Shannon Larratt is Zentastic

In North America (Canada and the USA) it is generally not permissable for a cosmetic surgeon to perform a subincision. As has been explained to me by doctors, the basic reason is that subincision is not inside our cultural norms, and thus a doctor that performs it puts their license at risk. You might find one that is willing to ignore the rules, and of course there are “underground” practitioners that are unaffected by AMA standards due to not being doctors, but as a general rule it is reasonable to say that performing a subincision is not an act that a doctor in North America may do.

Oh, and to set the foundation of my story, the purpose of a subincision is to expose the urethral nerves of the penis to more stimulation, and to widen and texturize the penis. That is, the goal of a subincision is to make sex feel better (and for both parties). It is a purely positive procedure.

However, one of the fastest growing sectors in cosmetic surgery is not subincision, but hymenoplasty, in which the vaginal hymen is artifically reconstructed. The singular and stated goal of hymenoplasty is to cause “pain and bleeding during intercourse” for the woman, and many women stop enjoying sex for long periods after the surgery — and to continue being clear, that is the goal. One patient quoted in the linked article, a medical assistant, calls it “the ultimate gift for the man who has everything”.

What kind of sick fuck of a man's ultimate gift is his wife's pain and suffering during sex? This isn't some fantasy BDSM lifestyle thing — this is normal people being sexually tortured in order to please some imaginary God… and the fact that the whole thing is built on deception makes it especially ironic, since it hammers home the fact that this isn't about God at all — it's about the Law of Man, about solidifying woman's place in society and relationships as a collector of agony for the amusement of rapists.

And don't get me started on men who cut off part of the penis of babies and then suck out the blood with their mouths (search for mezizah). Yeah, that's legal too. Seriously, the evil shit that people do in the name of God disgusts me. If a loving God exists, you can bet that God is 100% into subincision on adults, but is likely not thrilled about mutilated babies and abused women.

So no luck on transplanting the drives from my old laptop to my new one. As I mentioned, the old computer had a pair of 2.5″ 80gig S-ATA drives in a RAID mirror… Problem is, my new laptop has a pair of 2.5″ 100gig IDE drives, so the transplant is a no go.

Luckily Rachel, Jon, and Phil are all in the US and Canada right now and will be back soon, so at the end of the week I should be back up and runing if someone can pick up a 2.5″ external enclosure for a Serial-ATA notebook drive (ie. like this I think). For their reference, here are a couple photos of the drives so there's no confusion on the specific type of enclosure needed.

To be clear, that picture shows two drives stacked on top of each other (I haven't completely dismantled the machine or the dual-drive rails). The enclosure will only have to fit one of them of course, and there are two connectors (two drives) visible in the pictures.

This does mean that the end-of-year posting will be pushed back a few days because the data I need to confirm the winners are on those drives.

Today in search of someone to fix the transmission problems on my Manta Montage (which is built around a Chevy 350 V8 mated to a mid-80s Porsche 5-speed transmission) I went out with my mechanic to the wrecking yard district about four kilometers outside La Paz… As you would expect, it's legions of old cars scattered in haphazard piles amidst immense ancient cacti on the desert hills, and in the middle of this graveyard are open air mechanics shops performing Frankensteinian miracles in building pristine auto componets from all the death.

I'll try and take a picture next time I head back (which will be Wednesday).

Perhaps inspired by that, I think I may attempt surgery on my laptop today… Unless I'm missing something, I should be able to transplant on of the mirrored drives into my new laptop and get back up and running with minimal effort. Other than that I'll be working on the year-end shirts today, although unfortunately until I pull the data off the downed computer I won't have exact numbers as to who's on those top-contributor lists.

I'm feeling lonely* already because Rachel is out of town (getting one of her sleeves finally completed among other things) for a few days (thankfully she's back by New Year's, which is the fifth anniversary of when we met), and the only “person” here in the house is a tiny yet giant pain in the ass that insists on sleeping in my lap all day long. To be clear I'm talking about Rachel's chihuahua, Tater.

But it's OK, he's a charming little fellow. Photo c/o Jon.

* No offense intended to Saira, Michael, Rafael, and my other friends here in La Paz!