Why am I dumb?  It was silly, the whole not sleeping thing.  I didn’t even really try.

On the plus side, I got another large chunk of the new outline done.  I’m sure after I’ve slept I can get close to completing tomorrow.  I’m not sure I’ll be any use today.  Another bright side, in addition to getting some good writing out, I also caught up on Glee–go me!

On the one hand, this person “likes” rjpsindle.com, which I can understand. Part of Facebook is networking with people who like the same things as you. On the other hand, this person “likes” The worst feeling ever is feeling like you’ll just keep trying and always losing.

What! No, you do not like that! NO one likes that!

Oh, look, another person “likes” rjspindle.com! But wait, they also “like” I’m sorry, I forgot you only notice my existence when you need something.

Once again, you clearly do not like this about anyone…so why bother going through the trouble of pressing a button that says you do “like” it? Is it because people are too lazy to bother writing their own likes and dislikes so they just have to join thousands of other people “liking” their same dislikes, only horribly misspelled and mistyped?

To quote a memorable college professor in a high pitched, squeaky voice, “Facebook. You make me SO SAD!”

When we’ve graduated and suddenly become bogged down with a cornucopia of responsibilities, snow is the greatest pain in the ass in the world.  We have to shovel it, push it off our cars, and drive through it.  On the weekend, it’s the reason we can’t go out and do whatever we had planned (although, I suppose that would be a good thing depending on the plans).  During the week, it’s just another obstacle on the way to work in the morning or on the way home in the evening.  Now, if there is too much snow to get to work, we have to use precious personal or vacation time to stay safely at home, away from the maniacs on the highway who don’t understand the concept of driving slowly in inclement weather.

The past few days the weather people have been freaking out about gobs of snow, snow like we’ve never seen, snow that will end life as we know it!  When we first found out, we all groaned.  Great, we thought, I’m going to have to get up extra early to get to work and my boss probably won’t let me leave early so I’ll be home just in time to turn around and go back to work.  Fabulous. But, as the chance for snow seemed more and more unlikely, the groans and grumbles got louder…because now we WANTED a day off from work.  We were promised a storm, we want a STORM!  Maybe we don’t want to get into a snowball fight or sled down snow banks, but we want the chance to sit inside with hot cocoa and read a book or play a game.  Take a break from responsibility.

Well, we didn’t get that break.  The winter still has a ways to go, though.  Maybe we’ll have our chance to be kids again before the warm and wonderful weather moves in for yet another cycle.  If only they gave us a “nice weather day.”  When these books take off, I’m taking many!

I really don’t have anything to say, but I wanted to stop in and say, “Hello!” Hope all is well with everyone

Most of us have heard at least one Andrews song in our lifetimes.  I’d even venture to say 90% of those songs are from The Sound of Music or Mary Poppins.  It is my opinion there is nothing Andrews’ voice can’t cure–especially choosing from these sources.  I was thinking about writing this post when my sister posted this video on Facebook, thus reinforcing my point:

The way the people react at seeing these dancers just coming out and doing their thing … there is such diversity–and just joy.  My day was made when I saw this video.  It’s evidence that the spirit of Andrews and her music is still strong in the mind of the world!

Taking a leaf from the Jedi Warrior’s Handbook, the military should play THIS at all the “bad guys” of the world!  Soften them up, lighten their hearts, and just plain get along.

*sigh*  I realize I’m dreaming big here, but “wouldn’t it be loverly?”  Take a moment and dream it with me.  Start singing your favorite Julie Andrews song, and do something nice for someone today.  It can even be from her other material!  There are TONS of GREAT songs in Victor/Victoria and Thoroughly Modern Millie and My Fair Lady and … *goes on ad nauseum*

*EDIT*

Alright, I found something else (of course).  If all the above videos have not made you happy, then perhaps this one may.  This features another one of my favorite actors from childhood, Gene Kelly.  Thanks, Mom!

The subject of the post, female breasts and male testicles (as opposed to male breasts and female testicles … eww).  I completely support the female breasts!  I agree with everything he had to say about them, which I find isn’t too uncommon among gay men.

No, what I had a problem with was how he treated the topic of testicles–balls, from here on out.  Brooks had next to nothing good to say about them.  Accused them of being ugly hairy masses that bring tears to the eye and a bad taste to the pallet.  I completely disagree–and for NON-SEXUAL reasons.

A Brief (Selective) History of Balls in Art

I’m not the only one in history to think that the male form–all parts included–is beautiful.  The Greeks were MAJOR supporters of balls!  Research shows (this link is a PDF) that everything was meticulously carved into proportions in Greek sculpture–including the size and position of the balls.

