Blue Nylon Aussiebum

Holy smackeroos!  This guy is hot.

Sigh.

A Hottie pressed to my back

I've spent the whole day in bed with a hottie pressed to my back .  Sounds good, doesn't it?  Alas, it wasn't a handsome human hottie, but a rubber hot water bottle.

Still incapacitated by my back.

Another Blog by an Ozzie Gay Father

He lives in Sydney, I think, is a dad and is (unlike me) super fit.  Triathlon fit.  I hate him (only joking) (Seriously) (I mean about the joking)   His blog is called superchilled.

He did a post on religion and I thought when I read it, yup, so true.  For me, religion isn't about listening to someone else telling me about how evil I am or other people are, it's about me trying harder to love my neighbour, to be a nicer person, to make the world a better place.  I like hymns 'cos I like singing, but my memories of church are of crushing -- crushing -- boredom.  Not to mention major theological doubts (is absence of evidence evidence of absence?)

Hot

Yeah, I know.

I should be writing the gay War and Peace.  Or working .  Or doing something useful.

Instead I'm perving at beaut hotties.

Via The Continuum Hypothesis