Here we go again Dec 26, 2007 7:48 am Mood: 29, 342 Views So after a long hiatus I have at last returned. Boy my life has changed a lot! The last time I posted was so long ago, it wasn't even funny. But I was reading over my posts and realized that I enjoyed writing them, and so my blog will be multipurpose now. My beloved phenders is a long way away from me at the moment, and he wanted me to start using this blog again. Over the last couple of months, we joined a local BDSM group. Shortly thereafter, he left for a time, and gave me permission to continue to attend, make friends and play to my heart's content while he was gone. I have a few rules. Firstly, no penetration, of any orifice with the genitalia of any gender's body. Even though technically, cunnilingus isn't penetration, its easier to just group that in. Sexual touch of genitals is a no no. No complete nudity. So generally for hot tubs I wear a thong and bra/pasties/electrical tape, etc. Let's see. So he wanted me to start a journal on what I've learned while he was away. The goal is, I get to have a lot of fun, so that when he comes back, I can have one of the local experts show him how to use all of my favorite toys. Yum Yum! That will sum up this first blog and the next one will start my journey into learning what I like as a submissive. Eventually, we'll be adding what I like as a dominant too, but that's for my personal joy joys only, I don't top my hubby. smoochies! 2 Comments

Broken Coffee Pot Jul 28, 2005 9:05 am Mood: 103, 2170 Views I always thought those things were supposed to last forever. Ah well. It fried itself when it clogged and overflowed into the circuits or something. For those of you who have been wondering where I am, I thought you at least deserved an update I have been doing my geeky thing. There was a convention last Saturday for everything!! Anime, Star Trek, Fantasy and Sci-fi authors signing books, my gaming group had a table, Renaissance erm, players, of a sort. Compare it to a boffer LARP and then give 'em more realistic weapons, real armor and a more family-oriented event. They have a practice coming up and I think I'd like to go! Anyway. My newest geek fad is Magic: The Gathering. For those of you who don't know, Magic is a collectable card game (CCG) and vaguely resembles Dungeons and Dragons, which is why I play it. Instead of building a deck and really playing, I actually am enjoying collecting and sorting more. For some reason, building my card database, and sorting all my cards, alphabetically, was very soothing and made me relax. On top of that I've been inspired. After speaking to a couple of authors at Fantasci, I got an answer that made me re-examine something. Apparently, pretty much all authors think their work sucks before they send it in. To quote one (I will not name names) "The more they stink, the more they sell!" Which is hilarious. I can recall a story about a certain author writing under a nom-de-plume on a bet to write a story so bad, it couldn't get published. Not only did it get published, but there's a series! (It isn't even half bad) So, I decided to sit back down, take a look at stories I've written. I created a whole new world from scratch, because I wasn't happy with the one I had, etc and so on. Its been a lot of work. One short story is in the editing process, and one is being written. My biggest problem is the fact that magazines are probably my best best for short stories, right? I'm having a helluva time getting them short enough!! 3,000 words is a lot shorter than you'd think! Ah well, that's my update, thank you all. I find that my desire to blog drops drastically when I spend all day typing or writing on a story, so I may not post quite as often, but will try to keep updated. 4 Comments

Its never enough, is it? Jul 21, 2005 9:48 am 2234 Views You would think, that the first bombings in London would be enough to scare people to terrorist satisfaction. You would think that seeing the uproar people go into, they would be happy. But no. Its not enough, its never enough. America is still in Iraq, Infidels still exist, and terrorists still have access to bombs. I have no suggestions for how to make it stop, and I hate feeling that there is nothing, no contribution I can make. My deepest sympathies go to those with family and friends in London. My best hopes and prayers go to those who live in London. Not only have some of them just lost friends and relatives, but all Londoners have a second tragedy to deal with now. I pray that you are safe and remain so, and that maybe this time, they have gotten the taste for blood they want. You know what? I really wish I could sit some of these angry fucking terrorists down, tie them all to chairs, and make them watch endless amounts of Star Trek until they get world peace through their fucking skulls. Yes, its science fiction, but dammit, its a picture of a world where people actually worked together to accomplish their goals, where the Earth has united and together reached beyond our wildest dreams of travel and exploration. I say brainwash these people into being Trekkies. Gah! I'm split in two. Half of me is crying and mourning, and the other half wants to go kick some ASS!!! Its not the answer, obviously, but I'm pretty fucking pissed off right now. 2 Comments