The only “injustice” the Greeks may have done to balls was make the right one bigger than the left one in many cases, which isn’t the case in reality.  The Greeks also believed male sperm came from the right ball, and female sperm the left, so that could explain it.

Balls in a Beautiful Bouquet

The Greeks are at it again here, but this time it’s in words.  The Greek word for balls is orchis, and if you don’t recognize the cognate this word has in English, then look at the picture below for a clue!

Aren’t they beautiful? I thought so too, and so did the horticulturist who named them.  Before people finally settled on calling them orchids, this exotic flower was often called “bollocks stones,” “dogs stones,” and other similar variations.  Bollocks, as we know, is the British English term for balls, and we’ve all called them “stones” at least once in our lifetimes.

Why? You ask.  Even I have thought the petals cast images in the mind of FEMALE genitalia, not male!  Well, the roots look strikingly like a set of furry balls.  I think that’s the dog’s bollocks!

Lord of the Balls

The last way I can show how balls are beautiful, and are praised all around us, is taking you into religion.  Oh yes, that dark and sometimes dreary subject has something to say about them–you bet–and it’s not bad either.  Well, depending on how you look at it.

Have you ever folded your hands in prayer like this?  With steeple hands, not your fingers interlaced.  Do you know why we pray this way?  Historian Dr. Rex Curry thinks he has the answer!

It’s a Jewish practice linked with Yarek Oaths.  Yarek Oaths are seen all over the Christian Bible, especially in Genesis.  In these oaths, the one doing the swearing puts his hand on the “inner thigh” of the person they’re swearing to.  Jacob’s oath to his father, Abraham, is a Yarek Oath (Gen 47:29).

Dr. Curry has found, with his research, that “inner thigh” may have been a Hebrew euphemism for balls.  They did this, because it was a way of acknowledging their circumcision–which was the symbol of the Covenant the Hebrew people made with God.

It is from these Yarek Oaths that the tradition of folding hands to pray came about.  In doing so, the Hebrews may have believed they were acknowledging God’s circumcision, and his Covenant with THEM.  So just think about it, every time you pray with steepled hands, you’re cupping the Lord’s balls!

In Conclusion

I think I’ve made it clear how great balls are.  For those of you, like Brooks–and even Rhiannon–who still think their just ugly, I implore you to give them another chance.  They’re everywhere, sensitive, and need to be handled with care.

Think about it; they gave you life.  I’m not saying you have to like them, but they deserve as much praise as breasts.  Balls are great.  They can be fun to play with–you should try it sometime … whether your own set, or the set of a consenting adults’ (as long as you are a consenting adult as well, haha).  You never know, you might find you actually like them!

For those of you who don’t know what I’m referencing, you’ve got to catch up on some Eddie Izzard!

So, I installed Windows 7 on my desktop recently, and did a silly thing.  I forgot to backup my bookmarks on Firefox before doing so.  See, told you I was a genius!

Naturally, I’ve not been to many of the sites I use to check how much traffic I’m getting, nor have I been pinging my site.  Okay, so I wasn’t ever convinced the pinging did anything but get my site out there, but I missed it.

Tonight, after work, I decided I was going to google how to get to my site statistics.  I did that, and my answer was in the first link.  It only took me six weeks to come up with that answer, but hey, I’m a genius.  These things take time.  My habit of digression is a bit taxing tonight.  Over-exhaustion, mayhaps.  Although, I feel not a lick of fatigue.

What I really meant to talk about, before we got caught up in my nifty prologue here, was how much traffic the site is starting to get!  I was pleased, in November, to see it break a thousand unique visitors.  Then we broke it again in December two weeks before the end of the month, and a few days before I installed the new operating system.

I just checked the stats for the site.  We made over 1500 unique visitors for December, and have almost surpassed that already for January.  More people are coming to the site.  This excites me in many ways, and it makes me want to start hearing from more of you.

If you’re a regular visitor–or even if this is your first time to my happy corner of the internet–please, leave a comment.  It can be anything.  Maybe an idea for an article you’d like to read, as long as it’s something I CAN write, I’ll do it up for ye.  Words of encouragement always help too.  I keep telling Rhiannon, “I need your excitement to egg me on!  If you don’t tell me what you like, I can’t give you more of it.”

This website is my stress outlet, my creative white-board, and, sometimes, my notebook.  I’ve found a lot of use in it; it has helped me in this journey in many ways, and will continue to do so, I imagine.  Let me know how I can make this website more useful to you.  Or more entertaining.  Whatever works.