The good, the bad, and the kinky

The Good:

Back in Florida, finally. No more 20-degree weather!

On the plane ride back, i sat next to a man who works in the field of injection molding. We talked about doing a production run of Symphony cases by injection molding, which could end up saving rather a lot of money. And to think I don’t believe in fate…

Spending a quiet and intimate New Year’s with kellyv, Shelly, smoocherie, and a handful of other close friends.

Thursday, I get to see an old friend from Seattle I haven’t seen in almost seven years.

Saturday, leaving with Shelly for San Francisco!

The Bad:

Stuffy head, headache…please, God, let it be allergies, not an oncoming cold.

The Kinky:

A certain girlfriend who shall remain nameless for the moment has been very, very bad in my absence. Not only has she failed to complete the assignment I left for her while I was away, but she has also had an unauthorized orgasm as well.

So now she needs to be disciplined. It’s unfortunate, but this sort of disobedience can’t be allowed to slide. Clearly, she needs to be punished severely or she will continue this behavior. I may post more on this matter later.

Of cats and honesty

This morning, I was yelled at most thoroughly by Lucy, one of my inlaws’ cats.

I don’t know what I did to provoke her, but she was certainly unhappy about something, and let me know about it in no uncertain terms–sitting at my feet and yowling up at me before turning her back on me and walking away. I could swear that cat did it contemptuously, too.

Most animals love me. These cats are the rare exception.

At least the cat is more honest than I am–and than my inlaws are.

We’ve been spending the week being civil to one another, and trying very hard to pretend that we don’t have complete and utter disdain for one another’s philosophies, habits, attitudes, beliefs, and likely future destination. It’s driving me crazy. I’ve been hiding in the computer room, working on my web site and staying the hell out of everyone’s way.

New Years will be spent with my intentional family–kellyv, Shelly, and her sweeties smoocherie and Fritz. It should be a much more relaxed and comfortable time–and one I’m really looking forward to.

I’m leaving for San Francisco on the morning of January 4, where I’ll be for a week. Still haven’t booked my hotel reservations yet, because I’m a bad person. Back in time for PolyTampa, then down to Miami for a graphics show. The merry-go-round, she still be spinnin’…

First, though, surviving the next few days with the inlaws and their cats.

I know it when I see it!

According to lordfuckbeast, I’m jaded. To be fair, he claims he’s jaded as well; but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s right. I am jaded.

Jaded enough, at least, that a trip to the sex-toy store isn’t really anything particularly special. It’s just like shopping for anything else…”Let’s see, I need a set of nipple clamps, better pick up a dildo while I’m here…hmm, now I have to go put gas in my car and drop off the movies at Blockbuster…”

But not so jaded that nothing cranks my motor.

Last week, I bought a very nice leather crop as a Christmas gift for Shelly, the new and utterly unexpected person in my life. Rather than buy it at a toy store, where it would no doubt be higher in cost and lower in quality, I went shopping for her at a tack store.

I’ve never been in a tack store before. And once I walked in the door, it was a positively pornographic.

My God. The leather, the crops, the whips…I’d barely made it three steps in the door before tmy heart was racing and my hands were sweating and my…never mind. I felt like a kid who’s never been to a candy store–nay, never even imagined a candy store…before.

So now I’m on their mailing list. 🙂 And the world is a slightly more dangerous place…

On being an object of lust

Friday, I was charged with bringing a client’s Apple G4 desktop system to the local Apple service center for repair; the cache RAM had failed and the computer was still under warranty.

The Apple store is in a local mall. The mall was, as you might expect, quite busy.

I have a lousy sense of direction. This means I parked on the wrong side of the mall, and had to lug the computer–all 42 pounds(!) of it–all the way through the mall.

It was an interesting lesson in lust and covetousness.

I got stares, covert and overt, of pure distilled lust; whistles; and all manner of attention. Interesting side note: It’s not just men who covet fast computers; women do too, in about equal numbers.

Sadly, it was for the computer, not for me. And yet, strangely, I didn’t really care. I rather liked the attention anyway. Even from people who would no doubt have been quite pleased to useme for my computer. And even though it wasn’t even my computer to begin with.

Hmm. What does that say about me?

Some thoughts on language

From an unknown source, possibly George Carlin:

Four for Fore

We’ll begin with a box, and the plural is boxes;
but the plural of ox became oxen not oxes.
One fowl is a goose, but two are called geese,
yet the plural of house is houses, not hice.
If the plural of man is always called men,
why shouldn’t the plural of pan be called pen?

If I spoke of my foot and show you my feet,
and give you a boot, would a pair be called beet?
If one is a tooth and a whole set are teeth,
why shouldn’t the plural of booth be called beeth?

Then one may be that, and three would be those,
yet hat in the plural would never be hose,
and the plural of cat is cats, and not cose.

We speak of a brother and also of brethren,
but we say mother, we never say methren
Then the masculine pronouns are he, his and him,
but imagine the feminine, she, shis and shim.

