Did you know you can claim your blog(s) on Technorati? I did, or rather, have. For a very long time. Like months and months and months. But as I love the anticipation that accompanies delayed gratification, I chose to wait for the opportune moment. While, I can wait no longer. And in true merciless flirt style, making much ado about something that is really quite small, I’ve indulged 104 words for the sake of publishing a single token: RRGR69P3SH2S.
Note: When you go to claim your own blog, don’t use that RRG blah blah blah code. That one only words for a merciless flirt.
I really am a bit of a prude.
image credit: mhofstrand Flickr photostream.
Next week, I’ll be mixing, meeting and mingling with the boys and girls in LA at the 140 Character Conference. I’m making a list of things I’d like to do while there. Maybe some naughty. Maybe some nice. And I’m taking suggestions at @mercilessflirt.
The New York Times lavished a lingering look upon the women of Japan’s gentlemen’s club, women who in turn lavish adoring attention on men for a fee. A profession once shunned, hostess positions have been enjoying swelling popularity as the recession shrinks economic and employment prospects. These young beautiful women smile, compliment, laugh, flirt, and entertain men. And they are well paid to do such.
There are good points aplenty, but like any good read, the best come at the end.
I think I may be in love with @andreagrimes/@heartlessdoll, or whoever else is responsible for the budding #thingsnerdssayinbed meme. It strokes my funny bone and my affinity for nerdy boys.
A few of my faves:
XOXO
I confess, I don’t own as many pleasure-providing gadgets as one might expect from the good girl next door. Among the toys missing from my nightstand is the sexy must-have iPhone. I’m still palming an LG VX8300, which means many of my conversations and coordinations transpire via text. It also means that instead of touching QWERTY, I’m thumbing T9.
With T9, as you thumb alphanumeric keys, the phone guesses at the word you mean. If the suggested word is wrong, you simply press next to prompt another, hopefully more desirable, suggestion. And of course there’s smart technology. Thus, like a good underwire pushup that molds to my form as I wear it, my phone learns my predilections as I type them. Recently, I discovered each key plus just a few nexts yeilded the following results.
2 + (next * 5) = a…c…b…2…bq… brianshaler 
3 + (next * 4) = e…d…f…3… dykc 
4 + (next * 6) = i…h…g…4…I’ll…it’s… garyvee 
5 + (next * 5) = k…l…j…5…libertymarket… jaybaer 
6 + (next * 4) = o…m…n…6… markdudlik 
7 + (next * 5) = s…p…r…q…7… sunnythaper 
8 + (next * 6) = t…v…u…8…Texder…that’s… timebarrow 
9 + (next * 6) = x…w…y…z…9…you’re… WaynesWhirled 
You may see a list of gentlemen. I see a scandalous affair with Twitter that no one man can satisfy.
XOXO
Tonight, I had a fabulous text exhange with a fine friend. It tugged temptingly at every flirtatious vocal chord. I submitted willingly. Even the memory of it coaxes a smile. And yet, much to my chagrin, I can not share it with you. For this alluring gent once requested that our interactions not become fodder for a merciless flirt, and his affinity is worth more than ephemeral novelty.
IMG Source: uyanum’s Flickr photostream.
XOXO
Plaid Nation + a hint of wardrobe malfuntion = ???
Darryl Ohrt and other fine gents at Plaid are getting ready to embark on their third Plaid Nation tour. In anticipation, a few lucky guy and gal bloggers received a goodie bag of schwag. Moda di Mando discovered, quite accidently, all that goodieness came with a little something extra.
XOXO
First it was No Pants. Then it was 5 minutes positions. It appears I have fallen in with the likes of Improv AZ. Creating scenes with this colorful crew has become my guilty pleasure, and we are were at it again Saturday. This time, with the ever exciting AZ Cacophony as our partners in mischeif, we decended upon a public street corner to showcase the type of exhibisionist behavior that most barely dare in the most initmate of occassions. Some clad head to toe in asset-revealing, others cladding only their assets, nearly 40 colorful semi-dressed individuals battled. Some nice. Some naughty. We chose our roles and we battled. Voice against blade. Water against hula hoop. Marshmellow ammo against chest hair. It was an Epic Super Hero Battle.
Our exploits were well docomented by both photo and video for your vicarious viewing pleasure.
IMG Source: sheila_dee’s Flickr photostream.
