Excuse Me, My Jacket Is Ringing ...

Most men would probably consider paying €2,285 for a casual jacket an extravagance, but some might, just might, think it's a bargain. It's out in the market Not too long ago, this one anyway, although similar but less sophisticated versions had been out in some exclusive shops for a while.

The jacket in question is designed for the Brand name Ermenegildo Zegna, "Bluetooth iJacket ", modern but with a "washed out" vintage look, according to the advertisement. The pockets are equipped with mechanisms that facilitate music and mobile phone all at once, with a control on the sleeve and another on the collar. 

When the phone rings, the volume of the music automatically drops to alert you of the call and the control device changes it's function to mobile. Two more pockets are incorporated, one for the phone, and a transparent one for the iPod.

Other details feature leather-trimmed collar, lightly quilted, fastening loops for microphones and earphone. In two colours, light and dark brown.

Whatever anybody says, I prefer to take my walks in peace and in silence. I don't even like talking on the phone while I walk, usually ignore it & attend to it later.

Tags: Bluetooth,iJacket

Sex In The Clouds

You remember the AirBus A380 of Singapore Airlines a few years back? It took just 8 hours to arrive at Sydney, carrying nearly 500 passengers on it's virgin flight, each had paid between 400€ (for normal seat) and 70,000€ (for one of the 12 suites). It was planned to be a regular route.

Sleeping in a proper double bed, in your own suite with separate bath, and all the essential furnishing similar to that in a luxury hotel, while travelling in an aeroplane was so unusual that it's considered worth the ultra extravagant expense, at least once just for the unique experience. Some of them might likely anticipated becoming members of the very special and exclusive Air Mile Club (not sure whether this is the official name). 

No doubt you know already that this club is only for those who have had sex in the air, so to speak, at the height of at least one mile from the ground, before you were qualified to apply for membership.

In transatlantic or other long flights, when the lights are dimmed to near total darkness, and the number of air attendants are reduced to just one lone asleep soul; lovemaking under the blanket is romantic enough for some. But ... 

It's prohibited, the spokesman said. It's written down as norm that applies also to passengers of normal seats. Oh yes, it happened there too, over and over again in the past, such love-seat relations, with the tell tail sign of the dividing armrest raised when the lights are turned back on, he and she both wearing rumpled hair and a conspiratory smile. It was emphasized that all would-be passengers, when purchasing and accepting the tickets, are taken as consent to abide by the rules and regulations. Whether it's still so today I am not sure.

What can they actually do though to prevent or stop any rule breakers? Post a vigilant attendant in each suite? Besides, I think the prohibition is almost like a challenge, which makes the desire itself more desirable. You know, forbidden fruit always tastes better ...

Tags: ForbiddenFruit,SexClouds

Beam Me Up! My 89 Word Story

When I sent in my last 100 Word Story, I knew that each reader could only submit a story once. To give more readers the chance to show their stuff I suppose. No matter. Since I got my 30 seconds of fame, my mind forgot to stop on that theme & insists on turning out little ideas, all condensed to the 100 word format!!

 

 

So I thought I will yield to my subconscious urge & write another, to put together with the 1st one about Love, - which I had decided not to send out, - to put into a file named, you got it, " 100 Word Stories ", or is it better to call it " My Collection of 100 Word Stories " if I write a few more?

 

 

Whatever for I have no idea! Just to test & exercise my creative mind I guess. As it has been said : It's not the destination that matters, but each moment of the journey.

 

What do you think about the one below? 89 words! Much easier to make it to 100 words or more, than to reduce a story of just 87 words, to have reasonable beginning ending.

 

 

** Beam Me Up ! ** (89 Words)

 

 

I entered the office wondering what hell my bad-tampered bossy Boss would give me today, like he usually does, to find him lying motionless on the floor. I thought he was dead!

Until the maintenance guy came in, opened up his chest , put in 4 new batteries & left. I was dumbfounded. He stood up cursing, growling & asked:

'What are you gawking at? Didn't you know? Never suspected?'

' Never Sir!' I said. 'Anyone else knows?'

