Vibrating Testes and Other Insults

Diary 6/28 to 6/30/22: gun laws passed; odd notes; Johnstone on abortion; scam avoided; Highsmith again; Judy Blume; shopping at Wal-Mart; a vibrator from Sharper Image. Nothing about Joker.

Copyright 2022 (text only) by Alan Carl Nicoll
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Old shot of my overloaded bookshelves


My prediction of 5/27/22, that “of course Congress will do nothing” regarding gun control, was incorrect or at best half-right.  They did indeed pass a new law that accomplished some things, though nothing to keep the “assault weapons” out of the hands of eighteen-year-old males.  So, was I for once too cynical?  No, not really, but hey, I’ll take it.

“Officer” Photo by Kindel Media on

Something from a post-it note I wrote a couple days ago:  “I’m here from the government to inquire about your sex life.”

Also:  “Bipolar Bear.”  Of course, all I’ve done here is reinvent the wheel, as they say.

This comment (one of ten) on abortion from Caitlin Johnstone suggests a problem:  “It sure is mighty convenient timing for all political and electoral energy in the United States to suddenly get sucked up into a single issue which affects the powerful in no way, shape or form. I wouldn’t have thought it would be possible for everyone’s attention to get diverted away from inflation and the looming likelihood of wage reductions and soaring unemployment or the economic war with Russia that’s making everything worse for everyone while pouring vast fortunes into the proxy war in Ukraine, but by golly, the empire found a way.”

I don’t think it’s clarifying to point to “empire” regarding this decision and subsequent uproar.  Just because something is convenient for the empire doesn’t mean that the empire somehow rigged the decision or the timing.  What it does mean is less clear; I’ll have to think about it.  Much of the rest is quite good and original and too long for one sitting.

Detected yet another scam.  At least this was easily detected, when the “USPS” asked for my credit card numbers!  Unlike commercials on TV and ads in magazines and websites and so on, where you generally have to plunk down your money, then get a look at the product.


Had what seemed like a long dream last night, waking around midnight or 1:00.  I wanted to write it down, but didn’t even make a note, and now (3:50 pm the next day) I can’t remember a thing.  What I should have done was to use the digital recorder to make a note.

Patricia Highsmith called women (and girls?) “human spittoons.”  [This is not what I’d call a representative quote.] Of course, she was a lesbian; but it does make one (male) feel bad.  Forty pages to go in her endlessly fascinating “Diaries and Notebooks,” 949 pages in all (not counting appendices/index by another hand.  I have noted dozens and dozens of passages to copy out; I’m doubtful that I’ll get them all.  It will be good to move on to something else; this took a bit more than six months of almost nightly reading, usually just four pages or so.  I could have read Herodotus, perhaps, though every time I try I end up thinking, “Why am I doing this?”  I don’t think that with Highsmith.

Judy Blume

Ellen Forney in Marbles, reviewed here on 6/26/22, recommended two books by Judy Blume, Summer Sisters and Forever.  I’m thinking that Apple might be a fan and recommend one of these to Fynn, he reads it and responds.  But of course I’d have to read it/them first.  I read her Deenie to see what she had to say about masturbation (to tween/teen girls) and didn’t feel enlightened or entertained.  The Stupid Christian Fanatics (“SCFs” here, often) just loathe Judy Blume, which probably doesn’t hurt sales at all.

Recent reading in Highsmith encourages me to continue with TLC, speaking of falling in love with her characters.  Yeah, me too, this time.

It took four hours to go to Wal-Mart, spend $127, and return with three heavy bags (on the bus).  This was without having to wait any significant amount of time (the longest wait was like fifteen minutes).  It took me that long to decide what I wanted, and to find it.  Some odd impulse purchases, including an electronic hand warmer and a vibrator—the latter being difficult to find (had to ask a number of salespersons), which could have been embarrassing, but I’m rather inured to such embarrassments these days.  As Gloucester says in King Lear, I’m brazed to it.

The vibrator is from “Sharper Image,” and it’s quite poorly designed.  First, it has three bumps, apparently the part that is supposed to contact your body, and they glow a reddish pink.  Why?  Second, the on-off switch is easily turned off by accident, indeed, it’s hard to avoid.  Third, the battery compartment is quite impossible to open bare-handed.  Finally, it runs on two AAA batteries—how long are those going to last?  Actually, the included batteries (labeled “Sharper Image”) seem to be going strong after twenty minutes or half an hour, so at least they’re not the super cheapest kind.  This gem sold for about nine bucks.

Not the one I bought

Why a vibrator, especially since I used to have one but eventually got rid of it?  The wild idea occurred to me that stimulation of the testicles might result in increased testosterone.  Worth a try, and besides, who wouldn’t want to vibrate their testes? [The above photo is as close as I could get to the one I bought; neglecting color, imagine the top part squashed down and tilted at about 45 degrees, without a waist.]

Copyright 2022 (text only) by Alan Carl Nicoll
All Rights Reserved

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