Well, here comes Johnny Yen againWith liquor and drugsAnd a flesh machineHe's gonna do another strip tease

(I still shake my head and laugh that Royal Caribbean Cruise Line chose that song for their advertising campaign. Did they listen to the words? Maybe... and maybe that cruise line offers very special evening entertainment...)
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For no real reason, other than that I really like this picture:


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I was watching a show called "Avalanche Dogs," and they displayed a graphic that said a dog's sense of smell is "50,000 times stronger than a human's."

While I have no reason to doubt the accuracy of this statement, I do wonder why dogs insist on jamming their noses right in each other's asses when they meet. Technically, shouldn't they be able to smell each other's asses at 50 paces?

Is the bouquet so sophisticated and so complex that I simply cannot comprehend the broad spectrum of pure, olfactory joy produced by dog ass with my mere human nose?

Nevertheless, when I walk into a room with only 1/50,000th of a dog's sense of smell, I can tell right away if someone dropped ass. I'm no dog, but if there was Taco Bell involved, I usually can tell that, too.

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My friend, "Quagmire," just quit his job and started a blog. If you like this one, you'll probably like his, too. He's very funny. And, no, if you email me and ask me who he is, I won't tell you... so don't bother. If you already know him, you'll figure it out quickly. If you don't, well why do you want to know?

Although, he is the kind of guy who would probably actually enjoy an internet stalker.

Here is the link:
http://www.oldoctoxic.blogspot.com/


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We're doing another big hike tomorrow, so I will have some more wilderness & wildlife pictures for you all.
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We are also going to Costco in the next couple days, which I will be sure to document and photograph for you. I have never been in a Costco, but I have been in a Sam's Club, and I am told they are similar. Inside Sam's Club, I have seen all manner of wildlife, often feeding, and I have frequently wished I had a camera. (I guess I could have picked one up there, but who needs twelve digital cameras, packaged in a 24"x36" indestructible plastic package?)

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Negotiations continue for a photojournalistic documentation of the contrasting yoga "styles" exhibited by India and me.

Something may be forthcoming.
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Here's me, shredding the shit out of the sledding hill at the Girl Scout House at age 8:


That's, like, three feet of air.

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I've recently submitted applications at all the local brothels for the position of "Madam." Really, I'm just looking for some experience before I open my own place, but I didn't put that on the application.

I also sent a slew of cover letters and resumes to various companies seeking employment as "Artist-In-Residence," "Poet-Laureate" and "Freelance Shepherd."

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Peace out. I'm all coffee'd up, and it's time to stop typing and start livin'.