Tuesday, January 1, 2008

So come for the danger, stay for the strange/But I'm never going to give it away/You'll never clean my dirty mind

Happy New Year! It's hard to believe it's 2008 already. As my co-worker asked this morning, where's my flying car, where's my jet pack, where's my vidphone? (OK, well, I asked about the vidphone. He pointed out that webcams sort of fill that hole.) Besides disappointment that what was the future is pretty much exactly the same as the past, it just seems crazy fast that it's already 2008. It seems like the insanity over Y2K was just a few months ago. In other words, time flies.

I had to work today, this morning, in fact. Time passed quickly because we talked about sex just about constantly. It's currently my favorite subject. And activity. To paraphrase Homer Simpson, it's the cause and the solution to all life's problems. And way more fun than beer.

Oh, and speaking of sex, if you've become enamored of Alex O'Loughlin, you must rent The Oyster Farmer, if for nothing else than a rather extended and quite naturalistic sex scene. You know how much I love this man, right? Even I had to look away, it was so intimate. Of course, that didn't stop me from watching it again. And making Steve watch it.


Allison said...

I don't think I'm ever entering your store again! You're making me blush!
Happy New Year!

Cat Pick said...

No one ever knows what we're talking about on the other side of the counter, I swear!