He shot me a sly smile, came over & switched me off.

 

 

Tag: BeamMeUp,89WordStory

 

 

 

The Game Of Cat, Mouse, And Man

Wonder what next will the unstoppable scientific advances in medicine and surgery come up with to challenge nature. It's not novelty any more that you can have your wrinkled face rejuvenated, alter the shape of your eyes, nose, jaws, cheek, lips, mouth. Reshape your body, add inches where you want them or take them off in other areas, put hair on bald patches. even increase your height in certain cases. We are also told that we can now not only have younger, fitter and more beautiful face and body, but live much longer than the previous generations.

It's also possible to substitute defected or near dead organs with healthy ones: heart, liver, kidney, intestine, the whole of the organ or part of it, like putting a patch on a piece of torn clothing. They can mend broken fingers, toes and limbs or even replace them with artificial ones, not just looking almost natural but functional.

You can "borrow" a total stranger's sperm or egg to "make" a baby. You can tell it's sex before it's born, and you can see it moving and kicking on a computer screen. A widow can have a baby or babies even with sperms of her long dead husband. And a woman in her 60's can, with some medical help, give birth to her own biological baby. The last known case of this was an Italian lady if I remember correctly, at the age of 67.

All these are absolutely incredible and wonderful. But then I am not sure at all what to think when I learned about the scientist who implanted himself with a microchip, and one also to his wife, and they can then feel each others', feelings and emotions.

Nor do I feel right to read about the scientific/medical experiment carried out in the University of Tokyo, where a research team led by Ko Kobayakawa succeeded, through disconnecting the nasal receptor of a mouse so that the poor mutilated little fellow can't smell danger, and ran towards a huge cat like welcoming a friend, instead of running away as they normally do with their inborn instinct, smelling out approaching predictors. Mr. Kobayakawa emphasized that the experiment is not to make the mouse an idiot not able to tell friend from foe, but to try to understand better the complex neurones of the nervous system.

Mmm ... I just don't feel easy about that. I won't let my brain be messed about if I could help it. But what choice has the poor little mouse got?

 

 

Tag: Brainsurgery,Science,Mouse

The Aunty Test

The Aunty of Will who writes, collects and publishes jokes online would not have been able to do so without passing 'The Aunty Test' first, because Aunty would not approve of any joke, story, picture; given that she won't tolerate blue jokes and has never been known to utter a swear word, or a blasphemy of any kind. Fortunately, Aunty has no interest in, or access to, a computer.
 

Aunty is not all that she seems though. For a start, she frequently uses the one word that is so taboo that it cannot be used on British television - even after the 9 O clock watershed. This word is sometimes whispered as a single letter, found near the middle of the alphabet between 'm' and 'p'. Aunty has been using the word unabashed since the 1920s.
 

Once a week Aunty drives from her village to the local town. Increasingly she found it difficult to find a parking spot in the high street. Eventually she decided to park on the wiggly waggly lines. In fact she regarded the wiggly waggly lines as her own private parking space. Aunty had a point in that she had been parking in the high street on a Thursday for longer than anyone could remember. However, in law, she had no leg to stand on as the wiggly waggly lines were part of the pedestrian crossing.
 

The local traffic warden and policemen must have warned, cautioned and booked her at least twenty times, but it had no effect, she continued to park on the wiggly waggly lines every Thursday.
 

After a while her cases came to court, but she was never convicted of any offence. Rumour has it that one of her cases was adjourned seventeen times because each time a different magistrate had to decline her case because they knew her personally. At least five magistrates were blood relatives, and many of the others had used her as a referee when they had applied to be a magistrate.
 

The matter was only resolved when three senior members of her family, magistrates all, bearded Aunty in her lair. They pointed out gingerly the embarrassment that they faced when dealing with her summonses and asked her as a personal favour, if she would stop parking on the wiggly waggly lines.'

I'll stop right away' she said, 'but one of you will have to drive me into town each Thursday'.

'Done deal' they said in unison.

Tags: AuntyTest,AuntyCase