me had they known who their daughter was schtupping.
So, I remain curious. Is this still a potentially contentious issue? Which of you would? Which of you have? Which of you wouldn’t - and why?
What is it about hitting 40 that really does make parts of your body say “Ahhhh, fuck it” and just stop even trying? I mean - is there a painless-back switch that clicks off when you hit 40? And why is my left knee hurting every time I go down stairs all of a sudden? It’s not like I ran the marathon or nothing. I’m just going about my business, and then poof - pain where before there was none. What is up with that?
I wonder how many Caucasian women I’ve met in my life would date a black man. Or anyone outside their race, for that matter. ’Black’ comes to mind most readily, though - because, well, I’m black. I like to give folks the benefit of the doubt and assume that they would - but really do I wonder. Do people mean it when they say that “race doesn’t matter”?
Am I doing the right thing going back to school? Can I handle it?
Why do some people in the South still refer to the Civil War as the War of Northern Aggression? And why do some people still seem pissed off that the South lost? I, for one, am pretty damn glad it got its ass kicked in that regard.
Why the FUCK won’t it get warm, man? DAMN!
What will my daughters be into? God, I hope it’s not hockey. Hockey practices are way too fuckin’ early in the morning.
How are we going to make sure our girls get involved in stuff without scheduling every waking moment of their lives?
What if God really IS one of us? I mean - is there anyone who doesn’t think that we’d lock up anyone who started spouting off that he was God? Maybe I’m God. Maybe you are. I’m pretty sure Helen Mirren is, because I worship her.