28th June 2012 The Most Proclaimed & Acclaimed Orgasm

I ought to add also the most publicised, the most memorable and certainly my favourite orgasm, on the movie screen I mean. Everyone would have heard by now that Nora Ephron had just passed away at the age of 71, defeated by Leukaemia.

It was Nora Ephron, journalist and cinematic script writer who, after a decade regularly working on films and television, created what's to be her most outstanding success, the film script of 'When Harry meets Sally', with the most celebrated sex scene without sex like the orgasm of Meg Ryan in a restaurant, to show her table companion (Billy Crystal), how a woman can fake or simulate an sexual orgasm with no problem at all, between mouthfuls of sandwich. With the wonderful added punch-line of another woman in the same restaurant, right after the orgasmic exhibition, asking the waiter to bring her the same food Meg Ryan had. 

That scene of hers wraps up the woman's cunning, or kindness depending on how you view it, to preserve the male pride, fulfilling his macho fantasy of being a powerful, competent and ideal lover; and the woman's wisdom and resilience, or resignation, feigning the orgasm.

 

Throughout the ages, women had always been striving to complete multitude of rolls in domestic as well as professional fields. To be the red hot lover in bed, seductive, eager and responsive, easily pleased and showed her appreciation with screaming pleasure. She is also expected to be an ideal housewife, providing a clean, comfortable and cosy home for all the family, combining often with a full time job, never forgets to attend the parents day meetings with the teachers of the children, makes the best meat loaf and Angels' cake just like grandma's, and able to stretch the tight budget like a magician so no family member is short of anything.

Little wonder she can't resist the request to the waiter of the restaurant to bring her the same food that was served to Meg Ryan. We all need a little help at times, and some optimism to cope. Even feigning it.

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28th June 2012 Would You Call This A Joke?

This is supposed to be a funny-ha-ha joke. I don't find it either funny or a joke. Do you?

A man is taking a walk in Central park in New York. Suddenly he sees a little girl being attacked by a pit bull dog. He runs over and starts fighting with the dog. He succeeds in killing the dog and saving the girl's life. 

A policeman who was watching the scene walks over and says, 'You are a hero, tomorrow you can read it in all the newspapers, 'Brave New Yorker saves the life of little girl'. 

The man says, 'But I am not a New Yorker!'

'Oh ,then it will say in newspapers in the morning, "Brave American saves life of little girl",' the policeman answers. 

'But I am not an American either!' says the man. 

'Oh, what are you then?'
'The man says: - 'I am a Saudi!' 
 
The next day the newspapers says, 'Islamic extremist kills innocent American dog.' 

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Prev: 28th June 2012 A Cat's Diary

28th June 2012 A Cat's Diary

Day 84 of my captivity.

My captors continued to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from clawing the furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another house plant.

Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded. Maybe I should try this at the top of the stairs.

 

In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair. I must try this on their bed.

Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body in an attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little kitty cat I was. This is not working according to plan.

 

There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary confinement throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the food. More important, I overheard that my confinement was due to my powers of inducing something called "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.

I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit.

 

The bird, on the other hand, has got to be an informant. He speaks with them regularly, and I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room, his safety is assured. But I can wait.

It's only a matter of time.

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