A View from the Floor

Working on a Sunday morning (ok, shut it. I know it’s afternoon. I slept until twelve thirty!) should feel icky.  For some reason, I don’t really mind.  Probably because I do all my favorite stuff on Sundays; schedule posts, organize my week, make lists.  And the few hours I work on Sunday I get more done than I do in an eight or ten hour day the rest of the week.  No interruptions! Plus, like right now, I’m uploading a video for a video review and I can write here while it’s processing – which I don’t find time to do during the week cuz other stuff grabs... 

I started the month so strong, posting every day.  Now? It’s been over a week! Bad me! You’d think with the four day weekend I’d have had time to do some reviews or posts or…  something.  But no.  Things have been crazy hectic.  Between finishing up my shopping on the 23rd and working a half day on the 24th and Christmas Eve, birthday and Christmas Day celebrations I just couldn’t find the time.  And yesterday?  I played a lot of bejeweled, read most of a book and went shopping.  Today?  Met friends who moved to Vegas a few years back, who were in town for... 

So there’s this commercial that has women the interwebz over acting all crazy and “aw, snap, no fuckin’ way, I’d kill him/cut off his balls/kick him out of bed for eternity” and whatnot. It’s a PSA from CBS and it’s about 15 seconds long.  Just a guy, suggesting that scheduling a Pap smear for your loved one for Christmas is a hell of a gift. Here, watch. Sort of silly, right?  Certainly not what I’d want as my one and only gift for Christmas.  But, really, in general?  Is it that bad? Maybe it’s because of my particular relationship dynamic... 

So I wanted more corn chowder but didn’t have all the stuff to make it. Oh.  Did I not mention that I’m on a corn chowder kick and ate a whole pot in two days?  No? I did.  And two days later wanted more.  I’m addicted.  Pathetically addicted. So I took this bag of Something or Other Creek cream of potato soup mix, added the water it called for, a half a bag of frozen corn, a diced jalapeno and some cayenne pepper. It was yummy! Totally amazed that adding stuff could make a bag of dehydrated soup taste so good. And then I ate it all in two days again.  With these flakey... 

Nothing, really, to say. Weekend was fab. Play party was fun.  And this?  This was from a simple OTK. Sitting is not fun! Life has been super busy lately so updates have been few and far between.  I sorry!  I promise I’ll write more soon! I have overdue reviews and even a rant or two brewing, just no time. Or no energy. Or something….  Read More →

I remember a time when I would get itchy and twitchy for pain.  It would gnaw at me, tear at me, cause me to become manic and wild eyed with the need. I have not felt that in a long time. I wish I could pinpoint a single reason for it, a single, simple thing that I could fix. Yes, fix.  Yes, the gnawing, twisted, insane need felt better to me than what I feel now.  Somehow, somewhere, I shut down. Partially, I think it happened when we went thru our little dry spell a number of years back.  We went from pretty regular play to none at all.  None.  For a long time.  Like a year, I think.  Living... 

Ok. I have NO idea what’s up with my photo plug in but it’s doing weird stuff on that last post. So.  Take two. Flopped out on the bed with the laptoppy.  See the purty cupping bruises?  Ignore the fat ass. :P Cupping was way more fun than I thought it would be.  Relaxing…  right up until they started MOVING them around my back!  Read More →

So I’m cruising around FetLife this morning and I’m all blinking at my monitor, making gaping fish faces and pretty much sitting here slack jawed. Holy hell. There are a whole lot of people I like on Fet but, for the most part, it’s become a cesspit of retardation. I read no less than ten posts in my short wanderings over there where someone used the lispy text “twue” or “swave”, usually both in the same sentence. You know, that “You think there is only one, twue way to do things so I’m going to lisp as I make fun of you because, don’t... 

You know Rayne from Insatiable Desire? Her post went up late and she needs some folks to help her play catch up! Go take a look at her contest entry story over on Extreme Restraints and give her a chance to win, eh?  All those folks had a head start so she deserves some of our love and support.  Click. Look.  That’s all you have to do.  It’s even fairly safe for work!  Read More →