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A quote by Oscar de la Hoya brought on full-fledged tears. WTF.

I have never ever had a wet dream.

Neither have I. Just really dirty ones. I jerk off too much to release in my sleep.

I don't even do that all that often. Sometimes I go for more than a week. Not many guys I know can claim anything close to the same.

Goddamit, this is a conversation about crying, not J/O.

haha Sorry.

Sobbing triggered by the Muppets?
What, this doesn't happen to you? The only thing that allows me to listen to that album in the company of other people is the sequencing. Mercifully, a tearjerker is followed by a funny most of the time. But I've been known to burst into tears randomly throughout the whole album.

I thought/believed Muppets were real for a surprisingly long time. They were like Germany or Japan -- I knew Germany and Japan existed, but I had never been there. Likewise, Muppets existed; I had just never seen one in person. But eventually I would, if I were in Muppet Country.

Can't stop here, this is Muppet Country.

I don't have sexy dreams, either, and a friend did once point out that you have to be repressed in some way for that kind of thing to break out in yr sleeping mind. And so.

I have sexy dreams, but not even in the height of teenaged hormone floods did I have an actual nocturnal emission.

i don't remember my dreams but i would hope if they were good ones i would remember.

i would like to dream about muppets tonight. not a sad muppet dream nor a sexy muppet dream, something like going grocery shopping with grover or having beers with dr. teeth or watching football with rolf. just doing something normal only with a muppet.

I work with a guy who is 39 who says he has them a couple times a week even at his age.

Wet dreams seem like kind of a hassle, what with all the mess.

Amanda, I tried to download the Muppets album, but the link went to a page that said "delete this file?"

Wet dreams only happen if you're not having regular wa(n)king emissions. I think I've had ONE.

Also I cried last night after getting a backrub.

I am living anecdotal evidence to counter the claim that sexy dreams result from insufficient waking sex/masturbating.

Lucky!

I don't think anybody has made that claim. I have plenty of sexy dreams, they just never result in semen emanating from my penis.

*peep*

John is wrong according to what I know of the matter. 39 y.o. guy gets it regularly. Another guy (24, with a gf) has them a lot too.

And I am living proof of the opposite as well--holding off does not result in them either. But yeh, you can get off on a regular basis and still have nocturnal emissions.

So are wet dreams a function of physiology (too much semen), in which case there is no female analog? Or is it psychological, so that women have "wet dreams" if they orgasm in their sleep?

Wait. I don't want to talk about this on the internet. I have a paper to finish. Goodbye forever.

"paper to finish"

i find your use of the double entendre particularly distasteful this early in the morning. repent, sinner.

something like going grocery shopping with grover or having beers with dr. teeth or watching football with rolf. just doing something normal only with a muppet.
That's what it's like in Muppet Country. You do normal things, only Muppets are there doing them with you. Sometimes a chicken flies through the air.

i want to move to muppet country.

in my head i'm singing neil young's "sugar mountain" but replacing those words with "muppet country". still works.

hahaha

Wait, now I need to hear that song to get it OUT OF MY HEAD

with the barkers and the colored balloons!

It's so noisy at the fair, but all your friends are there.
Just close your eyes and make believe, and you can be anywhere.

I just read a really interesting series of articles about this photograph:

http://img.slate.com/media/1/123125/123050/2133481/2148159/060912_CB_911pic.jpg

links to articles?

I didn't want to link to it right away because I wanted to see what your first reaction to the photo is.

First reaction: still kinda surreal that 9/11 was such a beautiful day.

Second reaction: if you can't tell that's Williamsburg from the angle, you can tell from the hipsters.

It looks like it could have been photoshopped.

It did not occur to me that they were sitting there not caring about what had happened, because THAT WOULD NOT BE POSSIBLE.

Yeah, I was going to suggest that the photo was altered, anyway.

It's sort of fascinating, though, how much we rely on body language in a photo like this: if it only consisted of the two women on the right, there's no way anyone would've accused the onlookers of callousness, because they look watchful, alert. It's the fact that the one woman in the center is casually leaning back and the dude on the right is facing away from Manhattan that gives the potential impression of the whole party being all "la-dee-da" -- despite the fact that she's positioned like that to look at him and he's positioned like that to look at everyone else, and presumably when they're not talking to one another (i.e., many moments not captured in this photo), they're casting their eyes across the river.

My biggest problem is that the bike appears to be floating.

Ummm... http://fflaneur.livejournal.com/29595.html

holy shit. glad he's okay.

WOW

do not get shot ez k thnx

chalk up livejournal to sites blocked at work. what's up?

It's EZ's live journal:

So I almost got shot last night. I was standing in a bus shelter at the corner of Fulton and Damen around 9:30. I heard a little pop no louder than a firecracker from a passing car, and the middle of the three plexiglass panels at the back of the shelter shattered in a fraction of a second.

Here's the rest:

My first thought was whether the car - red, something like a Jeep Cherokee - would come back around. Second thought was whether to get off of Damen (no cabs or anything nearby), but Fulton is nothing but loading docks and chainlink fences, nowhere to go really.

After five or 10 minutes a cab finally came by. The meter in the cab wasn't working, the driver starts doing all different kinds of math, figuring out rates at a quarter-mile and how many blocks I wanted to go, and I didn't want to listen anymore, just got out on Damen a block or two north of North and gave him a ten. Tried calling two of my oldest and closest friends, Geoff and Sarah G., who were on the phone with each other so didn't pick up until I called back a few times. Geoff and I went to the Beat Kitchen, and I had a big plate of gumbo and a glass of Makers Mark and ice. There was what looked like a company holiday party going on in the back room, with a stage full of people singing some big finale. In the front bar, surf and Chet Atkins versions of Christmas songs. Closing up the tab, the bartender said my eyes looked normal again.

The good thing is this. On the way home, I was thinking about if the bullet had hit me, and thinking about if that had been the end. And I felt good about choices I had made and what I had done yesterday, last week, all this year, and more (something I don't always feel day by day). For one, I had just been auditioning actors - I'm directing this obscure, tough-to-get-a-handle-on short play - and had a great time working with the actors on solving the play, and it was an engaging productive fun time. After auditioning 50 actors for my play and others, the casting director herself offered to read the scene, and she did great work and got the part. A good moment, and a good story. And that's why I was down near Damen and Fulton to begin with - so if I'd gone, it would've been while on the job doing what I love.

Thought about a lot of good conversations and good times over the past day, month, year; thought about the good work done; felt good about the life I've lead, and glad still to be here.

i would've taken getting shot last night.

And of course it happened on the west side where there are no cabs!

See? It's not just about yuppified convenience. It's about life or death!