Aww, Gawddamn! That is one cute baby right there! Any Ladies out there want one just like it? I can put something just like that in you! Lemme know! I'll just whip it you for ya!
I get asked a lot about what new things I will do in 2010...
Don't really understand why anyone cares what I do, or see the point in planning something I will either have taken away from me, cost too much to do, or not have the energy to even try. My goals just aren't grand enough I suppose to elicit unstoppable enthusiasm and drive.A reoccurring dream I have, other than the one when an old stinky lady sits on my chest trying to smother me, or the one where my penis swells up so large that it's bigger than me, then consumes me, takes over my life and does a better job with it than I do, as a successful and scheming Capitalist...
No, the reoccurring dream I mean, is the one where I'm in a canoe floating down a river passing all sorts of life on both banks.
I love that one.
There are treasures in the water, on the banks there are diamonds and gems, pretty girls wave and smile every so often, there are picnics, a distant house is seen burning, fish swim by, fruit hang from arching branches, a funereal for parents that have died, babies are born, kids swing on ropes and fall into the water and the most beautiful girl in the world swims over and climbs into the canoe with me.
I love that dream. Doing nothing but dreaming in 2010, that's what I'm doing!
...make you my Queen!
It may be desolate there, but we could move into the Kingdom I built in a crater. There's plenty of water with all the pools, underground rivers, streams and the light comes from the giant crystals. We could float down through the caverns on a Moon Canoe and make love on a soft bank of Lunar Moss. I know you want to live near your family, and you may, but when go to bed at night and look out your window, look up at me and remember how much I love you.
...just taken place for me as day before yesterday I was standing in my living room preparing put in action my plan for success and happiness when out of the clear blue sky I felt a big sneeze building up with that deep tickle in the sinuses and it let loose with an explosion!
As I was reeling from blast escaping from my face, I felt and heard my back snap! Crrrrraaaaaaccckkk! There was a numbing pain spreading out across my spine and chest. The wind was knocked out of me, I couldn't breathe and I felt my knees buckle and I slowly fell to the floor. Oh, the Holidays are gonna suck! This has happened before, just can't remember it being caused by a sneeze, so I know the only thing that helps is to get flat on my back and stay there. For as long as necessary. Days even. Remembering there was some painkillers left by a friend who lives with chronic pain who thought he might need them in case he were to visit, I searched my brain to figure out where they were and if they were within safe crawling distance. I saw a bottle. That has to be them. I pull myself across the carpet burning my elbows as I go. Pain shooting through me. I shake the end-table until the bottle rolls over and falls with the lamp. I get the bottle. No luck! It's a bottle of Equate Aspirin 81mg... FUCK! Okay, I'll take 5 of them, at least it'll help, right? Not easy pills to swallow without water. They're small. They stick to the back of your throat. Bitter. Gag! Maybe 4 hours later I'm high as a kite! Dreaming and floating and moving through sweet water or maybe the air has become molasses. Today, after thinking about all I learned in the Alchemical Garden at the Edge of Time, it occurred to me that my friend left his pain medication in an empty Equate Aspirin bottle. My laser light show was being powered by 250mg of DARVON®!!! I survived, but I met my Spirit Guides and they ROCK!
If you're like me and find yourself all alone on Christmas, don't worry, we have each other!
Now do something good for yourself and take some time, sit in a soft chair, close your eyes, listen to one of my favorite stories by Theodore Sturgeon, published in Galaxy Science Fiction, February 1953 and broadcast on NBC, January 9, 1957 on one of my favorite radio shows, "X-Minus One" this is "A Saucer of Loneliness," please listen. It's not about the Holidays, but it might just be about you and me.




...and by blues, I mean depression and not the musical genre... Some people can get it around Christmas and other junk. I do, but it can be anytime for me.
Anyway, one of the things I use to lift my spirits is to watch Norm Macdonald. He has always made me laugh. I believe he's a genius and surprised more of my friends don't get him. I've seen him in person a few times and once I laughed so hard I was sore for a week.
...on this Atkins Diet, but meat is expensive, as well as murder! However, I'm treating my meat as a tool...
...and my tool needs a box!
Strange podcast show today. Just listen! You'll dig it!
