the ecosystem of the dzer ...

There have been some pretty deep and intense blogging in the blogosphere (I'm really detesting myself for the frequency with which I use this word) over the past several days, which has translated into some pretty deep and intense comments.

Basically, I'm spent. I've shot my intellectual and emotional load. I held off for as long as I could, but then ended up splooging my thoughts all over the place — hot, gooey ramblings of mind-seed spurting out ...

... wow. what the fuck was that? I think it's my subconcious telling me to finish some of these erotica stories I've been working on.

Speaking of which, if you haven't been to DZEROTICA in a while, you will find some updates there, including a very naughty Santa piece. No, there are NO boundaries I will not cross in my filthy writings. But isn't that what it's all about? Stay tuned for my Easter Bunny Fucks Like A Rabbit story, and, of course, it wouldn't be St. Patrick's Day without Leprechaun porno, hey?

Also ... more stunningly beautiful pics of Guam on DZER's Guam Pics!!

Now that's a burger!
Did you know that Burger King now makes a TRIPLE Whopper with cheese? Oh yes, my friends — you've enjoyed the hearty tastiness of the Whopper; you've somehow managed to finish off the over-indulgence that is the Double Whopper ... but are you ready for the famine-ending gluttony of the Triple Whopper?

I was. But, to be honest, I didn't have any fries or onion rings with it. Just the monster burger and a Coke. It was more than a meal; it was an orgy of beef-tastic beef-itude. My only regret? I didn't ask for bacon on it. Next time, Triple Whooper ... NEXT time!

Getting to know me ...
Some people who read my blog — but don't comment here (yes, grainne, I'm calling you out again!) have suggested that I post some pics that give you an insight into me and my life. I don't know why anyone would want to see that crap, but I decided to acquiesce. Why? Because I'm a giver, a pleaser and I pretty much have a hard time telling any woman "no."

So here's the first sneak peek. There may be more later as my apartment becomes more clean and able to be displayed for the world to see. Speaking of which, this is my apartment building, or at least part of it. My apartment is the second-story one on the left there. Not too revealing, but it's the best I can do with an exterior shot.

Some apartment facts: I've been living here about five years. My rent is obscenely low for a two-bedroom apartment in a decent neighborhood (mostly; the transsexual hookers live a street over but don't come this way) in central Guam. I'd tell you how much I pay but then you'd want to shoot me.

It is two bedrooms, and one of the bedrooms is fairly spacious. I have had some plumbing problems, but I think they're fixed now. I never really use the living room or the second bedroom. I'm almost always in the main bedroom, with some time spent in the kitchen area and the bathroom.

There is only one other tenant living here right now. The main landlord cleared the apartment building to renovate it, but couldn't get me out because I rent from someone who actually owns the apartment. As such, my door and balcony railing got changed, but I didn't get the full interior renovation that other apartments did. I think they ran short of cash as the apartments on the other end aren't fully finished, but the main landlord did move in one or two guys into the bottom right apartment. They are military and quiet and sometimes are gone for weeks at a time.

And this is my desk at work. Right now I use a G4 Mac, but I will have a new G5 once they get the new Mac OS X upgraded for us put into all the machines. Then I will have TRUE power.

On the tower is my little collection of things. There is the Brian Urlacher action figure (Go BEARS!), the Wolverine™ bobble-head figure, the nuts-and-bolts metal golfer figure, and my miniature Nebraska football helmet (Go HUSKERS!!). Also there is a cigarette butt on a golf tee, from a photo shoot in which I took a swing at a lit cigarette on a golf tee with my monster John Daly Hippo driver (it was about how much better my wind and stamina was on the golf course after giving up smoking).

OK, there you go. A little peek into my environment and thus life. I'm guessing most of you just scanned through the crap up above and didn't really read it. I don't blame you. Not one fucking bit. LOL. But, as punishment — not RGFOTD for you today. Not that anyone's commented on the RGFOTD in weeks and weeks though, so :oP

SNAIL MAIL CHRISTMAS CARDS!!
None of you untrusting bastards will be getting one this year. Wait, check that. Sass will get a card. And Chrissie will get a card, though she always gets a card ... and usually a present or three. Oh, and grainne will as well, once the U.S. Postal Service finally delivers what she sent.

The rest of you? You had your chance. You lose, you untrusting bastards and bastardettes!! Heh.