Ok, some of you have pointed this out, and I realized I hadn't mentioned it. The best way to satisfy the Jock is to join a gym, right?
Folks, the nearest gym to me is an hour away if the traffic is non-existent, and it's a Curves. The nearest Male-Friendly gym is another hour farther. I don't have the money, or the patience, to do a 4hr round trip in order to work out.
It's one of the few things the Jock and Geek agree on: living three miles from the ass-end of Nowhere SUCKS.

Speaking of where I live: argh heat! And argh locusts! Turns out the sound of insects breeding, feeding, and dying are not conducive to a deep level of trance, and neither is heat stroke. So, I can't go outside to tan and listen to files until late in the afternoon, at which point the Mosquitoes, spawned on the May floods, begin their assault.

Ah, the American South in Summer. Fucking Lovely.

Speaking of fucking, the word not the act: My profanity has either greatly increased, or my ability to hold my tongue in my grandmother's presence has decreased. I know that Jock Takeover, at least, may be responsible.

Speaking of Jock Takeover, I've rearranged my file list so it comes sooner. Usually I've having trouble staying in trance when it comes along. By moving it to the front, after Cardigan's Deep Trance, I managed to stay under for most of it. Came to when The Jock started talking, though, probably because Luggy suddenly starts speaking much louder then. Yes, it's a fair representation of Jock speech patterns, but it's jarring. Anyway, I managed to get under and stay under for the rest of the files.

Speaking of files: I'm putting together the strongest combo I can for Saturday, which if all goes as planned, will be the day I let the Jock write this. I think I'm going to do it as a stream of consciousness. Well, I think of it as stream of consciousness. The Jock probably thinks of it as "FUCK PUNCTUATION." Still, don't expect much of the misspelling Grammar-Nazi's-Worst-Nightmare posts that other Jock journals have. I'm an AMAZING typist, and an awful lot of that is muscle memory, which the Jock doesn't touch.

Speaking of what the Jock touches(ah, puns), the Geek and the Jock will probably be working together this time next week at A-Kon. Lots of hot geek chicks looking to hook up, after all. I'll bring the geekiness, the Jock'll bring his cock, and we'll all be happy.

Speaking of speaking of, I did the first two segues like that without noticing it, and decided to roll with it.