"...a picture of two fucking cows how lame is that..."
Not sure what you were doing in Cornwall but the cows in the picture I saw were not engaged in this activity.
"I mean Reg you tried to make an attempt to sex up the board by posting a picture of you and your sexy girlfriend (well at least you think she's hot and that's what matters)..."
I'd say you're correct here Mick and being that this is the second post that mentioned my wife in the last couple weeks it worked to some extent. Funny part is that photo I posted is cut in half...I mangaged in my bungling with it to chop off the bottom half thus depriving you lads of the full experiance...or the big picture as it were. The only reason it made it onto the board is because Dan The Man salvaged what was left of it and put it up there. Which reminds me, I read or heard something somewhere...at 36 I think my mind is already slipping a bit...about how computer programmers are/will be the high priests of our times/future. It seemed to make some sense at the time. Might have been Gibson or Burroughs who wrote/said it...or perhaps someone inspired by them.
"...but as regards Cass I just think that the women on the board need to forget about politics and do what they do best...so come on gals get your kit off for the lads..."
Ah yes, women. What they do best. I say that really opens the door to quite a bit now doesn't it? We should probably have more discussions about women as they are far more interesting...and unpredictable...than politicians and politics. The political discussions all pretty much lead to the same place now don't they? We're always going to have the side that's disgusted with Bush and his boys and we're always going to have the side that thinks the side that's disgusted is disgusting. We can pretty much change the names as we debate this stuff...Bush, Reagan, Ford, Nixon, Clinton, Carter, Johnson, Kennedy...will it go round in circles. And you always end up feeling like you need a shower there's so much mudslinging. Sure they lie, they keep secrets. All this struggle, it's devious calamity, visions of ruling the world...it's just a manifestation of our helplessness in the face of the female.
Women are much more mysterious and intriguing. As, you've pointed out here Mick, these women of the Baerwald board have got you curious. Who are these Kathryns, Kellys, Andreas, Cassandras that join this bizarre boys club we call the Baerwald board. Buford is a guy that obviously needs an education...or perhaps he's beyond help. I'm all for it Mick. Thing is I think women prefer to remain mysterious. So, a blatant and obvious attempt to smoke them out almost always is destined to fail miserably. I think you need to employ your skills as the ultimate hunter of shape-shifting lizards to cautiously draw them out. Even Kent himself would not argue that there is no greater mystery or enigma that has stymied MAN-kind as that of our opposite gender.
We invented marriage so that we might create the illusion of possessing that which cannot be possessed. We have created this fantasy and struggle beneath it's duress always hoping to achieve control...to have the upper hand. What fools are we. The political talk is just a distraction really to take our minds off what truly haunts us. How these women can expose us for the frauds we really are. We really don't need the Bufords of the world helping to make us appear any more the fool, now do we.
To quote a friend, "Gay men. They're the ones who've got it all figured out. Look how fucking happy they all are! That's because they gave up on trying to solve this mystery that we've named a female!" He did, of course, shout this out in a crowded bar and once the moment of shock had passed from this outburst the patrons stood and applauded. Everyone loves a hero.
But we can't turn our back on it that easy now can we Mick. So many of us are doomed to chase our tales till the soil reclaims us. I had my first girlfriend at 4 years old. A little blonde cutie that used to take me behind the tree in the park where our parents took us to play to teach me to kiss. She was only 4 at the time too. How advanced they are compared to us mere mortals. After all the years of abusing my brain cells I still remember what she said that first time behind the tree. "You touch your lips to mine and that's called a kiss." There was no way to know as a four year old boy how doomed I was.
Later in elementary school there was Heather, who took me behind the blackboard during class to teach the same lesson. Ha! I thought at this point I had the upper hand, I had already taken this course, I thought, and passed with flying colors. But damn it, I was wrong of course, they always know more. She would later pass me off to Patty, and her to Sue, and then Lisa. I was a little blonde haired, blue eyed boy with a big bullseye painted on my back. And so it goes. I've not been without a girlfriend or woman in my life since I was that precious age of 4. It's no wonder Mr. Baerwald once refered to me as the "romantic" around here. I had no chance though, you can see that right? Beautiful female after beautiful female just used me and passed me on to the next. There could be worse ways to go through life I expect.
It brings to mind the final words that William Burroughs committed to paper before his death.
"Love. What is it? Most natural painkiller what there is. Love" -William Burroughs
Of course Burroughs was a homosexual junkie that murdered his wife in some shithole in Mexico City. So, take that with a grain of salt I guess.
Reg