Rest in Peace Scotty Jul 21, 2005 9:38 am Mood: 99, 2215 Views So I'm a day late, I am not very good at keeping up to date with the news. James Doohan died yesterday at the age of 85. The cause of death was pneumonia and Alzheimer's. I had never had the opportunity to read over all of the things he had done in his life (I was not so much of a geek that I bought his autobiography), and was amazed to find that he fought at D-day! I will never forget the character Scotty, having grown up with Trekkie parents. I most clearly remember Scotty armed with a 'traditional highland Claymore' (which was not a Claymore at all!). Its funny, I never really watched the origial series enough to be sure, but wasn't that the alternate universe episode? Classic. Personally, I watched more of The Next Generation (I'm a heretic, I know, I just couldn't stand William Shatner's acting). And one of my favorite episodes of all time was the one where they rescued Captain Scott from a repeating transporter loop in a wrecked vessel. He drank green whiskey, told many great stories, and gave Geordi great advice. "You cannae tell them the right time it will take to fix it! You have to tell them a longer time so that you look like a miracle worker when its done sooner!" Ok, not exact quote, but I don't have a VCR and all of my episodes (my brother got the original series) are on VHS. I'm working on it, dammit. I know that all day, people are going to be telling their favorite Star Trek episodes, and since most of my friends are geeks like me, I know its something I'm going to be hearing about all day. Stories about their favorite lines, episodes, when they met James Doohan at a convention (yes, I know people who have. The chick who played Deanna Troi was at the one I went to)... etc and so on. What surprises me the most about today, is that when I checked my friends' webcomic, they had posted a drawing of him and a beautiful line: "Mission log complete, one to beam up." I'm sure that its going to get old soon, hearing that James Doohan was "beamed up." James Doohan requested that his remains be launched into space like those of Gene Roddenberry's. I think that is a wonderful thing. I believe I have gone on long enough, which is nice because I'm not crying anymore. I never thought about how much I cared, and was entirely surprised to find out how much it mattered to me. There aren't too many actors out there that have touched me enough so that I had more of an "wow, that is very sad," reaction. Madeline Khan was one, DeForest Kelly, obviously another. Have a nice day everyone. My sympathies about the London bombings will be seperate from this. 2 Comments

Little better now Jul 15, 2005 11:16 am Mood: 31, 2173 Views So I called Harley... again. Apparently there was a shift in management and that they were "going in a different direction." They were sending letters to the people they *didn't* want back. so far, no letter, which is a good sign. I need to take clippers to my white fluffy bastard again. I'll have to take a picture and post it up here. He looks so pathetic all shaven. And I mean a cat, not a pussy . I'm not that blonde. I'm hungry now. I don't know what I want to eat, but I am definitely hungry. And out of coffee since I actually had to share it today... so more is brewing. On a positive note, I did get a chance to talk to a couple from alt.com. phenders and I went and had a couple of drinks with them at a local restaurant, and it seemed like all four of us were on the same wavelength. Sometime soon we're going to be getting together again, and I'm really looking forward to it. Half of me is scared, because the other half is revelling in the fact that I will be a training device. Heh. I will be training, and so will phenders. He's more learning how to be safe with the more dangerous devices that we in the sadist/masochistic world enjoy so very, very much. That's all for now folks. Same time, next time. Same bat time, same bat channel. 0 Comments

