Må din väg gå dig till mötes

och må solen värma din kind,

och må regnet vattna själens jord.

Och tills vi möts igen må Gud hålla,

hålla dig i sin hand.

May the road rise to meet you,

may the wind be always at your back,

may the sun shine upon your face,

may the rain fall softly on your fields,

and till we meet again may God hold you

in the palm of his hand.

Irländsk bön

The Lord’s my Shepard, I’ll not want;
He makes me down to lie
In pastures green; He leadeth me
The quiet waters by.

My soul He doth restore again,
And me to walk doth make
Within the paths of righteousness,
E’en for His own Name’s sake.

Yea, though I walk in death’s dark vale,
Yet will I fear no ill;
For Thou art with me, and Thy rod
And staff me comfort still.

My table Thou has furnished
In presence of my foes;
My head Thou dost with oil anoint,
And my cup overflows.

Goodness and mercy all my life
Shall surely follow me,
And in God’s house for evermore
My dwelling-place shall be.

Må din väg gå dig till mötes

och må vinden vara din vän,

och må solen värma din kind,

och må regnet vattna själens jord.

Och tills vi möts igen

må Gud hålla,

hålla dig i sin hand.

May the road rise to meet you,

may the wind be always at your back,

may the sun shine upon your face,

may the rain fall softly on your fields,

and til we meet again

my God hold you

in the palm of his hand.

Irländsk bön

Abide with me: fast falls the eventide;
the darkness deepens; Lord, with me abide:
when other helpers fail and comforts flee,
help of the helpless, O abide with me.

I need thy presence every passing hour;
what but thy grace can foil the tempter’s power?
Who, like thyself, my guide and stay can be?
Through cloud and sunshine, Lord, abide with me.

I fear no foe, with thee at hand to bless;
ills have no weight, and tears no bitterness.
Where is death’s dark sting? where, grave, thy victory?
I triumph still, if thou abide with me.

Hold thou thy cross before my closing eyes;
shine through the gloom, and point me to the skies;
heaven’s morning breaks, and earth’s vain shadows flee;
in life, in death, O Lord, abide with me.

Words: Henry Francis Lyte, 1847

Inför den kommande
tycker jag vi ska linda in varann i lampor,
många små dioder från brutna våra stolpar
och så mycket försöka ha det och ha det -
Riktigt på riktigt lova
att bära in den andra från postlådan
när han eller hon gått ner sej åt andra hållet
eller tittat bort sej
genom dom små hålen
i det nattliga karbonet

Det tycker jag vi kan hålla
och om varann

Att få falla, ramla

bli sitt eget dimhål,
ett förlåtande

Att få falla
långt och länge, fritt

varmt in,
undan skavbenet

Att få sväva där
som ett själv

lätt, genomlyst

Boner.

It is supposed to be a derogatory word implying a loaded penis. However, our dynamic society changes its mind on a daily basis, and has recently decided that “boner” was no longer a word that needs to be whispered. Like it or not, boner is actually a word that is being used more and more everyday. What does this mean? It means the definition of “boner” has been severely altered. According to the World Dictionary of a College Kid, the term boner now means:

A rush of glory.

Did you just smile as you read that? Because 98% of people who say the word “boner” smile within .233 seconds afterward. If a boner is simply a ‘rush of glory,’ this means that there are several instances in which the word can be used correctly. You see, there are several types of boners that occur within both the male and females genotypes.

For example, a Girl Boner is when a girl is attracted to a certain male, in any way. This overwhelming joy she feels when said stud walks through her path is one that can only be defined as a “rush of glory.” This sensation makes thoughts race, and the heart crush out blood like it has just taken a shot of gasoline. Hence the term ‘rush’ in the definition.” (Implying any type of blood rush) This girl is excited, and has a moment where she feels incredibly shy and rudely confident, all at once. This clash of both worlds marinates inside, and emerges as what is now know as a Girl Boner.

