This story is about something called Radical Honesty

Letting your id out to play now and then is good. Letting your id take over your mouth 24-7? Not so good.

So the average guy (and none too few of the womenfolk) thinks about sex every x number of seconds/minutes. I really do NOT want to have to hear about it from every Tom, Dick, Harry, Jane and Jill.)

And that sums it up - I don’t actually *care* about the random id musings of the majority of folks I have to deal with. (There is a short list of exceptions, and you know who you are.) So why in g-d’s name would I want to subject myself to even more unwanted knowledge about people I’d rather not deal with anyway?

I’ll save my “unfettered honesty” for blog postings. Where others can avoid it if they wish, and where I can avoid theirs (mood depending).

It wasn’t quite hotter than hell today, but the humidity made up for it. Maybe that’s the reason for all the purple and blue shading.

A very large cat - Wow. A cat bigger than Jack. Lots bigger.

Morning Glory spring at Yellowstone - Proof that whenever we find something beautiful, we will also find a way to fuck it up.

The Steampunk Workshop - I (think) I’ve already blogged the modded keyboard shown here, but that was only the beginning. Oh for the time and space to make such pretty things.