Just a rant. Jul 15, 2005 8:44 am Mood: 26, 2147 Views So what am I bored for today? Not much really. Its becoming a rather blah day. I've fallen off the wagon smoking. Joy. Kinda hard to keep dealing with it when nothing really seems to matter aboutmy health and exercise. Not like it helped much. I'm enjoying my time at the house with no one around. Rather soothing, when I'm not removing cats from aquariums and transplanting half a garden into a tub for Podlet. I guess being depressed is what's making me so tired. Would make sense. My roommate sold the car I was using (he was going to, I just wasn't expecting it because he hadn't cleaned it yet). So the new owners are going to come pick it up sometime. Which means its time to go spend a lot of money on mine. Joy. And I've called Harley, being told that the manager doesn't work there anymore, but the other person I can talk to is in a meeting and she'll call me back. No calls. I'm actually kind of tired being ignored. I want this job. And its kind of been a loooong time. They put the hiring sign back up. I'm not sure what that means, except that the batch of applicants they had weren't good enough. I'm hoping that not all of us were that bad. ah well. 0 Comments

Apparently, today is for rambling Jul 13, 2005 7:59 am Mood: 29, 2130 Views My brain is tired and so are my fingers. Last night was far too late a night, again. I know I'll be able to ramble on endlessly, but perhaps at some point in this I'll find a reason I'm posting at all, aside from some unasked-for addiction, a need to put words onto paper. Or a screen, as may be. I can't really feel these words, they're coming out so slowly that each one is like a drop within drops. What's that, you might ask? Watch when a drop of water hits more water. It makes a pretty splash and little tiny drops. I've always felt a little sorry for those drops. I mean, they don't really make drops of their own, nor do they make pretty splashes. Heck, then don't even really make rings around themselves. Everyone notices the big splash. Such a catch phrase, don't you think? Someone who makes a big splash, a stunning effect, more than your average joe, who dances around our star. Our poor joes. Joes. Little droplets. Ha. So anyway. Our little joes dance forever around their star, tiny droplets who exist for but a brief second in time. No one will ever remember them like they do the star, but the star will not be nearly as striking without the average joe behind it. And that leads us to our new question... Striking? That's what a lot of us do here, right? How many of us are open to it, how many of us share what we have completely? Do we have joes and Stars? Perhaps a female Domme, in her liquid-shiny latex, 6 inch heels and face of a Goddess perched upon a body that men crawl and weep for. Surrounding her are her slaves, men who kneel and cower, awaiting her every word. Would the lights show in her skin and hair so clearly if they weren't flourescents she was so perfectly posed beneath? Would her glory be freakish, or unnoticed, if there hadn't been men willing to bow before her and call her "Mistress?" At the same point. A woman, wearing silks in rapid motion, twirling 'round and 'round. She glitters with dust and sweat, the collar around her neck grayed with it. Is her special allure the fact that her Master bade her dance for the men around the table? That she must continue, regardless of her exhaustion, until he allows her to stop? Or is it titillating to know that if he is displeased, he might command her to another man for the night, instead of being rewarded with His embrace? Ah, who knows? I'm just rambling. Have a nice day. Damn I can't draw a Kilroy. 0 Comments

