A voice from my past life.
I just read that the man I once worked for has gone missing.
Kinda disturbing, I had not thought about him in years.
A voice from my past life.
Back from Boston.
Welcome to Boston, what we are about to do is technically against the law
Safe in Boston
As if you needed another reason to come directly to see us upon entering the Boston Fetish Flea this weekend
Frank Miller's 300 will be show on IMAX in Seattle.
The beauty is in the details
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There was this girl at the gym the other day. A fine, fine girl dressed in tight red workout togs and sporting some lovely ink on her shoulders. Now normally I try to make it a point to not ogle at random women when I work out, but this girl.. oh this girl was something else. A tight wife-beater style tee revealed shoulders covered in ink, short boyish hair and glasses completed the look. Oh and did I mention that she was doing this yoga/ caporeia thing in front of me? Yeah, with the bending and twisting and generally displaying the amazing form that was her backside.
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Today when I came into the Abbey guess what met me in my office. A left over cup of coffee. A simple thing really I leave half finished coffee at my desk all the time, save for the fact that said coffee was frozen solid inside the cup!
The quotable Monk
Oh for the love of Christ! In the 15+ years that I have called Seattle home I have never seen this much snowfall in one night. I understand that my neck of the woods got the worst of it, but damn!
And so the push for the 7K miracle is still on. With any luck, Griffin and I will kick out another 2000 feet today. Upping the total to 4K in three days. Funny, next week is Griffin’s 2 year anniversary working for me. For those of you who don’t know, Griffin was my very first employee, less an employee and more a partner in crime really. He once did a guest blog about his first day working for me, you can read it here. A great deal has changed in those 2 years, back then we were certain that the authorities would burst in at any moment and cart us both off to jail for what we were doing. These days we are more worried about OSHA bursting in and demanding that we wear better shoes. To celebrate this momentous occasion, we are discussing a number of ideas. While my current favorite involves us both drinking a great deal of tequila and getting matching tattoos (I think I am beginning to have a bit of a tattoo fetish forming) we do have one very cool idea up our sleeves that you will probably enjoy, but more on that later.
A 7K Miracle
So lets change topics and talk about something new, rope bondage. What’s that you say? I always talk about rope bondage? Well yes, but rather than talk about me tormenting others with rope let us turn our attention to the Monk getting tormented with rope. Namely cbt (that would be “cock and ball torture” for those of you following along at home)
From the "Gawd I love this job" files
This morning I sent Matisse (aka Dancer) an email titled, “ouch my brain hurts…”