[79. What Do We Rate?]

Ah Jason, of course you're right, my tongue is hardly ever in my own mouth.

[79. What Do We Rate?]

I agree with you Wibby EleCivil's blog is the best. But now I am concerned that my little ravings about the ratings was seen as serious rather the fun item it was meant to be. Oh well...

[Me and my container]

...Speaking of the lucky man M, maybe he could do a guest post on Camy's Thang?

I misread that the first time, Kapitano, I thought you asked for M to do a guest pose.

[What If I Stumble...]

I'll move up a chair and wait with you Cole. Don't you just love these mystery stories?

[78. Rows in Love]

You are correct Trab, I was trying to be Universal in my descriptions ala Hippie sensitivities. Hippies did not see the necessity to distinguish relationships between genders or even amongst differing, ages (of consent), races, creeds, etc., Indeed Hippies believed that everyone should have an opportunity to express their love for everyone else. Sex whilst being optional was also perceived as a valid and desirable expression of that love. (Please remember I am referring to the true love-peace-flower power, Hippie era which was later to be corrupted by drugs, devastated by HIV, and demoralised by Capitalist motivations.)

[78. Rows in Love]

Thanks Jason.Relationships are difficult to define as nearly all of them have many different facets.The old idea of two lovers being unified as a single entity was questioned during the 60s and it became popular to think of lovers as two trees growing alongside each other, with their branches and roots becoming entangled in a loving embrace that lasted for as long as they lived.In this way they would help protect each other from the storms of life; they would nurture each other when feeling unwell; encourage each other to be whatever they could, and together would raise their young saplings, whether of their bodies, minds or spirits, under the shelter of their branching canopies. Many Hippies did indeed compose such vows of love to recite to each other, under trees in parks and forests, while they wore garlands of flowers, seeking only the blessings of their friends and families.And all you need is Love.

[What If I Stumble...]

Well Jason, as much as I don't like to give advice, I think you might take Mark aside and ask him to speak to the young nerdy gay boy, to quietly and discreetly let him know that he (Mark) has heard that the boss ( that's you, not the owner) is already spoken for, and is supposed to have a very jealous partner. This will have the effect of letting Mark know you don't want the cute nerd, get the gay nerd to quieten down, and more importantly let Mark know you trust him to carry out this task with all the skills of an international diplomat. As a side benefit it also reinforces your authority in the restaurant in relation to both Mark and the lad. After all it would then be necessary for Mark to be seen to carry out his duties without raising suspicion that he is your "jealous partner."Mind you, this kind of thing will only have a chance of success if both you and Mark feel it is appropriate. Trust each other and you won't stumble. It might also be worthwhile waiting to see what other people here, think on the above plan.

[Rowing not rowing.]

I suspect the couples who don't occasionally tell each other to go fuck themselves are the ones who secretly plan to kill each other.You know how constantly being on your best behavior makes you build up resentment? So you wind up hating the person you're being nice to all the time? Yeah. Been there and done that.Of course, there are those couples who genuinely never argue. They're the ones who never communicate. I'm sure there's some flashy fiction in there.

... and you know what they say about make-up kissing!

It smudges the make-up?

That seems to be an interesting and probably an accurate analysis of relationship tensions. I haven't really worried about the make-up smudging or bothered with making up since my partner and I have agreed it is so messy. (Yeah, Right. Like that would stop us.) I was going to post a further response, but thought I shouldn't hijack Camy's Blog for my own dissertation, so please see entry #78 in my blog for my thoughts on Rows in Love.

