Pentagon's Sex Bomb

I thought this was an amusing article from the New Scientist. Perhaps Brokeback Mountain is a result of this research?

Pentagon reveals rejected chemical weapons

• 15 January 2005

THE Pentagon considered developing a host of non-lethal chemical weapons that would disrupt discipline and morale among enemy troops, newly declassified documents reveal.

Most bizarre among the plans was one for the development of an "aphrodisiac" chemical weapon that would make enemy soldiers sexually irresistible to each other. Provoking widespread homosexual behaviour among troops would cause a "distasteful but completely non-lethal" blow to morale, the proposal says.

Other ideas included chemical weapons that attract swarms of enraged wasps or angry rats to troop positions, making them uninhabitable. Another was to develop a chemical that caused "severe and lasting halitosis", making it easy to identify guerrillas trying to blend in with civilians. There was also the idea of making troops' skin unbearably sensitive to sunlight.

The proposals, from the US Air Force Wright Laboratory in Dayton, Ohio, date from 1994. The lab sought Pentagon funding for research into what it called "harassing, annoying and 'bad guy'-identifying chemicals". The plans have been posted online by the Sunshine Project, an organisation that exposes research into chemical and biological weapons.

Spokesman Edward Hammond says it was not known if the proposed $7.5 million, six-year research plan was ever pursued.

Happier New Year...

Here is to a Happier New Year than the last one.
I think we all need a change for the better...boooy!!!

A slightly older bit of poetry

Tie Domi is My Co-Pilot

Once upon a time there were warriors.
Soft warriors, hard bones.
There was honor in fisticuffs.
It all came to that moment,
A decision to clench the fist,
To rear back,
Potential energy to kinetic energy,
Center of gravity shifting,
A fulcrum,
A banging of thin skin and flesh covered knuckles,
Making contact with cheekbone,
Then the collapsing cartilage of the nose.
Blood isn't apparent at first because it arrives at the temperature of the body.
It is startling when blood cools--
It is no longer of the body,
It is only evidence of what leaves the body.
Sometimes the collision of flesh and bone is a necessary evil.
Sometimes it is a thing of beauty that you can't even sing a pretty song about.

RJS
031104

Perhaps the Greatest Picture Of All Time!!!

One more for the holidays...

BE SAFE OUT THERE...

Cheryl and me

The lovely Cheryl and me

Ho ho holidays!

Merry Xmas, everyone!

Gigantic

Gigantic

It is the time of the giants.
The body glacial tremor hot
Buckles.
Heads scrape across the upper atmosphere--burning up like giant meteors.
It is the time of the giants.
The grand monuments move sprightly on little cat feet
Unheard, unseen, unreliable.
The skyline remains unchanged,
Doesn’t it?
The giants sway and sigh
And moan great pained moans.
They look upon the landscape, fallen redwood-tall.
They cross their arms in mock disapproval
And weep like--not like willows--but like the office ficus,
Next to the office copier that spits out memo after memo on white bond paper,
Whose potting soil is littered with half-smoked cigarettes,
Secretly smoked
During unnecessary trips to the fax machine (everyone knows no one uses the fax machine anymore)
And, “God,” you pray, “let someone grope me today, just so I can feel human contact of fingers against body and body against body,”
“Just cords of wood stacked by the fireplace--please throw me on the fire just so I can feel warm again…”

It is the time of the giants,
The clock barrels forward,
Mowing down blades of grass, grand canyon tall,
Where even the smallest man wears cowboy boots and twenty-gallon hats.
It is the time of the giants
And they have swatted down planes and swallowed the moon.
They’ve shot rockets from their nostrils--rockets that have traveled to the far ends of the universe
That have sent back postcards from the bang you felt inside…
The interior of you--an expanding spiral arm galaxy--a gut-shot--a gun blast gaping wound
Gaseous, violent, ulcerous--acid reflux massive--super gigantic…

It is the time of the giants and I fit inside the small of your mouth.

RJS
122005

fuckability test

Going Slow You scored 72% fuckability!

Well you got around the middle. Not extremely awesome but not extremely shitty either. Which I guess I can't complain about. Turns out you're pretty average and this WAS a hard test. We could probably do what the picture is doing :)

My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people your age and gender: You scored higher than 93% on fuckability

Link: The Should I Fuck You Test written by vegas_sex on Ok Cupid, home of the 32-Type Dating Test

personality test

The Pool Boy Random Gentle Sex Dreamer (RGSDm) Friendly and eager. You are The Pool Boy. A teen at heart, you anxiously move about your daily tasks, hoping, praying for a good, instant lay. You're carefree, enthusiastic, and rarely discouraged. Love is cool, but it's not for you right now. You know what is? Crotches. You're a fun person in both big and small groups, and your friends trust and love you. Inside you, meanwhile, your lust is only growing. Imagine your beating heart sprouting pubic hair. Exactly. Try shaving that. Your exact opposite: The False Messiah Deliberate Brutal Love Master If you're not scoring enough--which you aren't--you should adopt new strategies. Lower your standards. Be aggressive. Pool Boys are often submissive and hope (desperately) sex will find them. Realize that passiveness will not hook the horny girls you desire. A bolder approach and sheer repetition will. When browsing OkCupid, consider both The Dirty Little Secret and The Playstation. ALWAYS AVOID: The Battleaxe, The Priss Link: The 32-Type Dating Test by OkCupid - Free Online Dating. My profile name: Roughland

Pretty doggy!

He just needs some lovin'...

What are you lookin' at, honky!?

RIP Richard Pryor

Like bubble wrap...

Friends from way back when...

I just got a call from an old high school friend. I know many of you who might read this blog are not that far removed from high school, but I tried very hard to bury my high school associations very quickly. I managed to make them go away almost as soon as I walked across the stage in my sexy polyester cap and gown. Not that I didn't enjoy myself on many levels, but the petty, catty, moronic drama stopped being interesting and I ran to college hoping that most of my high school years were in my rear view mirror.
So I get this phone call. It's a person who was a friend from way back in 8th grade and we ended up having a falling out in high school--mostly for the petty shit that I hated. She calls and I have nothing really to say. I have no real questions for her. Just the usual, oh, marriage? Kids? Work? It's so not interesting. It's not like she went on to be a ninja or worked in a whore house or drowned her 24 children in a kiddie pool. I'm not saying one can't have an ordinary life, but other than distant history, I'm not that interested really. So did you really let so and so feel you up after the football game against Franklin? I just don't care. I know that sounds mean, but let's cut to the chase.
But see, the clincher is--as we're having a discussion about keeping in touch with school friends--she tells me that she just recently cut off ties with her college friends...because they were "back-stabbers." This is a term I have not heard or used since the 11th grade. I don't need to go back there. I can imagine the dialogue now--"that bitch looked at my boyfriend" "he's so cute, I'm going to ask him to Homocoming" "I will pour gasoline down that bitches throat and set her on fire!" etc.etc.etc.
Aaarghhhh!!!
On the plus side, she did wake me up. Oh, that's not really a plus.
Oh and, dear high school friend, if you happen to read this, it's not about you. It's about someone else you hated in high school. You know which skanky bitch I'm talking about...

These are the places I'm supposed to live...

SLOAI

Hello Piggy!

I wonder if she realizes that's probably not her child...

Ain't Life Grand???

Boy, it only gets worse...