Happy birthday my love Jul 8, 2005 1:26 pm Mood: 33, 2389 Views Happy birthday (obviously) to my dear husband phenders. May you have many many more years of health and joy, and may I be there to enjoy them beside you. So *I* got the first present today! My dedicated love, while mowing the lawn (we're having a party tomorrow... it needed it), ran over a snake. Poor reptile. But luckily, another cold-blooded cute critter managed to avoid the wrath of the choppy machine! His(her?) name is Podlet. If you've ever seen "Walking with Dinosaurs" the BBC production, you might remember the episode about the Jurassic sauropods. Brachiosaurus, apatosaurus...so on and so forth. Well, the beginning has a lady dino laying eggs. And then they hatch!! The narrator refers to the baby dinos as "Sauropodlets." And then they flee to the deep forest their mother couldn't get into for safety amongst the undergrowth. But, the kicker is beautiful. As they run, their little butts wiggle soooo cute! Have you ever seen a puppy about 6 weeks or so, running as fast as his puppy legs can carry him? Soooo cute!! Pretty much nothing cheers me up as fast as the word "sauropodlet." Well, unfortunately, Podlet is not a dinosaur. On the good side, we couldn't afford to feed a growing apatosaurus. They grow a LOT. Podlet is named, obviously after a sauropodlet. I can only hope its a girl. My husband gave me three names to choose from; Podlet, Rex and B.T. BT would is short for "B----(name removed)'s turtle" And you guessed it! A turtle! An eastern box turtle to be exact, and I could find the scientific name if you really wanted. He/she is about 2" long or so. Lovely markings all over the shell and a very distinctive bright reddish-orange front legs. Teeny tiny, but not a hatchling tiny. So now he/she is in a temporary terrarium (with me watching the temp and humidity) with dirt (well, potting soil, it was cleaner), a little "pond", a sloping tall piece of wood as kind of a "lean-to." Let's see what else, oh yes, some Cretaceous fossil sponges that make a nice little burrow area for him, plus some various grass I "planted" until I have safe non-toxic plants to put in his new home (which will be much larger than the tank he is in now). He has a sumptous dinner of dandelion leaves, grapes, peach, the very very end bits of green onion, the green not the white end. Peas too. I don't know if I have to kill the slugs when I give those to him, because the ones here are almost as big as he is. Crickets are hard to find this year. I am SO not spending the day digging for worms while its husband's birthday. I think I will boil some chicken later for it and chop some tiny pieces. His mouth is so small I had to chop up the grapes . Anyway, that's all about Podlet. For dinner we are going to have Fish Tacos. Don't laugh, I swear its true!! I made a peach salsa (rather nice) to go with it. For dessert we are having strawberries, peaches and oranges with whipped cream, and an Eiswine. I've never had Eiswine before, and I'm a little daunted that it might be too sweet for my taste. We shall see. Tomorrow is our BIG BBQ to belatedly celebrate our wedding with all of the people who couldn't make it to Austin. And those of whom we didn't invite because we didn't want to take the chance that they would show up and we'd have to feed them. Sorry guys, it's true. I'm a stingy bitch, get used to it. Lots of booze, people, food, grilling... yay!! Maybe presents lol. phenders gets his present tonight with dinner or desert. I'll tell you tomorrow what it is if he doesn't. Wow I think that's it for now, for yay for an exciting and fun weekend! By the way, that kitten is named "Roswell." Super alien kitty or something. 3 Comments

Rocks for Jocks Jul 6, 2005 10:36 am Mood: 87, 2398 Views Ok this post is out there for those of you who know what a rock-hound I can be. Top 10 Signs You Might Be A Geologist 10. You have ever had to response "yes" to the question, "What have you got in here, rocks?" 9. You have ever taken a 15-passenger van over "roads" that were really intended only for cattle. 8. You have ever found yourself trying to explain to airport security that a rock hammer isn't really a weapon. 7. Your rock garden is located inside your house. 6. You have ever hung a picture using a Brunton as a level, and your rock hammer as your hammer. 5. Your collection of beer cans and/or bottles rivals the size of your rock collection. 4. You consider a "recent event" to be anything that has happened in the last hundred thousand years. 3. Your photos include people only for scale and you have more pictures of your rock hammer and lens cap than of your family. 2. You have ever been on a field trip that included scheduled stops at a gravel pit and/or a liquor store. And the #1 sign you might be a geologist: 1. You have ever uttered the phrase "Have you tried licking it?" with no sexual connotations involved. So maybe most of these are only funny to freaks like me, but some of them are still funny to the general population. And boy do geologists love booze. 5 Comments

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