Area 69, Alien Abduction of a Teen Girl, Psychic Fiends, Listener Dreams of Murder, New Dinosaurs, World War 3, David Bowie Freezes His Pee, Farting Pigs, Dirty Thoughts on Paper, and Loneliness is the New Killer App! Having difficulties with my new recording studio and new recording equipment. Just horrible trouble. The sound may be weird, I don't know. Maybe it will be better. I'm so burned out listening to all the variations of sounds from different microphones, I just can't tell what sounds good anymore. My AT4050 CM5 has a bad component, my Cubase AI5 just picked up a fault in the AE35 unit, it's going to go 100% failure in 72 hours and I gotta go over to Tosche Station to pick up some power converters, so my Recording Studio is in FAIL. Then, after much praying I decided to ignore sound quality for now and go with quantity and compelling podcast content! This podcast is a doozy! You'll just have to hear it! Find links to generous supporters of The Jerry Lentz Podcast and consider being a supporter of this Independent Radio Show yourself by visiting the Magic Ball Tip Jar on this site. http://www.jerrylentz.com Listen, subscribe and share this podcast in various ways by visiting these links! http://jerrylentz.podomatic.com/ http://www.blubrry.com/jerrylentz/ http://www.gcast.com/u/JerryLentz/main http://www.jerrylentz.com/podcast/podcast.xml http://itunes.apple.com/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/viewPodcast?id=304095539
Several messages, comments and email from some very well known authors of erotica, romance and porn, as well as a few literary agents have been kind enough to take a break in the hurried Xmas shopping to let me know how they are enjoying my words.
Yay! If I can't make you wet in person, I'll try hard with my writing.
The prolonged anticipation was unbearable. It had been years. Jerry seemed to be peering at her intently from his image on her monitor. She stared with longing at him. She even imagined with such clarity the sound of his voice and the heat of it on the back of her neck.
She lowered the light in her room. They were alone now. She couldn't help but notice a tingle of excitement inside her. Her nipples, taut beneath the thin fabric of her blouse as she imagine his hot tongue lightly exploring the rosy peaks of her breasts. Her breath caught in her throat when she noticed he had posted a new Facebook status, a delightful shiver of wanting ran over her body, her dress crept up onto her thighs as she moved closer to her warm computer and waves of ecstasy throbbed through her as she clicked comment. What would she say to him? Could she say she wanted him? How would he respond? In posting on Facebook Jerry found a mindless solidity that helped camouflage the deep despair of loneliness, but she responded and arrived in his room, her breasts surged at the intimacy of his touch and that warm kiss in the hollow of her neck. She felt his lips touch her like a whisper. His moist, firm mouth demanded a response. She kissed him with a hunger that belied her outward calm. She began tearing at her clothing to free her body, a body that was swirling in flames, blood pounded in her brain, leapt from her heart, and made her knees tremble. He lifted her nude body and laid her on the bed. His body imprisoned her in a web of growing arousal. He quickly undressed as she lay panting, her chest heaving beneath him. His clothes slid away from between them like an opening curtain revealing exquisite emotions, and a floodtide of liberation for her mind and body. Their hands and mouths began an exploration of the soft flesh. She writhed under his body. Skin to skin, they were as one. Her body melted against his and her world was filled with Jerry.
...I'll cross the sky for your love. And I understand. These winds and tides, this change of times, won't drag you away.
Hold on, and hold on tightly! Hold on, and don't let go of my love.


Not sure why.
Maybe it's the diet. Chemical changes in my brain. Weather. Hopefully you will write me a wonderful email that will boost my spirit and refrain from trying to be funny, mean, edgy and kicking a guy while he's down with a snotty sarcastic note. I'm so ready and able to de-friend mean and toxic people from my life.
...I'm building a Sound Booth in my studio!
Already blew my Christmas money on it and that was going to help needy children and to buy gifts for relatives, but it was a needed expense as the producers and engineers of Audiobooks are waiting on me! I'm covered in styrofoam bits, tape, sweat and glue. Worn out! High from the fumes of toxic materials used here to help make me sound even more fantastic in my future recordings. My friend, Tim Lucas reminds me; 100 years ago today, my hero, Arch Oboler, the creator of the classic radio horror series "LIGHTS OUT" was born! http://www.oldtimeradiodownloads.com/mystery/Lights-Out/index.php Kind of a neat coincidence that I'm doing what I'm doing on this date! Years ago, while working on a documentary about the man, his work and life. I drove out to Malibu where his Frank Lloyd Wright built house stood unfinished after Oboler's little boy drowned there. If I wasn't abstaining from alcohol this month, due to my Atkin's Diet, I would drink to him and his work and how he influenced me, so instead, this Jack Link's Teriyaki Beef Steak Nugget is for you, sir!
...that would say, "You shoulda been around when Brando was onstage!" "You should have seen Ben Gazzara being directed by Elia Kazan!"
Those old friends are dead now. But I'm really happy to be alive in the time of Mark Ruffalo! He really is one of my favorite actors. Can't say I've ever seen a single misstep from him in any of the characters he's played. To me, it's always an event when one of his films come out.