So here are some reasons to be grateful if you learned to speak English by immersion:

>The bandage was wound around the wound.
>The farm was used to produce produce.
>The dump was so full that it had to refuse more refuse.
> He could lead if her would get the lead out.
> The soldier decided to desert his dessert in the desert.
> Since there is no time like the present, he thought it was time to present the present.
> At the Army base, a bass was painted on the head of a bass drum.
> When shot at, the dove dove into the bushes.
> I did not object to the object.
> The insurance was invalid for the invalid.
> There was a row among the row of oarsmen about how to row.
> The buck does funny things when the does are present.
> After a number of Novocain injections, my jaw got number.

Let’s face it – English is tough.

There is no egg in eggplant not ham in hamburger; neither apple or pine in pineapple. English muffins weren’t invented in England or French Fries in France. Sweetmeats are candies while sweetbreads, which aren’t so sweet, are meat.

We find that quicksand can work slowly, boxing rings are square and a guinea pig is neither from Guinea nor is it a pig. And why is it that writers write but fingers don’t fing, grocers don’t groce and hammers don’t ham?

Doesn’t it seem strange that you can make amends but not one amend? If you have a bunch of odds and ends and get rid of all but one, what do you call it? If teachers taught, why didn’t preachers praught? If a vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a humanitarian eat?

In what other language do people recite at a play and play at a recital? Ship by truck and send cargo by ship? Have noses that run and feet that smell? How can a slim chance and a fat chance be the same, while a wise man and a wise guy are opposites?

You have to marvel at the unique lunacy of a language in which your house can burn up as it burns down, in which you fill in a form by filling it out and in which an alarm goes off by going on, and when the stars are out, they are visible, but when a light is out, it’s invisible.

A dilemma

How do you write about one of the best weekends you’ve ever had?

A simple chronology doesn’t seem to do it justice: My new girlfriend S came over on Friday night, we went out to a goth club, spent the afternoon together with kellyv Saturday, my ‘other’ girlfriend M came over Saturday night, we hosted PolyTampa Sunday, went out to dinner with S’s other significant others afterward.

The weekend as I remeber it isn’t really a chronology anyway. It’s more like a series of impressions, strung together like beads on a necklace:

Making out with S, who normally is moe inhibited about public displays of affection, on the deep couch on the edge of the dance floor, while alternating scenes from “Tron” and “A Clockwork Orange” play on the screens over our heads

Her hands and lips and tongue on me later that night

Waking up to the smell of kellyv‘s cooking the next morning, spending a lazy afternoon curled up on the couch getting some serious cuddle time in

M’s whirlwind arrival, and the first real in-depth conversation she and S have had; delighting in how well they get along together

M crawling into bed very late in the morning, waking me up just enough to untangle and curl up with her; falling asleep again between her and S

S’s teeth on my neck that morning, arousing me from my sleep; her evil giggle and her Wy don’t you see if M is awake?

The look of sleepy delight on M’s face when, voyeur that she is, she woke to S’s soft moans

kellyv laughing: I hear you! I know you’re awake!

Discovery: Yes, three people can fit in the upstairs shower; finding out how much fun it is to be sandwiched between two soapy bodies

More kellyv cooking; later, a house full of friends

Dinner, and conversation: Philosophy, mishaps with liquid-fuelled model rockets, plans for a trip to Atlanta for decadent chocolate fondue

More extended cuddle time with kellyv that night, and Monday morning

Flirting with S on the Webcam while getting ready for work

Even that doesn’t do it justice, not really. I feel very blessed and very fortunate to have made the connections I have made in my life, and that the people around me have chosen to share a part of their lives with me.

Hold on, boys and girls, this merry-go-round is FLYIN’…

And where she stops, no one knows…

Last Thursday and Friday: Spent some time in Port. St. Lucie, across the state, setting up a computer network for a client. Met the new person in my life out there; she spent the night with me.

Her: You just love to torture yourself and everyone around you, don’t you? (Yes, in a good way. Sometimes, the anticipation of a thing can make the consumation of that thing so much more intense…)

Saturday: PolyTampa Christmas party. Spent some more time with her and with a number of other friends, where we carried on a lively and spirited discussion on the merits of my plan to build a full-sized, working trebuchet, a piece of seige equipment used to destroy castle walls during the Middle Ages.

Her: I’ve changed sides. I agree with Kelly…you shouldn’t build a trebuchet.
Me: You can’t do that! You’ve already agreed to be my henchman.

After the party, she and her two significant others spent the night with kellyv and I. And Kelly cooked breakfast for everyone…

Me: Bacon is one of the things that makes life worth living.
Her: I don’t eat mammal.
Me: Yeah, but…it’s bacon!

Sunday afternoon: lordfuckbeast and I discussed plans to attend AVN in January, the large yearly sex toy convention held in Las Vegas.

Her: AVN! I so want to go.
Him: Okay, but you won’t get to see much of the show. I’m going to keep you in the booth and give you orders.

Sunday night: Photo shoot for the new Web site some friends and I are working on. Midnight nudity in busy downtown Tampa.

Security guard: You’ll have to leave. No photography is permitted in this parking lot.
Him: Why, is this a SENSITIVE parking lot?

The next few weeks are going to be chaos, distilled, refined, and concentrated into its purest essence. Virginia in two weeks, for obligatory visits to the inlaws, then on to San Francisco on January 4th, and Las Vegas (if all goes well) on January 9. Miami in the end of January. Meetings, business, parties, and other ancillary chaos-related accessories between now and then.

Life should be lived to its fullest. All things to excess. Moderation is for monks.