Since Girl Boners are slightly exclusive, lets discuss a type of boner that we can all enjoy! This would be known as a Social Boner. A Social Boner occurs when two or more people are engaging in a seriously or hilariously constructive conversation of any type. It’s one of those conversations that inches you up on your seat, or puts a little pep in that step as you talk on your way to the dining hall. Social Boners occur as you become increasingly more quasi-educated through life, as it gets that rush flowing at a higher viscosity. This viscosity is raised even more in certain situations as alcohol in any form is injected into the body through consumption of the mouth. A slight buzz enhances the Social Boner effect, and can even create what is now known as a Party Boner (getting really excited for a certain party). Both boners walk hand-in-hand as afternoons mesh with evenings, and the fun level is raised.

So if a girl is at a bangin’ party, having an auspicious conversation with some bro who she is only half interested in, and the guy of her dreams walks right past her smelling and looking great as always…she is having the sensation of THREE types of boners, all at once!

So as you can see, the term “boner” has been dramatically altered from a taboo word, to something of great importance within the bubble of a world we live in. Different types of boners are created everyday as the human race evolves to be more confident in their feelings. As these specific “rushes of glory” are identified within culture, attaching the five-letter word as a tail to the overarching term for the situation will continue to break down barriers, and cause a stir within your community.

Actual definition coined by Ryan Geswell during a Socially Bonerific conversation.

so yeah… i am the same but different.

growing up to become older in age and sometimes mind and body.

staying young in spirit and in size.

not but a week ago i was trying to grow up professionally, in a direction that i am still interested in growing in. however, the easy opportunity door, closed and it barely effected me… barely. i really wanted it, but i also really want my life to be mine… so when the door shut, i knew that nothing would stop me from what i wanted in the long run… the path would just be different. – so now i feel all weird and grown up in that aspect.

today i realized this… i get unsatisfied with my job when my personal life is suffocated and is in need of resuscitation… so i called… FUCK IT. i love what i do… and when i stop to think about what it is i do, i really get a little surprised by the ease, the growth and the possibilities for a successful personal life that my job allows me to have. – so another grown up life lesson…

my friend/business partner just informed me that our online literary magazine is moving towards success with writers and critics alike. and it is fast becoming a sought after publication… – dang. that makes me feel really honored and all achieved and stuff.

i am coming up on my 4 year wedding anniversary, and yet i can’t imagine that it has been that long… or a life without the man who makes me smile and cry. – grown up shit.

most of my petty fears have dissipated, and now i am just left with the real fears to conquer… and yet i am not afraid of what may come of that accomplishment. dang.

i drink wine. like on the real. and i like it.

i am being all smart about what i eat and when.

i actually want to be more resourceful and independent from frivolous technology.

and still…

i was at payless, because i just don’t pay more… and i am shopping in the size 4 section (as i always do). i find a cute cute pair of silver shoes, and as i reach for them… i notice they are hannah montana shoes and i cringe deep and full of conviction. hell to the fuck to the nah…

i went to target today and bought some 100% cotton thermal shirts from the little gal section XL of course… but $8.00. verses $10 for a ladies cotton blend… hell to the fuck to the nah…

people still think i am 12. which i kinda still am.

i still cry when i hear the song fish & bird by tom waits.

i like to hold hands.

i think blowing kisses is romantic and a great way to show PDA.

and when i see my friend’s tiny profile pic on her face book account i think it is a penis in her face…. but it is really her dog trying to lick her (no pun intended)… you can tell when you actually click on her profile and the picture is bigger, but still…

i still laugh at the words: poop, tea bags and golden rod.

 some things are worth changing… others aren’t.

MWAH!

Age: 25

Height: 5′6

Hair: Brunette

Method: Online Dating

Advancement: The kissy face smiley + the one sticking it’s tongue out

I set up some online dating site accounts before I even started this whole ordeal. I knew my wily charms would never be enough to actually nab a girl cold-turkey every single day for 100 in a row. Now I started simple put up a lil profile, a couple cute pictures that showed the range of my personality.

