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Drunk. Full of beer.

How think do you drunk I am?

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This is what I felt like all day today after nearly finishing off a liter of Crown with my Buddy last night.


Spinning world…

I know I should be “more responsible” on a work night, but I have to prepare my liver for New Orleans.

The Husbear is already packed for our annual pilgrimage to Southern Decadence.

We were originally going to leave Wednesday night after I got off work from the GreatRetailEmpire and start the drive to New Orleans.

The Husbear is getting impatient and now wants to leave a day earlier.

I’m betting when I get off work tomorrow Tuesday] the Husbear will have everything in the car and be ready to leave….

Until next time...
Erik

Almost time for Southern Decadence!

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The Husbear reminded me that there are 18 days until we leave for New Orleans for our annual migration to Southern Decadence.

If you’ve never been and want to see what you’re missing (or if you just like looking at hot men in general), here are photos taken at previous Decadences by friends and myself:
Southern Decadence 2007 (flickr)
Southern Decadence 2006 (flickr)
Southern Decadence 2004 (flickr)
Southern Decadence 2003 (flickr)

We’ll be staying once again with the ever-growing group of bears through Decadent Ducks. (Tell Troy I sent you…)

I’m not one for large crowds, so I will be slightly inebriated the entire duration. You’ll probably find me out by the pool drinking Bloody Mary’s in the morning (around 11AM or so), and then all over Bourbon Street and elsewhere with who knows what else in my hand.

My plan this year is to take LOTS of pictures of hot guys with tattoos. We’ll see how that goes. But I need to buy a new digital camera first. Any suggestions from you photogs out there? I’d like one I can fit in my pocket for ease of carrying around with me, but I know SLRs still take way better pictures. Decisions, decisions….

Is anyone else who happens to read my blog going this year? I would love to meet up with you if you are going to be there!

Until next time...
Erik

My Hard Drives Are Good!

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Hooray! The porn is safe! And so is all the music, my “personal backup” DVD collection and my other documents as well.

Before heading to the tattoo shop this morning, I slaved both of my hard drives into the Husbear’s computer. (I was trying to keep myself preoccupied in an attempt to stop thinking about the hangover I had from a night of drinking.) Both disc drives are totally accessible! All my zeros and ones are exactly where they should be, plus or minus a quantum fluctuation here and there.

Tonight I will tackle getting my email back up and running.

I left the 500GB porn drive slaved in to his computer. I’m sure he wouldn’t like to be without his porn until I can get around to building myself a new computer.

Yes… you read that correctly: I have half a Terabyte of porn. One could call it a hobby. Really I’m just attempting to archive all the great Internet porn before it gets deleted by the Religious not-Right.

Maybe I’ll soon build that home media server to back up all my bits to. And then I can stream porn all around the house!

And in honor of the drives being good, I’ll leave you with this picture…

Until next time...
Erik

.me and Me

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For those of you who didn’t know, the sales for the top level domain opened for “.me”. If you don’t know what a TLD is:

A top-level domain (TLD), sometimes referred to as a top-level domain name (TLDN), is the last part of an Internet domain name; that is, the letters which follow the final dot of any domain name. For example, in the domain name www.example.com, the top-level domain is com (or COM, as domain names are not case-sensitive).

Taken from Wikipedia.

Anyway, sales of the names went on sale today at 10 AM CST. The AlphaForager from the Great Retail Empire and I were waiting for the gates to open. We’re nerds like that. Apparently we’re not the only ones. The registrar sites were as hammered as I was from the previous night of drinking.

I wanted ink.me and tattoo.me for the tattoo shop. Sadly, someone beat me to them. So I settled for ink4.me instead. Great advertising and ease of referral potential… at least in my mind. The “4” can be made to look like a tattoo machine even. (Thanks to the AlphaForager for that idea!)

As with all dorks, we started entering names we thought would be funny .me names, such as bite.me, blow.me, fuck.me, suck.me. You get the idea. How could anyone resist? Great fun! To have probably one of the best Internet addresses of the next decade! Most of those were already sold—no doubt to some porn site owners.

Being the funny man I am, I entered bear4.me. Lo and behold, it was available. So I HAD to have it. Maybe I’ll start another bear social network site. Not. Better still—maybe one of the existing ones would like to buy it from me!

Then the AlphaForager—being his funny, straight self—said I should see if cock4.me was available. Guess what. It was! Being the big ol’ geeky ‘mo that I am, I got it too.

I think I’ll put that one on a shirt and wear it.

(I’ll be pointing those address to my own websites tomorrow when I can add the nameserver entries.)

Until next time...
Erik

My Buddy

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I’d like to introduce you to someone I have referred to a few times here and there: my buddy.


This is pretty much how we act all the time…

Opposite sides of the fence we are on. As he put it: “He talks about cock and I go ‘Ewwwww’. I talk about pussy and he goes ‘Ewwwww’.”

Tragic, isn’t it? … he he he.

On Monday, the buddy and I go out to have a beverage of our favorite kind—alcohol. We belly up to the bar at one of the local restaurants/watering holes (even though we live in a dry country…) and start having a few rounds.

At some point, I lost my memory. Completely. I have been drunk before in the past, but this time only a few beers and this happens? This is new to me. So little alcohol. How is this possible? And I even didn’t finish a beer I had ordered!

I vaguely remember bits and pieces of the ride home. He, being somehow sober, was an awesome buddy and drove me all the way home. And apparently my demons came out on the ride home. After he gets me to the house, I remember absolutely nothing. The husbear says I was in rare form. I even fell down at some point. I’m sure he and the husbear had some good times teasing me.

I’m sure there’s a lesson in here. To me it is this: If you’re going to drink and then not remember anything, make sure you have your buddy with you who will take care of you.

Maybe he’ll make an appearance on here and fill in some of the blanks for everyone… and me!

Thanks buddy! I owe you a few beers….

Until next time...
Erik

Chlorine

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I seem to have mostly gotten over whatever it was that was getting me ill. Still coughing a little here and there, but for the most part I am good to go. I even went drinking with my buddy Thursday night after playing poker for a few hours. We stayed out drinking until about 2:30 in the morning and I was really tired the next day at work. Hell—I may have still been burning alcohol at that point. I think I may have made my body so uninhabitable that the illness fled in horror?

Looks like I have a busy day today at work—a couple of appointments at the tattoo shop and then any walk-ins as well. That should keep me out of trouble for the most part.

In other news: why is this so sexy?

Until next time...
Erik