This is the new Mars Edit 2.1 client. I’m taking it for a spin with the thought that I might seek to use it for my Rails blog fallenrogue.com. Although, I haven’t really been talking about Rails lately. anyway, test test test.
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I’m into the mini-blog services now and the big blog just seems silly considering my main blog over at fallenrogue.com so if you want the silly drivel…
http://fallenrogue.tumblr.com/
http://twitter.com/fallenrogue
http://fallenrogue.jaiku.com/ (just started this one…)
and for nerd talk
http://www.fallenrogue.com
See you in the funny papers!
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Man, this is a question that I ask myself every second of every day.
Personally, I think it’s because it forces people to recognize the fact that life is not as simple or black and white as they’d like. It’s difficult to appreciate that which you have no context or frame of reference to and respond with bigotry and hate. Given that gays have no discernible hate in their heart for straight people, why then are they hated in return? homophobia is not being afraid of gay people… homophobia is fear of understanding and accepting the truth of homosexuality. There is a huge difference.
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I got a new mighty mouse today and boy does it kick a lot of ass. Not only is it the mighty mouse that I love (I broke mine by cleaning it incorrectly…) but no wires!!! The bluetooth hooked right up and I was up and running mac style in no time. If you’re a mac user running Tiger and you don’t like to hit those function keys to get expose… you might want to take a look! 
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Wow, first VT and now NASA. I feel like I’m taking crazy pills. Why can’t, and I’m serious here, why can’t we all just relax and get along? Seriously.
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My wife has been watching me struggle with my emotions as of late and she’s a trooper that’s for sure. She said something yesterday that really hit home. I was complaining about “corporate speak” the one thing I mastered working at LexisNexis. With all lameasses protecting their own asses and nation building you hear and regurgitate a lot of bullshit. I told my wife that everytime I say something like “Maximize ROI in the YOY incremental for the sales vertical market.” I want to step outside of my body and have my phantom self beat the living tar out of me.
I don’t care about any of that shit, why did it fall out of my mouth.
So, my wife… the smartest person in the world… says: “then keep it real, Leon.”
“What?”
“just keep it real. Say what you’d say to me.”
Now this is an awesome idea on so many levels that I’m surprised I’ve spent this must time carefully fellating every asshat in the corporate world. Let’s take a look at the previous statement kept real:
“Look, man. You said your shit was fucked up. I came in here and worked that shit out. If it doesn’t work then its because you’re a terrible business person. I’m going to play guitar hero.”
Ahh. Sure, that’s a little too far… but just a little. Thanks, honey. I love you.
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“You try and you try and one day you’ll fly away from here…” ~Ben Folds
I often cast a pretty big shadow of doubt over the people around me. It’s not in my nature, it’s just the way I was brought up. I say “brought up” and not “raised” becuase I believe it was my parents’ (all 20 of them) intent to make me “happy”. The problem being that they were never happy and so, though they were smiling at me, they were always miserable in their own lives. It could be some form of chemical thing in them but I’m just betting that they didn’t have it figured out when they thought they did.
I guess what I’m saying is that I’m having trouble finding my happiness. I really hope it’s not wrapped up with my past experiences. I wouldn’t want to dismiss happiness while it was sitting on my face.
I miss everyone and everything.
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There’s a tacky olive green, polyester drape that will never hang the way it once did before we were there. The doorway was small and the halls smell of D.P. Dough, Rogan’s Pizza and weed that’s blown through an old water bottle stuffed with dryer sheets. The sweatpants that she wore yesterday trip me slightly as I try to appear cool walking in to the room that her roommate just ran from to go study with her girl friend. The sent of strawberry body spray and lavender hand soap pressed diliberately across my nose, cheek and chin on her way to close the door behind me.
looking in from two steps into the doorway there were 2 small beds and a window that revealed the lake beyond the trees from so many stories up on campus. To my left, the lesbian training grounds, where a young woman would desperately find herself with other women and to my right, the exact same quest but where the exploration is conducted by a man, a woman and sometimes more than one or the other.
She pressed passed me, into her room, I didn’t hear the door lock when she closed it but I did feel her breasts brush my shoulder blade as she sneaks past me to the seat just past the head of the bed on the right side of the room… her side of the room. She was wearing a sweatshirt that was 2 sizes too large for me and on her, a shoulder peaks out from the neck revealing her cleavage to any interested in looking. Sitting down, her sweat pants reveal a small hole in the bottom, exposing the light pink panties underneath. I try not to take several glances as she lifts her knees to her chest to look me over in my loose jeans and zippered sweat shirt. She says something about the view and I nod bashfully as a come halfway into the room and sit on the tidy lesbian bed… a move that she did not particularly like. I wasn’t being forward and she had other plans than to make small talk.
the hops up from her chair, revealing the holes in her socks as her toes leap out as they flick the old, dirty carpet that the 70 left and never recalled. She moves so quickly. Her arms, stomach, ass, thighs glide quickly as you’d expect a dancer to. The music had just stopped and she was looking to switch out the Indigo Girls with something that would make us more daring. She pulls a CD from her black CD jacket and I don’t see exactly what it is. It’s blank so it’s obviously burned (over 10 hours…) from songs she found on Napster, when the west was still wild. She presses play, turns the music up so that we can’t hear the Spice Girls next door and stands directly across from me, her ass pressed against her bed, mine pressed against her roommates when Dave starts singing…
without a word her eyes change their intent.
“You know right?” she says to me, gently. Her look is vulnerable. She looks as if she’s either going to cry… or laugh… or both. She’s looking into my eyes for an answer; for a response. Dave keeps singing and we both hear it… we hear it for the first time…
She pulls the right sleeve of her giant sweatshirt with her left hand revealing her breasts to me; round with medium sized soft purple areola fully erect in concert with the subzero blizzard carrying on outside her window. I move in to feel the warmth of her body when she stops me with her foot. She leans back on the bed with her foot on my chest and begins to pull her sweats and panties off in a single motion, I do my part to finish the job, placing them on the floor as she swings back up to her feet, past me and to the window. She closes the blinds out of habit because there is no one, save the birds that could possibly watch. She turns back to me, revealing every single curve in her womanly form. I reach for the light and successfully turn it out, because as lovely as she looks under flouresent, she’ll look even better in my hands through lava and moon light.
We pull one another to the bed, slowly, methodically taking turns tasting foreign skin and working towards a sweat that never ends. Our bodies dance in dramatic ways with passion filling the room and one another’s senses. Teasing and teasing, making the dance last a long time. This first time doesn’t happen twice and our bodies know it. Her lips explore the finer parts of a man while my fingers find a new domain in her dirty blonde hair. The sensation is too powerful and I reach for something to help me through the experience when I tear her bookshelf from the wall to the floor as she stops and begins screaming beautiful, dangerous, wonderful commands to me.
Panting, excited with #41 beating in our hearts she plants herself onto her knees and hands atop her bed arching her back and extending the bottom half of her hour glass into the air. She makes no mistake as to what she wants from the man in the room. I enter her over and over again, at her request as she conducts the entire event through a series of sounds… some melodic and others cacophonous. At the peak of our lustful discretion she reaches out to the very same olive green shade of polyester and pulls it down as we crescendo towards the inevitable end. The full moonlight pours in, illuminating our naked, sweat glistened bodies as we fall into one another as drift off into a well deserved sleep.
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It’s not that I’m just an asshole. Now there’s a study that validates me. Sure, everyone who disagrees with me will say it’s biased, I know I would. 
Either way. Enjoy.
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