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My appointment, as it turned out, wasn't until this afternoon. I did have to go back down for a bit. I set my alarm from 9:30 but was up well before that, maybe 8:00-8:30. Enough time, maybe, to get a shower in, air dry, and get the trash out? Maybe. Still... sitting here, but thinking on it all.
Rammstein is definitely a man's group. Whatever else, they seem to hit, and hint at, what is in a man's mind. From the fantasies to realities of women as we see them, to the lighter shades of our dark side, to just resembling the animals that we are, as in this gritty vid. I know, getting up, and living my life, in my mancave, I understand this. When I go to do something, I understand it won't be what I thought, I sometimes overdo some things, and even then I often fail. *rip* Love me some Rammstein in the morning.
Never mind, I need to get going. I do have a few things to do before I even begin doing the thing that I really need to do.
But, this last sleep cycle? Dreams? Aye. A sweet one. My favorite of the Blade Runner ladies, or for now, this time. Rachael vies for this spot. Pris is fine, I do like her... imaginative mind, gymnastics, and all. But she, or the type she plays, is for another sort. Or at least, compared to the time I watched the movie, then understood. Odd how what we were alters what we like, even should our tastes and moods about such change. Like a time capsule, some things become locked into 'what was'. In the movie, she was a killer too. She was intelligent and capable, but not as risk taking as I at the time, even so. Now? She would be too much of a risk taker, as a partner. I need the tame, a Pris. But I can't change the ideals and realities then, or otherwise alter my notions of then, now. Strange. Not so much fantasy dreams of sex. Sex is fine, but being with, around, and flirty with sexy... Ah... Therein lies most of my sexuality. The foundations and majority of such. That is what I dreamed. A touch, a whisper, a glance, even a scratch! But then a forgiveness.
Later.
Good, you're up. I was coming to rattle on your door.
ReplyDeleteWhile I probably wouldn't put on Rammstein to clean the house, I do truly appreciate the satire within their lyrics .. At least from the little that I've heard.
This one here .. "I don't need a woman, I just need Vaseline."
.. Basically, I don't need anything but gasoline.
Great visuals in the video. Love the grit. The tear at the end? Priceless..
But this is just my opinion as a wee very middle aged biddy.
I don't need to look up a translation to understand the lyrics.
Speaking of women, got something up at TMR. Since you haven't got Facebook, there was a photo set I wanted to share elsewhere.
ReplyDeleteYaay me! Planning to go have Stephanie and Anna make me hurt some this evening (Aerial Conditioning class).
foam,
ReplyDeleteOh, dem dirty boys are always a gas, even when they sing about it, sort of.
As to your opinions? Every bit as good as mine on most topics. I simply wouldn't ask, or accept, advice on killing or dealing with harsh circumstances. Civil and social affairs, the notions of romance if not specifics in many cases save from a woman's side and more within a measure that I won't explain, and some other minor things, your opinion is at least mine, maybe more. You've had children, for heaven's sake. You've been a wife for a good while. You have wisdom I can't even touch. Pshah.
Do you honestly think, even with my understandings, that my wife wouldn't have veto power, mostly? Neither I, nor God, are draconian monsters. I just saw that He had wisdom, and gave it to us, and many choose to ignore it. I won't, especially since I saw that ignoring it... was how I got around ignoring Him, and how I rationalized abandoning women. As equals, why not? I knew better, but wanted... to travel. Women don't travel, or wait, well.
And yep, I thought you spoke German well. I used to, and I thought at least well enough to be plainly understood and without putting my English foot in my German mouth. Been too long though. How did you keep up? Keeping in contact with folk back there?
Desert Cat,
Yeah, Facebook, Twitter, none of it. Just can't go there. Seems too... social. JOINER! :p Okay, I'll get over and look. Always, always, curious.
Stephanie, Anna? (Known two Ann types meself, but our practices were a bit different, I think?) Aerial conditioning? Are you planning on rings, or bars, or... are you going over some tops?
I'm still quite pleased with your changes? I still don't think you are a new man, just an awake one. Unlike most who walk that path you have chosen. I honestly think your way has always been there, hidden, buried, but... it's you, not an act.
Ach, this diet. I was too anemic to attend tonight. I will go tomorrow to the Circus Jam, but the thought of a painful workout while weak from lack of food overcame my intent.
ReplyDeleteThe two main items they use in the class is the silks and the lyra (suspended hoop), plus floor exercises.
I grew up in Germany. I'm fluent.
ReplyDeleteVeto power? What? Oh, I get it. But I wasn't thinking in terms of the music as far as a wife and you..
Oh, that reminds me... This Friday while driving around W-S, we drove by a performance center.. Their headline?
http://i-need-a-wife.com
I usually don't think blog or fb when out with my family .. But that made me think of you.
ps: it's just a link to a Wagnerian Opera, the Flying Dutchman
Desert Cat,
ReplyDeleteEat, lad. 'Tis better to get in shape, so as to do other things, than to spare the food! Just my opinion, but... you aren't a lass! Muscle, boy, and that requires fuel. But, yeah, I'll shut it, grumble later.
foam,
Raised, eh? So, really, you are literally multilingual natively, sort of? Too cool. Jealous.
Uhrm? I'm not sure I need/want a wife, in some ways. I feel called to it? There is something... about women. It isn't, or just, or just about sex. It's... it's... I don't know. But I want to be there. I always have. It's a calling. Not just from women? God too? Dunno.
I'm literally bilingual .. :-)
ReplyDeleteBi, multi... pick your poison. :p
ReplyDeleteBut don't you need to keep in practice? How do you do it?
I talk to my aunties on the phone. I read books in German.
ReplyDeleteI'm fb friends with my german god daughter and some other old buddies..
Ja, und so weiter und so fort ..
I thought you were a mil-brat? Aunties? Oh, and something else that comes through is that Euro usage of things... like aunties.
ReplyDeleteNot picking on you, but sometimes it really comes through. Europeans just think differently. I must assume you figured that out, at some point, after living in the states for a while? Must have thought we were batty, until you figured the language out... then figured out we are batty, but so is everybody? :p The mirror can hurt the most in that moment.
Long story ..
ReplyDeleteI also have a dual citizenship.
My dad was from mississippi though. I am 50 percent deep south .. I didn't have to figure out the language beyond that not everybody speaks like folks from mississippi.
While I don't think it's true, I keep trying to add a German accent to a deeply Southern one... That would be like... what... peanut butter and goulash? Hey, don't knock it until you've tried it? :p
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