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Slickr Sunday
What’s slick on Flickr tonight? Grace Slick, of course.
Grace Slick, originally uploaded by dgans.
More slick Flickr photos below the fold . . .
Friday Flickr Babe: Curves
Searching Flickr for “curves,” I found this. It’s out of focus. The framing is odd and the lighting is bizarre. Did someone shoot this with an old box camera? I don’t know. I don’t care. I love it. This isn’t a photograph; it’s a memory, something stolen from patterned synapses and emblazoned on paper.
Oh, hell, I’ll just say it, even if I do risk starting another religious flame war. This image is holy. And no, it’s not just the distant bright light (although that helps). The love bestowed upon the subject speaks more of worship than of lust.
D.
Friday Flickr babes: the fine nurses of the intertubes
I keep trying to convince the nurses of St. Mammon’s (my hospital; not necessarily its real name) to put together a “Nurses of St. Mammon’s Calendar,” but they act like I’m kidding. Come on, y’all. I’ll bankroll it! I’ll even help take the pictures! Proceeds will go to my favorite charity, The Ear, Nose, and Throat Early Retirement Foundation.
Let’s see if I can find any likely candidates at Flickr.
Flickr Follies: a slippery trail of because
Chemistry, not astronomy, because
Mattresses are a poor reason for career choice.
Biology, not chemistry, because
Solvents reeked
Those boats looked nice
And the math was getting too tough.
Medicine, not biology, because
Mice would not cooperate.
School, not honor, because
If you had the chance, you’d take it, too
And the sky was so very blue
And I was free
And we had all the time in the world.
Honor, not comfort, because
The truth? I missed the honor.
Crappy poetry, not a post, because
Like her host
The muse has a head cold, too.
D.
Friday Flickr: Turkey Babes
Our first chef has attitude to spare, no doubt because some jackass is taking her picture while she’s hanging onto a twenty-pound bird. Meet “Turkey,” by Ara Alexis.
She’s cute, don’t you think? I don’t know her, but I like her.
More turkey babes below the cut.
Friday Flickr Babes: Dragon Ladies.
From my sister, we have a nasty dragon lady:
Not bad. The fist is a nice touch. I guess I wouldn’t turn her away if she raked her nails down my neck, saying, “You make me crazy, baby. How ’bout I show you the sweetness of pain,” but if we saw each other in a bar, I wouldn’t be buying her any drinks.
From Flickr, however, we have a truly GREAT dragon lady. Dean, who has a thing about women’s backs, is gonna love this gal.
Friday Flickr Babes: nude, of course
Untrusting, originally uploaded by Delerina.
Dean, I think you’ll like Delerina’s portfolio. Let me know.
I would like to take this opportunity to alert you to an overlooked health problem that afflicts roughly 50.5% of the general population: PSAS — Priapic Sleep Arousal Syndrome. While REM Sleep Behavior Syndrome (violent physical outbursts during dream sleep) has a more dramatic presentation, it is still an uncommon condition. Priapic Sleep Arousal Syndrome, on the other hand, can strike anyone burdened with unsatisfied erectile tissue.
Extreme cases are easily recognized (pdf):
His wife also reported episodes of amnestic sexual behavior that began 4 years before referral. During the episodes, the patient typically procured his wife, achieving complete sexual intercourse with total amnesia. Episodes of sexual behavior during sleep occurred once a month. His wife remained in bed with him after the episodes. The patient did not consent to being videotaped.
The 50.5% figure may be an underestimation by nearly 100%, as erection during REM sleep (dream sleep) is not limited to men.
A man experiences penile erections; a woman experiences clitoral engorgement.
Priapic Sleep Arousal Syndrome: a silent killer!
Prevent Priapic Sleep Arousal Syndrome!
Fuck Your Spouse Today
D.
A memory without pain
Let every man in mankind’s frailty
Consider his last day; and let none
Presume on his good fortune until he find
Life, at his death, a memory without pain.-Sophocles, Oedipus Rex
I wonder when we started dying in hospitals. Not by accident (we’ve been doing that, I’m sure, for as long as we’ve had hospitals), but by intention.
All four of my grandparents died in hospitals. My mother’s brother died alone, his body undiscovered for a few days; that’s even worse. But I’m not sure it matters where we die. Dead is dead, right? And yet, like many people, I play with the fantasy of dying in my own home with at least one loved one by my side.
Anyone in medicine can tell you stories of patients’ last days. Nearly all of the terminally ill grab for that desperate last chance — salvage chemotherapy, anyone? — rather than admit to the inevitable. Many times during training, my senior residents and my attending physicians would, when presented with one horrid diagnosis or another, say, “Someone should give him a one-way ticket to Hawaii and tell him to stock up on good booze and strong narcotics.”
Today, I finally met someone who decided to go to Hawaii.
He’s coming back, he says, and when he does, he’ll take that last stab at radiation therapy. But dammit, he’s going to enjoy Hawaii while he can. Radiation can wait; he’s gonna live.
I’m sad about his diagnosis, but I’m happy for him. Somehow, I don’t see this fellow dying in a hospital.
D.
Friday Flickr Babes: voyeur
Man in the mirror, originally uploaded by Sator Arepo.
This one strikes me as masterful understatement. The voyeur’s attentiveness is moderated by the lack of focus; the woman is only partly nude, so to what degree is he invading her privacy?
More voyeurism . . . below the cut.
Friday Flickr babe: sultry (again)
Kimmy, originally uploaded by silverinuk.
It’s hot tonight. Unseasonably hot. Your grandma used to tell you a cup of scalding tea would cool you down, and in that same spirit I offer Kimmy.
Over at Flickr, one of the folks commenting on this image felt the photographer should have cropped this pic below the elbow. I disagree. There’s a line here, a gentle S-curve which takes in Kimmy’s head, her slender torso, her lower back in shadow. This is art to my untrained eye. Crop it below the elbow, and you have an artistic nude, but not . . . art. Yeah, I can’t express myself worth beans tonight. But here’s the cropped version, so you can decide for yourselves:
Kimmy – (Cropped), originally uploaded by silverinuk.
D.
PS: here’s Dean’s Friday Flickr babe. How come no one else is playing?