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Yep! Me & My Prized Male A.I. Sex Robot Are off to the Store!!

Yes! I asked the kind folks over at RealBotix if they could tweek Henry just a little bit and make him look like an older, extremely white guy, straight out of the 1950s — and they said, “Okay!”

He cost a little bit more, but he’s so worth it. He always smiles. And he’s not disgruntled in any way. (Plus, he knows how to drive our convertible, pictured above. Which means that I can spend the whole time worrying about my hair and fucking around with the radio.)

Yes. Life is a dream!!

And, yes — that’s also my way of saying that today, I’m going to drive into town and get groceries. This is not the same town where I would have bought my printer ink, btw, but it’s in the same county — see yesterday’s post if you so choose! Even though I’ve already had the virus and like to think I have those prized antibodies and at least some sort of seasonal immunity to getting it again, I still don’t like to go scurrying hither & yon over in the next county, where, currently, they still have 152 active cases of the virus.

Plus, no one out here in rural America really wears masks anymore. The elderly people do, and then everyone else just consumes massive doses of Vitamin D. 

(And I’m only making a little joke about Vitamin D, gang — it worked for me. That fucking virus held on for 2 months, and then I took 50,000 IUs of Vitamin D3 in the space of 8 days and got over it. So I think that the UK has it right. I’m just saying. The supplements are cheap and you have to really take an indescribable amount before you get dangerous side effects, so go for it this Fall. Especially people of color, since skin pigmentation effects how your skin absorbs Vitamin D strictly from the sun. And, of course, older people and the elderly of all races, because a certain deficiency in Vitamin D seems to come with age. (Moi, included there; I’m still on 3000 IUs daily.) (By the way, my 60th birthday is four weeks from today. This leaves you plenty of time to pick out something nice for my birthday!!) (To give to me, I mean; not to keep for yourself.)

All righty!! New topic.

I wish I could go into more detail about this on the blog, but all I can really say right now is that things with Abstract Absurdity Productions are going indescribably great, gang; just “beyond my wildest dreams” type of great.

Even though I was texted the breakdown of the overall budget for Lita måste gå! (AKA Lita’s Got to Go!) yesterday, after Peitor met with the line producer out in LA; and even though I could probably buy 30 top-of-line male AI sex robots with every singe imaginable bell & whistle for what it’s going to cost to make one 8-minute film (10-minutes, when you include the credit roll and the end piece); the news was still extremely good. I am so excited, gang, and I will keep you posted when I am able to. (And that A-list star that I am absolutely determined to get, gets closer every minute!!)

(And now that I’m actually thinking about it: 30 top-of-the-line “Henry’s” means about 6 male AI sexbots in each room of my house, not counting putting any of them in the bathroom, which would likely be necessary. Man, that would be so creepy.  To have them sitting around the dining room table, and the kitchen table, 3 or 4 of them sitting on my sofa and then one in the side chair, 2 or 3 in each bed, with a few more just standing around, watching the bed. Maybe one or two of them taking a bath or using the “convenience”! Golly. That would probably be the moment that I died from natural causes and every weird tabloid press across the globe would have photos of my “Sex-Crazed Creepy House in Small-Town America”!!)

However, to get back to reality…

Peitor and I still have a ton of paperwork and presentation-type stuff to get in place. And then there’s also that pesky web site I need to get back to, the one that refuses to design and build itself. So there’s still a lot to do. But — man. Talk about sun on the horizon; here it fucking comes — as soon as we get this “new normal” sorted out.

My Sweet Lord — the song that earned George Harrison a lawsuit ...
George Harrison in Heaven right now, likely singing “Hear Comes the Sun.”

Okay, well. I suppose I will close this and make that drive into town. It’s going to rain all day, with thunderstorms throughout. Best to just get out there and get it done.

I hope you have a great Monday underway, wherever you are in the world! Thanks for visiting, gang. I leave you with this really beautiful song that I don’t think I’ve posted here before, but I might have. It is allegedly a Grinderman song (one of Nick Cave’s bands), but I don’t know for sure, because as far as I know, it hasn’t actually been released on any record. But it is on YouTube — several videos, in fact. And all of them say it’s by Grinderman.  (Which is sort of a quasi-alter-ego of Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds.)

Anyway, the song is “Star Charmer.”  I have lyrics, but no copyright date.  But enjoy, gang. And have a terrific day!! I love you guys! See ya.

“Star Charmer”

Like a far flung star
There you are
Littlest than before
As you slip from my fingertips
Left me here on the burning shore

Searched and searched
Ah, you were worth so much
More than you ever thought you were
Everything you believe I still carry with me
Broken down on the burning shore

And it must have felt much easier
To have the stars along your side
And it must have felt much easier
To have the world along your side

A Daddy’s girl
I see you curl
And sleeping on the floor
Maybe you dream a little dream of me
Down here on the burning shore

Yeah, there you are
Attached to a star
Beyond the point of no return
Maybe you ought to spare a thought
For those of us down here who never learn

And it must have felt much easier
To have the world along your side
And it must have felt much easier
To have the stars along your side

© – Nick Cave / Warren Ellis / Martyn Casey / Jim Sclavunos

Just Another Joyful Little Morning in Crazeysburg!

All righty, gang. Things are really looking good over here. Day #2 out of  the psychological morass, sometimes known as “moi.” (And thanks for all your emotional support — I really appreciate it, so much. I do.)

