As I begin putting this post together, I have Queen performing this song in the background:

Seems appropriate, no?

Originally, I had intended to write one of my “Stranded’s Awesome” posts…but it went off the rails.  Had this idea for one that was completely tongue in cheek and would name sites like Facebook, Twitter and OhIThink as my favourite porn sites…perhaps not so tongue in cheek as there are a few women on those sites that I would really enjoy to…um…

So, this is Thursday.  I expect that in the order of days of the week, Thursday is third worst behind Monday and Tuesday…with a name like “humpday”, Wednesday is definitely ahead of Thursday.

More important than this debate, however…I really don’t have any favourite porn sites.

I mean, there is my friend Camille’s, but…and when I call Ms. Crimson a friend, it is more that I imagine she tolerates me with a lot of WTF Spockian eyebrow raises whenever I Tweet at her.  I imagine those sensual words, such as “What the fuck does he want now?” escaping her lips.

Her site, however, is different.  I recall how, in the 80s, porn required things like plot…and mood lighting…and line memorization.  Camille’s work, along with her guy Mike Flirt, have brought some romance back to an industry that…due to the point and click generation (my nice way of addressing ADHD) has porn down to five minute video clips.

One might argue that the porn industry has found a similar niche to music…there is some really popular work done within 3-5 minutes…the outstanding quality of those that put on a show for 20 minutes or more is usually lost on all but the hardcore fans.

*giggle*  I said “hardcore”.

In fact…speaking of five minutes or less, perhaps I should invite the brave to hear my favourite song of those good Canadian boys, the Barenaked Ladies…well, next to their theme tune for The Big Bang Theory, this is my fav…

Four seconds is less than five minutes…a helluva lot less.

On a related note, I love the word “helluva”.  Always feels like a mix of the words “hell”, “love” and “vulva”.

Another question…what happens when your boat wrecks in the stream of consciousness?

Keep yourself alive…keep yourself alive…oh, shit…sorry…new tune.

I love this pic…the one directly left of these lines.  I have always wondered about her shirt…and what is under it…

…and would she rub my face in the dirt…

Okay, so tonight I am going more with stream of Kokanee Beer as opposed to stream of consciousness…thanks for playing along, though…and watch the road.

 

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