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At the worse possible moment EVER, the thunderstorm caused a blackout. Bye bye wireless router.

SHIT SHIT SHIT SHIT!

I've found the route I'll take for my daily lunchtime walk. I just came back from it, and it's going to be doable.

Basically, I leave the office (corner of Stanley & StCath) and walk along St-Cath up to McGill College. Turn towards McGIll, walk up the Roddick Gates, and cut across campus until I reach corner of Pine and University. Turn left on Pine and walk all the way up to McIntyre Medical (Peel & Pine), then it's straight down Peel all the way to Maisonneuve, and then back to the office.

It's about equal amounts of flat, uphill and downhill. Enough to degrease the old system anyway :)

Wish me luck! (and thanks for all your support)

The Grand List of Overused Science Fiction Clich

http://enphilistor.users4.50megs.com/cliche.htm

NEW YORK – It's not about sex. It's all about the touchy-feely experience of snuggling up to perfect strangers wearing pajamas. The grab fests are called cuddle parties, and since they started in New York in February, hundreds of people have paid $30 each to touch and embrace others in intimate gatherings.

Everyone needs to be cuddled, especially in lonely New York, say creators Reid Mihalko and Marcia Baczynski who say it's a good way to meet new and interesting people. But the rules are clear. The PJs stay on the whole time and participants are reminded of Rule No. 7: “No dry humping!”

In case things get too steamy, a small chime is kept on hand. Before the cuddling begins, the chime is struck several times so everyone gets the message. “We've never used it,” said Mihalko, who said sexual arousal does occur, and that participants shouldn't be turned off or scared by erections. “They happen.”

The idea for cuddle parties loosely came about after Mihalko, a 14-year masseur, began giving massages to other masseurs who never got the chance to receive them.

Signs that people need to be touched were brought home one day when Mihalko said he noticed a woman bawling from the emotional release that a massage provided her at an outdoor stand in midtown Manhattan.

“It started out as a joke,” said Baczynski. “Now we talk about cuddling all the time. It's just been amazing.” Curiosity is a big driver for people who attend cuddle parties, and it is a better way to meet people than going to a bar, getting drunk and spending the night with someone just because of the need for some affection, she said. A cuddle party is really about communication and not therapy, say the organizers.

Before any touching begins, participants gather in a circle to hear the rules and voice any questions or concerns. The first rule is that the event is not clothing optional, pajamas must stay on and sex is not permitted.

Participants team up into pairs and to ensure the boundaries of what is permissible are clear, they practice saying “no” to the question, “May I kiss you?”

An introduction to cuddling ensues, first by hugging three people. People then get in a circle on their hands and knees, rub shoulders and moo like cows. After a bit of swaying, everyone falls to their side, which puts them into an easy cuddling position.

[Rc's note: MOO?]

Cuddle parties are intended for people who are emotionally sound. People in therapy or who are seeing a mental health professional are asked to consult their doctor before signing up for a party and to tell organizers of their situation.

satisfactoraly.

That is all.

Ever tried to carry an IM conversation when your client keeps logging you out every other sentence? How about with one where you never receive every other line your chat buddy is writing?

This day has been the suck.

and keeps logging me out.

grrrrrr.

There are 4 boxes to use in the defense of liberty: soap, ballot, jury, ammo. Use in that order.

I am getting old.

I woke up this afternoon (yes, afternoon, seeing as I went to bed at 4) all fucked up, mentally and physically. Mostly physically. Last night was… mokay. Had some very fun moments (with cute blonde), a rather weird moment (when cute blonde remembered me from the last time I was there – in january!), and lots of laughs. emjayne was on fire last night, with comments about 80s retro whores in fishnet, full-body jerk-offs and giving prospective club patrons her professional opinion :) I'd have stayed a bit longer at the club, but the others weren't having as good a time as I was, and I didn't mind leaving with the gang to go and meet up with friends of MJ. Sadly, I didn't get ashre79 a lap dance. I think she was weirded out by the whole experience :(

That's where the evening kinda went downhill, IMHO. We got to a little dive of a bar with way too loud music and not enough breathing room. Now I know I'm an old fogey when I realize that my “scene” is the upstairs of a quiet irish pub… eh. MJs friends were a no-show, so we went for food and then headed home. I had a friend fry that did not go over well with my stomach – and I've been kinda burping it ever since. Which brings me to the decisions.

My body is a mess. I just turned 29 and, if I continue on this course, I will not make 30. My cardio is shot, my blood pressure is high, and my stress levels are through the roof. I need to take care of what I eat, in smaller portions. I need to exercise. That last one will be a BITCH!

So… sigh. Starting on monday, I will cut back on the portions that I eat. No more pop. No more salty, fatty snack foods. I will renew my YMCA membership. I need to get my body back in shape… The fact that I'm stressed over the fact that I'm out of shape is making me physically ill. Isn't that a bitch.