Mind Candy Grand Opening

...and I mean that in the sexiest way possible... *sultry grin*

While I intend to lean toward the cheeky, the smexy, and occasionally the downright hot postings, I believe that the mind is stimulated, tantalized and bent by variety.  I adore things that make me go 'hmmmmmm', and I think you will too.

Thursday, April 7, 2011....   What an interesting day to start a blog, yes?  Many would have chosen a less middle-of-the-week day, or perhaps a 'beginning' date, like the 1st.  I chose today for its uniqueness.

Exhibit A:

April 7, 1969 – The Internet's symbolic birth date: publication of RFC 1.

What, was Al Gore like, 9?  Child prodigy, I tell you...

This day was the start of a revolution. When I think about what life was like before the internet... well, it is older than I am, but there was a time during my life when it wasn't a place for everyone.  Just your average Joe Blow couldn't hop on his laptop (there weren't any) and surf over to Amazon.com and pick up the latest copy of  'A Walk In The Snark.'  Hehehe....  she said blow.

Now, we shop, communicate, give gifts, date, publish novels.... all online.  This is not where I jump up on my soap box and preach the virtues of face time, or shake my fist at the loss of human contact.  I love the internet!  I am amazed daily by the world wide web. I can find anything I could ever want, any time I ever want it, with the click of a mouse, the press of a key, the touch of a screen.  I never have to wonder who, what, why, when or how, ever again.

Don't get me wrong.  We should all go outside into the sunshine and play.  We should daily speak to at least one person face to face, and look into their eyes. And no video screen or text message will ever replace the heat of skin to skin contact and the intensity of words whispered so close that lips brush the ear.

But do I need you to know right now how much I love your latest book?  Hello cyberspace!  Do I need to make reservations in advance for our celebration dinner? Well, dubya-dubya-dubya-dot me! And do I really, really need you to send me some sexy little message with suggestions for our steamy after-party? Instant foreplay, baby.

I say "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, INTERNET!!!!"

It blows my mind to think about how my world is shaped by something I can't even touch, feel, taste.  And here's another little mind-blower...

Exhibit B:

Hehehehe.... she said blow again..... twice....