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*Whew.* Last chance to get something done in the 1900's.
I sent out a talking New Years card to the wise folks on the prehensile-gram mailing list. What? You missed it? The card is here.
Fruit of the Loom filed for Bankruptcy.
My favorite 20th Century round-up poll is the The 100 Worst Ideas.
This is a total Limbo week. Everything should be closed. We should be meditating and thinking about the year past and year to come.
Speaking of years past, this was my New Year's essay that appeared in {Fray} last year.
Finshed up my personal Year in Review.
Plus added 2 short wrds on cockybastard.com.
New Tale on the way. In the meantime, check out my "Goals for the New Year" from 97 and 98. Including "Stop masturbating in public."
The microscopic terrorists who have turned this city into a sea of mucus-producing flu-heads has finally caught up with me.
I wish Christmas would just drop all is Christian roots. I hate that I can’t say, “Merry Christmas!” without potentially offending a non-Christian.
A neat picture of me hugging kaya in Jan's 12 Days of Halcyon's Xmas.
Merry X-mas!
So The licence plate decision is between HLCYON1 (102 votes) and 404EROR (96 votes). Tough choice.
Usually it's just my genitals that are Elf-like.
So I've been working on this for too long. Its a showcase for Flash animations. You can see the Tale of the Week in the showcase.
Santa is more like me than I knew.
I worked on something all day and it's not working. *sigh* Well at least it's 3 weeks late. *double sigh.*
And another thing...with the Y2K doom so close...shouldn't sexual morality be disintegrating? Shouldn't orgies be breaking out at the water cooler and at bus stops? Not that I *want* to have an orgy with the folks at the bus stop...but still.
The Tale of the Week is some Flashed X-mas fun:
And if I haven't mentioned it before, my family has an ODD X-mas eve tradition.
Last year it involved anal probes.
I made a XY2K Flyer for a New Years after-hours party.
Apparently Deej gave Bliss this Halcyon Beefcake Card.
I also made a new index graphic (Which may look familiar to CollegeClub members who get my CC update)
When I started growing my hair in High School, people called me, Chaka.
We had sensitivity training yesterday. So now I have to stop calling everybody, "Sweetcheeks."
Well, unless someone starts working here who's name is actually "Sweetcheeks."
I wish I could explain what went on in the cam chat room last night. But if you were there, thanks for spreading the love.
I ordered a digital camcorder from the Globe 12 days ago. I called them and they said it hadn't shipped yet. I am *not* pleased.
This morning I spilled coffee all over the front of my white shirt...*sigh*
Need to do last minute shopping? Fine. Just don't do it at eToys.
I walked to work at 7:30 am, worked all day then walked home at 1 in the morning. My eye is twitching and my back hurts...but there is something empowering about squeezing that much out of a day. Of course, now I must sleep.
If you ever want to practice your phone sex, leave me a free voicemail at my CollegeClub account.
I wonder why I enjoyed these minipoppin micro graphics so much? Maybe 'cause they make my genitals look larger in comparison.
Matt made a donation to Amnesty International in my name. What a cool gift. Thank you. (Of course, if Santa is reading this, porn is still at the top of my list.)
"Halcyon Days - The 7 days before and the 7 days after the Winter Solstice are calm and tranquil. They are named Halcyon Days for the mythical halcyon bird who was thought to calm the winds and the waves during these days."
I've been getting some HILARIOUS images in my Inbox. People are taking photos of me and doing wacky/disturbed/perverted things to them. I'm trying to get them all collected into a Tale. So If you've made one can you (re) send it to me? Or if your Photoshop finger is getting trigger-happy, make one now!
New hilarity went up at chickenhead.com. The Geriatric Erotica is, "a collection of books so naughty - they're bound in leather!"
I answered a few questions and this snazzy tool told me that Ralph Nader's presidential platform best matched my views. (It sure beats sorting through the propaganda.)
Oh my. Monday already? The Tale of the Week is a look back at an old Xmas Tale. I s'pose it's time to start donning gay apparel.
My work mail server is having "issues." I'm sorry about the "undeilverable mail" errors you may have gotten. Despite the pessimistic sound of those bounce-back messages, I am getting your mail.
They don't let me have sharp knives or shoelaces, yet they let me on the SXSW Advisory Board. Weird Wired World.
There is a subtle brilliance in this page of the day:
I'm used as an example of acceptable long hair.
Brandy recommended this 'great christmas present for the guy who has everything...but a big dick.'
I had fun busting beats with rahzel's 5th element.
What better way to spread holiday cheer than to send a Halcyon E-Card.
I've been sent this exhibition picture at least a dozen times. I guess that means I have to share.
Prehensile Tales is listed in a poll asking "Which site gives you most hope for the future?" My answer? They all do. (But I voted for prehensile)
Our new downtown offices are a 10 minute walk from my apartment so I've been hoofing it to work every day. It is a neat way to start the morning: Walking into the city on my own two legs...just a savage natural man amongst the sprawling urban concrete.
Prehensile turns 3 years old today. Wow. That’s a lot of Tales of the Week. That also means it’s been over a year since I’ve redesigned PT. Soooo lazy.
You can still see the old looks of Prehensile.com in the 2 year review from last year.
And thank you Jan, for the beautiful card.
Looking to buy me a X-mas gift?I'd loooove a Rectal Dilator .
The Tale of the Week is a letter I wrote months ago. It was a reply to Venus on riotgrrl.com. It's posted now, so I share with you.
Cassie gave me a traditional Chanukah gift: She superimposed my face into a porn scene. I wonder if Santa will get me something that cool? (adults only)
So I added a search feature recently. Maybe I should take it down. There were 57 searches last week. Here are the top five searches:
I went to Joshua Tree yesterday with Kaya. What a magical place that is. Of course I took some pictures.
Can't beat a headline like, "Phone sex op gets money for masturbation injury."
Happy Hannukah!
Plus a Hannukah-inspired wrds in cockybastard.
If you liked the PromPimp picture, you'll get a kick out of this. It gives new meaning to the phrase, "Pass the Beer Nuts." (No underaged kids, I promise)
Well, lookie there...CockyBastard.com turns 2 years old today. Coochie-Coo!
Why does Exstacy make you feel so good, but look so stupid? (thanks cruel.com)
Our work e-mail was down yesterday. I freaked. I checked my AOL and CollegeClub accounts every 2 minutes. I actually talked face-to-face with people in my office. It was like being deaf and blind --the other, non-digital senses became hightened.
But I'm back and as plugged-in as ever.
Joe Cartoon has a new Holiday treat up. As far as sick bastards go, he's da man.
Today is World AIDS Day.
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