Flirting with Change

My parents are trying to get rid of me. They want me to go far away. Probably because I haven't given them grandkids. My baby brother took his way down south, Big Fish keeps his brood around the corner, but apparently I'm just taking up space.

Or maybe they want an outpost up north too.

It started when my dad sent me a job listing for a position in San Francisco. He knows how much I've always wanted to live there, and the job is right up my alley. It's for a great company, too.

C-dub would love for me to live up there with her. Rumor has it that a certain man might be returning to the area too. So I'd have a little tribe ready-made. A really good, sexy tribe in one of the best cities in the world. Who doesn't want that?

But I feel like I just got my sea legs on the job I already have. I've been in the new position for a mere 8 months. But I'm good at it. My employees like me, my boss adores me. And I just had the opportunity to draft plans for a new infrastructure. Little ol' me is helping redirect the future of my company. I like that, both the responsibility and the accolades.

I'm not sure I'm ready to give that up.

Though I suppose it couldn't hurt to dust off the résumé, right?

I Have a Type

And he's a big, strong man in a dark suit, hiding a Glock.

I truly love flirting. I can't not do it. Even when I try not to! That sounds ridiculous, I know. But if a man can carry on an intelligent and witty conversation with me, it brings out the trademark smile. And you know where that gets me...

Especially with men with guns. There's something so irresistibly carnal about an armed man. Maybe because that's what I need: to feel protected.

And that's what we get whenever a judge is around. We didn't play with my feds today, but the state cops were just as good. The eye candy we have on security detail is almost too much, like it's straight out of a movie. Can I tell you how adorable the rookie from SF was today? And so very sweet, despite the task at hand. They're so official with their ear pieces, talking into their sleeves like a huge covert operation is going on. It's not like everyone didn't know the Supreme Court was in town today.

But then he had to leave us for San Francisco again. (I can already hear C-dub admonishing me to come visit.) Well, he does have 2 motorcycles. And I've been wanting lessons...

New Reads Around the Neighborhood

It's been a difficult month here in California. First, wildfires that ate up everything in sight, and generally fucked up any plans to breathe. This sucked. But things are getting worse: next up, a possible writers' strike.

While this might not seem important to people who don't watch tv, it's actually worse than a dive in the entertainment quotient. See, most writers are unhappy people to begin with. So if they aren't going to be working for a few months, you can guarantee that there will be more incidents of road rage and less places to sit at the local coffee shop. Where the writers will hang out until kingdom come. With lattes and bad attitudes. It will make getting coffee and/or driving less fun and a lot more dangerous.

What to do? Instead of fretting about professional writers not getting their proper fees, lets all turn our attention to some people who will give it to you for free. To stave off the depression of more reality tv, check out these new additions to the harem:

Attractive, Single, Mentally Stable: Choose 2
The title says it all. Though now that this citizen of the world is threatening to marry a character known only as D, that leaves attractive and mentally stable for the choosing. She appears to love drinking too, so you know that immediately endeared her to us here at Exxy HQ.

Cigar Smoking, Beer Drinking Lawyer and Starving Trial Lawyer
Two obviously legal-based blogs, I found these relatively recently through Anonymous Lawyer. Given who I have to deal with for a living, these guys help me get into the mind of what I would otherwise categorize as arrogant nincompoops. I hate attorneys less after I read these.

Fear & Loathing in Absentia
Written by Neil who is witty and rarely satisfied, but leaves comments for me so he is well-liked around these pink parts. I imagine him as part modern-day Beatnik, part frustrated Einstein. I've never met the man, so there is no way I could confirm this persona, but I'm happy to encourage it.

Lightning Bug's Butt
Truly riotously hysterical writing. There is little that can be said about this blog that would do it justice. The archives date back nearly 3 years, and there's little we at Exoterica like more than a willingness to keep churning it out.

Mumble, Mumble, Mumble
She's back, finally. A dear friend of your humble GPG, C-dub returns to the blogging world. She's newly married but remains one of my favorite camera whores. We like her lots.

And that should keep us all busy for a while.

Photoblogging Friday 6.29.07

Today is a very special day. This evening, my one-time partner in crime and always willing whore, C-dub is getting married. To a very nice man, which is always a bonus.

In honor of this monumentous event, here's a picture C-dub and I worked on 2 years ago. It's an homage to another really psycho chick, Courtney Love.

"Who's crazy?"

Congratulations, honey. It's probably a good thing I'm not there tonight to get drunk and let slip all those stories! But I do wish you a life of love and happiness with your wonderful husband.

Yay!!