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Memories of Boston, in no particular order
– People everywhere stopping on the street and saying “Can I help you find something?” every time we pulled out a map. Boston people are just so damn…nice.
– Running around abandoned industrial sites, then swinging on the swings with wispfox. She’s really, really cool.
– The B&D Ball at Manray’s–a guy tried to pick up all three of us! It pays to set your sights high, I suppose…
– Hey, ectropy, did you know the satellite TV thingies they have in the seats on Song flights all run Embedded Red Hat Enterprise Edition? We saw ’em boot! I wanted to get a pic, but my CF card was full…
– And speaking of which, I finally got to meet ectropy in person! She is smart, which I knew, and funny, which I knew, and very cool, which I knew, and techiegeeky, which I knew…I just didn’t expect her to be so charmingly goofy. *charmed*
– Grabbing ladytabitha by the hair on our walk down the street, pinning her against the wall, and kissing her.
– ladytabitha doing the same thing to Shelly–prompting a woman to come out of a cafe and run screaming down the street after us shrieking “Disgusting! Disgusting!” at the top of her voice.
– Bonnie wants to help us find a place to live!!! Is that not the coolest thing ever?
– Curling up between Shelly and ladytabitha and falling asleep… *sigh*
– Running around near MIT at night, camera in hand, shooting black and white.
– Catching up with starkaudio–he still has the record of a very…err, interesting time in our lives. It’s going to be SO cool to live near him again! I’m really, really looking forward to it.
– Emack & Bolios.
There’s more, but it’s late, and I’m tired.
Peekchures!
Back from Boston, safe and sound, and with many, many pictures to share. These ones are just snapshots with the digital camera. I also did a real shoot with ladytabitha, which I have not had time to start processing and printing yet…I’ll post some of those when I do.
Lots more, cut for your sanity and for those of you on dial-up…some of these are NOT work-safe!
What a difference a few hours make!
So now my phone, which has not worked at all since our arrival in Boston, suddenly and mysteriously begins working. Weird.
And I have Internet access! I’m typing this message from the Deisel Cafe, which is exactly the sort of place you generally don’t see in Florida. Shelly’s reading the paper and whimpering “Soooo much culture!” as we wait to meet up with wispfox.
Unpacking the suitcase this morning, I discovered a note from TSA informing me that they’d randomly performed a hand-search on our bags, meaning they discovered the floggers, crop, paddles, knives, Wartenberg wheel, and other implements of destruction… ***very amused***
And wispfox has arrived, so off we go.
Okay, Boston peeples…
As it turns out, my cell phone does not work in Boston. At all. I can’t even fetch my voicemail.
Neither do I have reliable Internet access–I’m standing at a Kinko’s typing this right now, so email is out, also.
Thankfully, Shelly’s cell phone does work–as long as we’re not at ladytabitha‘s house. (While we’re in her house, Shelly gets no signal, but as soon as we leave, it’s all good, which means Shelly can at least check her voicemail.)
So anyone who needs to get in touch with us should use Shelly’s number.
Tonight, I have learned something.
I have learned that I can caulk my hands, the wall, the mirror, and any pets that don’t move quickly enough…
…but I cannot caulk a seam.
What the hell? It looks so simple!
Things and stuff
– Leaving for the airport and heading to Boston in about twelve hours and thirty-four minutes…but who’s counting? Looking forward to spending some time with ladytabitha and starkaudio, and meeting ectropy, roaming, and wispfox…who am I leaving out?
– Hey, ectropy, I have a purple gumball for you! It makes me happy.
– My archnemesis has a LiveJournal now! Say hello to datan0de. Leaving he and his family behind is going to be the single most difficult thing about moving to Boston…even though, on the good isde, it will be out of range of his fleet of killer satellite-based ion cannons. (Phase IIa, section 106(b) of my Master Plan involves getting them to move to Boston too…)
– Talking to the realtor today about listing the house. *sigh* Paperwork, so much paperwork…
Things that make you go “Hmm”…
Seen on the way to the Post Office near my house last Friday:
Bad Catholic church! Bad! Is it just me, or is this sort of thing kind of…err, creepy? Maybe it’s just me.
Steel and electricity
We arrived at the play party exactly on time Friday night, something of a surprise considering we hadn’t intended to go until the last minute. The turnout was fairly small, but they’d rearranged the place since the last time we’d been, and the new layout was somewhat inconvenient.
We weren’t the first ones to start playing that evening, which is rare’ consequently, we had to wait before the bench was available. I sat in a folding chair, waiting; she sat at my feet. To pass the time, I leaned down and reached around her body, pinning her against me, and slowly traced the very sharp point of my favorite knife along the sides of her neck, and slowly down between her breasts. She shivered but stayed very still.
When the bench became available, I laid her down face-down and continued, running the knife down along her back and over the soft skin of her inner thighs, leaving a faint welt behind.
It wasn’t long before she was in the place where all things are possible. I connected the body contact probe from the violet wand to myself, then continued with the knife; sparks leaped from the edge of the kife to her skin, causing her to shudder.
Then came the katana. A bule nimbus surrounded the edge of the sword as it travelled slowly over her body, leaving a faint white line behind. She gasped at every pass witht he sword, arching her back against the blade.
When her back, legs, and thighs were sensitive, I started with a very light cropping, tap-tap-tapping the crop over her ass and legs. She responded beautifully, squirming slightly, and moaning very softly.
When we were finally done, I massaged her, then we sat and cuddled while we watched a very lovely suspension/fireplay scene.
Things that make you go “Hmmm”
The complete text of an IM I received today, from a person I don’t recognize, in its entirety:
ChOpSteWy187: i got an idea go write a poem you fuckin fairy
Weird. Wonder if this person is the anonymous poster referenced in my last post?