Serene Saturday

Enjoying a nice Saturday of relaxation after a week of gardening, transplanting and minor landscaping. Young bucks with fuzzy nubs on their foreheads wandered through this morning and inspired this springtime post.

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Bamboo Screen

The weather has improved quite a bit today and should be nice until the weekend begins, so some outdoor landscaping needs to take place in a hurry.

New neighbors require a natural privacy screen and the local bamboo provides it quite well. We have a veritable forest of it in the back yard and much needs to be moved. I didn’t want to get rid of it and neither did my hubster so we’re moving it to the fence-line between our property and the one next door.

It was nice to not have neighbors but now some fat slobs and their aged, 3-legged dog are moving in. They look to be the type to have grandchildren of the “special needs variety” and who needs to see walking abortions of that sort? I certainly don’t.

Bamboo screens are an eye-saver. The “green screen” will go up first.

The black bamboo will be added soon. The combination will be spectacular.

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Titanic Tuesday

Every warrior-woman needs a good bodyguard. Or two. Or, even three. The truly fortunate find five.

I have three. That’s a good enough number.

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5 On Friday: Timely Tunes

One of the best things about music is that you can always find some tunes for the times from any era.

Growing up listening to public radio was one way amongst many that my musical horizons expanded to the infinite.

Talking about music with others is so limiting. I’d rather play what I enjoy. If you like it as well, great.

If you don’t like it, then that’s fine too. IDGAF.

Enjoy these five select songs to get the weekend started off right on this fine Friday.

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Toasty Tuesday

The warm weather which began over the weekend continues! Sunshine and clear skies through to Friday, then the rain returns on Saturday.

Birds of all kinds have been visibly active; the deer have been foraging, and coyotes serenade the waxing moon with high-pitched yips and yaps.

I love the sights and sounds here on the beach much better than the constant drone of city noise and the glare of light pollution.

We live on ‘Beach Time.’ No rush and no fuss.

Less stress is best.

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Saturday Anime

Saturday night anime on Cartoon Network’s [adult swim] has been an enjoyable weekend staple of mine for over ten years now. The lineup changes regularly, yet still manages to give me some shows that I like.

Currently, that lineup consists of DragonBall Z: Super, DragonBall Z: Kai, and Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure. Attack on Titan is supposed to have a new season, according to my guild-mates who are in the know, but when it will air is anyone’s guess. Sword Art Online was another recent favourite, but it may have suffered the same fate as the now-defunct Deadman Wonderland.

Things come and go. That’s how life is, yes?

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Not Bad

I usually don’t get the latest bit of technology that comes out. I’m not trying to keep up with everyone in any rat race. “FOMO” is not something that I experience, so most sales pitches fall flat.

For instance, I only upgraded my computer because it needed to be done, and was only happy when the compatible parts I specified were installed. The powerhouse will run quite well for a while; I might upgrade the processor and graphics card in the next year or so, but that’s all that will need to be done. Same thing with the audio receiver. I’m only shopping for a new one because the old one died, and that one ran well for many years.

It will be time to upgrade my phone soon. I like the look and specifications of the S9+. The cell-phone provider might give me a nice deal on one since my account is in excellent standing. We’ll see what their offers are.

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Fixated Fetishists

I’ve been to med school. I started out with biology and then moved into psychology. The reasons why I don’t have a practice are talked about in my autobiography.

Abnormal psychology was an interesting study, especially when it delved into psychosexual fetishes. Running my own dungeon allowed me to study those on an up-close, personal level.

The fixations that some have ranged from tame to ludicrous to outright bizarre. One of the stranger fixations has to do with hair colour. I’ve noticed people being obsessive about that for most of my life.

“Gentlemen prefer blondes.” “Blondes have more fun.” “Brunettes are sexy and smart.” “Beware of the raven-haired.” “Don’t be so bold with yer dark hair and yer proud ways!” Many such sayings attach hair colour to personality.

I’ve dyed my hair in the past, but never a hue that looked unnatural. I would look silly as a blonde, for example, unless it was that platinum-silvery hue unique to Ororo. A well-made and well-styled wig would be sufficient in that regard, if I ever did an X-Men themed cosplay.

My personal preference has always been for dark-haired men. Only dated one blonde guy, and he was a piece of work. I’ve dated more baldies than blondies, if I think about it. Some red-haired guys look great, but only after the age of 21 or so.

That being said, people who obsess over such shallow nonsense are beyond boring. There’s far more to a person than the length or colour of their hair, especially since both can be faked. Anything and everything about one’s appearance can be altered.

The only thing those types of people can’t change is how ugly they really are underneath the dye, Botox, injections and implants. Then again, the people they attract aren’t concerned with real people with real personalities.

A fetish is merely an object, after all.

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Comparison Shopping

It’s been quite a while since I last bought audio equipment. The brands I used to favour are difficult to find, now that people rank inferior quality high and shove their opinions about same down your throat at every opportunity.

This is why I don’t do Craigslist, eBay, Etsy, or anything else sold solely online and by subjective opinion.

We all know the old saying about opinions, no matter the variant of the saying.

In light of that, I’m pretty sure that my opinion matters to you as much as yours matters to me.

Which is: not at all. There’s no sense in lying about it. Stop doing it already.

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