Nothing.

"Fuck".
Glad I got that out of my system.
It is nice to be able to say what the hell I want.

I find that most people swear, so I don't see what the big deal is, yet, I know I have to use polite language on Youtube and Facebook. I guess the consideration is that people under 18 shouldn't be seeing people swear, though, I learned to swear quite well by the time I was 18. Maybe it is because so many mothers get their panties in a bunch over morals or something, god knows what. It's as if once they become moms that they think they have to become conservative. I don't get it, impossible to understand anyway, so 'fuck it'.

I'm drinking a beer right now. Sounds like the thing to do.

I don't know who will read this. Someone, eventually. Hahahaha.

Anyway, I had a good day today. Coffeeshop time, yoga, more coffee, and then we had our Magic The Gathering session. I came out well again tonight.

My youtube channel is going well, I've spent a lot of time on it in the last couple of days, to try and make it better. Getting there, takes time.
It would be great to actually make money with it. As of this writing, since I am set up with adsense now, I am hoping to make my first penny. I can't wait until it actually registers one (1) cent earned.

I think about my family a lot, same as ever. I'd write about them, but I don't know if they'd like it. I'm wondering if that should be my problem, haha.

I have this 'fat lipped hog' piggy bank hanging from the ceiling in my art studio. I used it in a video the other day. I want to do more with this pig. I have this whole thing about pigs that I am developing as a hobby. Takes time.

Let's see, what to talk about? I've thought about writing about the YMCA a little. It's still a little creepy in the locker room, I see guys checking out to see who is going in and out of the showers. A couple of guys soap themselves up with too much lather, and that looks creepy. Then, given a chance to walk around with a towel with some class and dignity, they run around naked like little boys. I guess that a lot of men are, just grown up boys, but I've seen enough male nudity, it doesn't interest me much. Ugh.

I like women, I like their bodies. I like their spirits. I don't bother them much, I just want women to be happy. Sometimes, I can't help but look at them, some women are just so goddamn beautiful, I can't stand it. But I like all kinds of women. I'm not that picky, if a woman wants to hang out with me.

I'm 42 now, and still good for the go, but women have a different thing going on at 42 than I do, at least from what I can tell. I might as well be with someone five to ten years younger. I would date an older woman, if she was the right gal, and still had a twinkle in her eye. I've been attracted to women in their 40's. As an artist drawing from the figure for twenty years, I've seen it all, but I'm still amazed by the variety of subtle, intriguing differences.

At this point, I'm finding that there are more similarities between men and women than there are differences.

One thing about this blog is the freedom to say that I don't care about 'The Grateful Dead'. I wouldn't dare post that as a Facebook post, because I know several people who are into them. When I hear them, I just don't feel like it is much of anything. Sounds kind of amateur to me, as if nothing special is going on, except a lot of people getting high in the audience. I even saw the actual 60's movie where they got the idea for The Grateful Dead, and it went on for too long, until my head caved in.

I love San Francisco, though, and I am glad I am here. It's gorgeous.


This blog is the only thing I have on the web where I feel completely free at this point, since it is set to 'adult', and I don't have to worry about not offending anyone. I know if someone doesn't want to read this, they don't have to, and they can just play tiddlywinks or something.

I like Charles Bukowski a lot, if that helps. I can relate to him.