[77. Warranties and phonecalls]

I have to confess that in the interests of keeping the blog entry to a reasonable length, I did not describe each and every level of communication (or lack thereof) that actually took place. I did get disconnected from Sam at one stage and when I dialed back in, I was told they did not know anyone called Sam. The Nokia 6120 phone is a reasonably simple phone with a confusing and frustrating interface that requires the super-intelligence of a 12 year old to be able to actually operate it. I suspect the 6120 is Nokia's service to mankind because you don't actually have to dial out to another phone to become infuriated; just try pressing "any button for frustration -thank you, and have nice day" seems to be built into the phone. The printer is an Epsom colour laser which I need for the business. Inkjets just won't provide what we need.I had been using inkjets upto a year ago, but all the modern ones are unsatisfactory for our purposes.I could write reams on how to manipulate Canon inkjets to provide ultra-cheap printing. Unfortunately Canon have now joined the other manufacturers in blocking the use of generic inks at a level suitable for small business use. Trab's idea (above) is about the best for the home user.

[75. Heinz Gay Foods]

We don't really expect the rest of the planet to understand the basis for Aussie-sexual sentence construction. It is a very advanced form of communication, usually employing at the very minimum, a tongue (or something similar) in cheek approach. Of course, confusion does sometimes arise as to whose tongue (or something similar) is in whose cheek/s, but the message is eventually delivered, usually with much satisfaction for all.

[Stoopid bird.]

As I don't use any blight,By day or night,What excuse,Can I Use,To explain my shite?

[Odometer +1]

Cole I didn't claim I needed a reason, just that it was easy to find one at the age of 22.As you get older it is sometimes easier to not go looking for a reason, but even then, there seems to be an abundance of cute reasons walking around for us to fall over, or under.

[Odometer +1]

EleCivil,I can't begin to tell you how much fun 22 is.22 is the age of sexual reason. You can find a reason for having sex anyway and everywhere. Well I did.Happy Birthday

[The convenience of storage]

My bf's stuff does that.

[Weird Night]

I have always found love weird...and wonderful. Jason, you deserve a Lifetime Achievement Award.

[The convenience of storage]

If it is any help Camy, I have two rooms full of the dreaded 'stuff' (I have to climb over it to get through the doors.Also a huge shed of even more worthless 'stuff.' So if you run out of 'stuff' let me know and I will ship a container full or two to you.I wouldn't want you to go without the right stuff.

[The inevitability of change.]

I think it took me awhile to realise that the Net was a place like anywhere else we humans gather; full of risk and chance.The risk for disappointment is as great as the chance for an affectionate and meaningful relationship.While both may not have the same physicality as occurs is the real world, they are nevertheless tangible and equally capable of effecting us emotionally. Investing in a chance for friendship is usually worth the price, even when it hurts. Glad to hear you are writing.

[June or Something Like That]

Oh Joyous daySuper-Jason is not going away.And onto his Blog We can continue to log,Making us all happy and gay.

[hey]

Your blog is not boring. Hearing about people falling in love is never boring. Sigh Congratulations.

[friday...]

Like Wibby I am pleased to see you sharing your opinions with us. And yes I agree with him too, that dividing your post with a few paragraphs would help make it more readable.

[Moved]

So THAT'S why I saw all those little buttery footprints the last time I visited your b/f!C

Of course he refuses to lick the butter of his feet.He gets me to do that.At least it works. He hasn't left me.

[Moved]

DesDownUnder's moving the cat guide: 1 Smear butter on their feet. They will sit down and lick it off their tootsies. This will give them time to forget they are stressed and allow them to adjust to their new abode. If you are lucky they will ask you to stay.2. Do not allow them to see the night sky for a month. Cats navigate by the position of the stars. If they haven't seen them for awhile they stay where they are. (No I don't remember where I read that, I must have been indoors at the time, but if I can remember it, it must be true. )3. Give them lots of attention, hugs and talk to them. Tell them you love them.

[no title]

which candidates do you think is smarter: Barack Obama or Hillary Clinton?

At the moment I'm tending to the think it's the one that loses.

[Brokenhearted pt. 3: A Brief and Triumphant Conclusion]

I am so pleased you have to do the homework. I'm ecstatic for you.

[Moving]

I should have sold off the old b/fs instead of dumping them then?