Let me tell you something about online dating sites. They are leper colonies. There are a reason the majority of these girls have to go online looking for love. This is both a blessing and a curse. I figure if I’m ever really in a pinch…I could land some of these girls no problem. Would I rather go out with a girl I can’t stand to look at our stay at home doing nothing…(or at the very least myself). It also makes me question the attractive girls on the site. Okay, I could understand moving to a new city and not knowing anybody, and resorting to this, but the attractive girls who have trouble landing men, that worries me. It’s a giant red flag. At least with the ugly girls you can pretty much guess why they can’t nab a man.

So I met this lass a week (that I would say was a solid 7). With a “wink” and some pretty standard messaging that I sent to any girl that seemed remotely sane, got a response back.  I logged some chat time with her. We went out for a drink at one of my favorite dive bars…which have some killer drink specials on Sunday. Also, this isn’t the kind of bar where a lot of people would be watching the football games, so it was a pretty chill little date.  We talked about music mostly, as well as our respective jobs.  She kept complimenting me on my bar choice, telling me she was going to “steal” my bar with her and her preppy-ish friends and the next time I went in, it would be overrun.

After a few hours of nice talking we walked down to the subway. Now, people rushing by  and a faint hint of urine aren’t exactly my idea of a good blend for a first kiss. I straight up even said, “I really hate having a first kiss here”, before I laid one on her. There was a little bit of in the corner making out, and I hate myself a little for the PDA.

So freaking scary xD!

To anime co raz bardziej przekonuje, że będzie to najlepsza komedia tego sezonu ^^!

Anyways, poznaliśmy w końcu cały harem głównego bohatera i powiem wam, że Ichinose chyba najbardziej mnie przeraża. Głównie dlatego, że jak gada to gada jak facet. No i zachowuje się jak facet. Jest typowa stereotypową chłopczycą. I to mnie przeraża jak mało co xD.

Ogólnie mówiąc, trochę dziwny ten harem. A to dlatego, że main hero, kocha się tylko w jednej lasce, a resztę delikatnie mówiąc, ma olewkę. A dziewczyny? Ofkors wszystkie się w nim kochają … co jest rzeczą oczywista, ale to zachowanie Shinjiego … strange, very strange.

No i dochodzą do tego, te cholerne koty xD!

Ogólnie mówiąc, obok Darker than Black S2 to jest to najlepsze anime tego sezonu. Keep up the good work ^^!

Ich liebe diese Reihe einfach.

Neue Kategorie. Und alle so: Yeaahh

vsan

Ever since I blogged a few weeks back about the boy with a public erection, entitled “An Inopportune Erection”, my blog traffic has been through the roof.  Upon closer inspection, it seems that all my traffic is coming from people searching for the following: erected boners, erection boy, erection in public, and public erection.  Also, searches for “hide my boner through pants” are bringing people here.  Which, while I welcome the traffic, those looking for ways to hide their boners are in for some disappointment.  Lastly, it seems my blog is beginning to become multi-cultural as searches for “bulge pubere” are leading people to this humble blog.

And so, while wracking my brain as to what to write today (as I hadn’t blogged in some time), I decided to just give everyone what they want – boners.  It’s a little crude I know but as they always say – “give the people what they want”.  So, without further ado, I give to you a cavalcade of boners.  Some new, some old, some famous, and some infamous.  Enjoy.

Sometimes you’re dancing with a girl on national television and you can’t help but pitch a tent.

Or maybe you’re on the subway, as this man seen here on the San Francisco BART, and get a little excited.

Sometimes even Kevin Costner gets a boner.

Or former presidents.

Apparently girls can get boners.

Of course, boners are not just exclusive to people.  Take this cactus for example.

If you take anything from this blog, I think we’ve all learned that boners can happen anywhere, anytime.  It can happen to anyone, be it your local burger joint guy, multi-million dollar movie star, DC statesman, or even a cactus.  So, in conclusion, let’s all give a salute to the boner.  At the very least, it provides a great draw to this small, humble blog.

Note:  Those of you who were looking for more high brow humor, rest assure that my next blog will be more tasteful….but wait, if you’re reading this blog then you probably came to read about boners.  So maybe I should reword my last statement and say the next installment will be more tasteful….with a chance of boners.

What am I?

I'm just an Aspergian loner with a boner.

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