It’s quite freezing outside there in Crazeysburg, but it’s a sunny, sunny morning once again. Birds are still singing. It’s March 1st, and Spring is on its way.

I know it’s uppermost in your  minds, so I want to start off by assuring you that I have managed to choose a suitable breakfast bowl/coffee mug/ juice glass combination to take me through until Easter, without actually purchasing more dishes.

That said, though, we’re not completely out of the woods yet, because, if I find myself in some sort of shopping location where dishes can be perused, I might peruse. We’ll see.

If life proceeds like it usually does, though, I won’t have time to go to any sort of store and shop. I don’t even understand what having that kind of free time even means!

Well, part of that is because I live a million light years away from any sort of “shopping area.” Because I guarantee you, when/if I do find myself in a place that sells dishes — even used dishes or vintage dishes in consignment shops — oh my god. That’s like heaven to me. The world stands still. Time stops.  For instance, antique malls in the Pocono Mountains of Pennsylvania? Holy McMoly!!They have the best stuff.  I’m not going to have an orgasm over it or anything, but if, like, you’re there with me and offer to buy me a bunch of that stuff? Whoa.  We will likely find ourselves in a position where orgasms for everybody are rapidly approaching on the multi-hued horizon.

‘Nuff said!!

(I am, of course, 90% not kidding…)

Okay!! Anyway.

So, a couple weeks ago, I made up this schedule for the Abstract Absurdity Productions web site, and how to best keep us on track if we wanted to launch a basic website with a companion YouTube channel by April 1st.

Luckily, a whole lot of the stuff on that To-Do list was in Peitor’s court!! Yay!! I could sit back and do nothing because I’d made the list!! And that part was (deceptively) easy to do!

However!! He appears to be really good at following schedules and timelines and To-Do lists, because a whole heck of a lot of stuff is now making it’s way into my inbox and on to my desk top and now I have to actually do something with it. Who the fuck has time for this??!!

Man! And who’s brilliant idea was this in the first place??!! It is amazing the amount of work I can create for myself. And truth be told — some of this stuff I asked him to send me — I don’t know how to fucking do this stuff! I only know that we need it.

So I’m sort of winging it, as they say. (He doesn’t read my blog so it’s okay — I can be perfectly candid here among my discreet and loyal readers.) And he is really appreciative.

HIM: “Thanks for taking care of all this stuff, Marilyn. I really appreciate it.”

ME (out loud): “No problem. ”

ME (not so loud): I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.

(That’s not really true. I’ve been working on web sites since 1997 — and DON’T tell me that was long before you were born. However, that doesn’t mean I can figure out how to use all these “user friendly” templates that they have nowadays. It’s amazing how complicated they can now make “simple” stuff.) (And then if you need to click on the “?” button — man, the explanations there are even harder to figure out.)

But anyway. Eventually it all gets done. And we live/laugh/love in the process, right?? All I know is that when Peitor and I are working together, we have so much fun and that matters most to me. (I have had quite a few business partners in the past who were seriously not fun in any way, shape, or form, and so I know just how precious it is to have someone who simply respects me.) (And he has this sort of regal disposition that makes me have to keep my mind out of the gutter for a few hours at a time, and so the whole world benefits!)

And so — onward!

Okay. I’m not gonna tarry here this morning! Have a beautiful Sunday, wherever you are in the world. Thanks for visiting, gang! I leave you with my breakfast-listening music from today — unlikely choice as it may seem for a sunny morning in Crazeysburg! But I fucking LOVE this song!!!!! “No Pussy Blues,” from Grinderman, 2007. (I love this whole album! I like Grinderman 2 — well, I love the songs themselves, but, man, is that album LOUD.  It always makes me jump and then scurry for the volume control.) Anyway. Enjoy, gang!! Have a fun Sunday. I love you guys. See ya!

“No Pussy Blues”

My face is finished, my body’s gone.
And I can’t help but think, standing up here
in all this applause and gazing down
at all the young and the beautiful.
With their questioning eyes.
That I must above all things love myself.
That I must above all things love myself.
That I must above all things love myself.

I saw a girl in the crowd,
I ran over I shouted out,
I asked if I could take her out,
But she said that she didn’t want to.

I changed the sheets on my bed,
I combed the hairs across my head,
I sucked in my gut and still she said
That she just didn’t want to.

I read her Eliot, read her Yeats,
I tried my best to stay up late,
I fixed the hinges on her gate,
But still she just never wanted to.

I bought her a dozen snow-white doves,
I did her dishes in rubber gloves,
I called her Honeybee, I called her Love,
But she just still didn’t want to.
She just never wants to.
Damn!

I sent her every type of flower,
I played her guitar by the hour,
I patted her revolting little chihuahua,
But still she just didn’t want to.

I wrote a song with a hundred lines,
I picked a bunch of dandelions,
I walked her through the trembling pines,
But she just even then didn’t want to.
She just never wants to.

I thought I’d try another tack,
I drank a liter of cognac,
I threw her down upon her back,
But she just laughed and said
that she just didn’t want to.

I thought I’d have another go,
I called her my little ho,
I felt like Marcel Marceau
must feel when she said
that she just never wanted to.
She just didn’t want to.

I got the no pussy blues.
I got the no pussy blues.

I got the no pussy blues.

I got the no pussy blues.
I got the no pussy blues.
I got the no pussy blues.
I got the no pussy blues.

c – 2007 Nick Cave, Warren Ellis, Martyn Casey, James Sclavunos