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15 years ago
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Kyoo no tema wa kore desu....
1) Your arts & journals
One of many inconveniences of not having internets at home is not being able to stay current with FA. Today I had whole hours to kill online, with very little interruption--but maddeningly slow interwebz. And over 2500 images, stories, songs, etc that I haven't so much as looked at. Getting caught up was simply impossible--even something as simple as "check all on this page"/"erase all checked" was at a snail's pace. I more or less gawked at about 100 at random.
I feel guilty for not giving everything the attention it deserves. I know I must have blithely skipped some stunning or important pieces I'll regret missing. Please, if you've posted something in the past 3 months that you'd like me to look at, post a link here or in a note--especially for anyone who's posted an art-swap.
2) Maddie
I still miss my dog. I don't miss the hair, but damn I miss my Maddie. I find that I even depended on her for odd things without even knowing it. heres' just one stupid example: I've burned or boiled-over more things in the past few months than I have in years. The first few times I was confused. I'm a semi-decent cook; why was I messing up so much? I suddenly realized it was because Maddie wasn't there to tell me about it in time.
Somewhere in the distant past, Maddie had taken on the duty of Kitchen Timer without me even realizing it. I imagine Maddie figured out that some of the ruined cooking would end up in her food-dish. Whenever something was about to boil over, or *just* started to burn, Maddie would alert me to it. I'd pet her for it, which only reinforced the duty the dog had created for herself. She developed a rather good sense of timing on regular dishes. Over the years, I've gotten in the habit of leaving the stove unattended. I never really thought about it. It was entirely the dog's doing.
3) Nekkidity
Hob & I have now gone to Mira Vista, a local nudie resort, 3 times. I've played water-volleyball, carved a pumpkin, goofed about in the water, read a book, gone walkies, bird-watched, chatted with other folks in a very long hot-tub, fooled around in that selfsame hot-tub with Hob in flagrant disregard for the rules while everyone else took off for dinner, and enjoyed all of it immensely.
I'd go more often if it wasn't so pricey -- but as Hob has said, the price tag helps keep away the frat-boys who would just want to come to look at titties & snicker. As it is, the people there truly embrace the nudist lifestyle.
Being nekkid amongst other positive-minded nekkid people is both enervating & relaxing. Everyone is low-key. Nobody is made to feel inadequate or panted-after (and frankly as freakish as my appearance is, that says a lot for the people there ^_~). Not to say there isn't the occasional look-see (I myself admit to checking out the occasional spankable ass). There is a world of difference between an appreciative glance & salacious ogling. Last time Hob & I went, 2 guys obviously checked out by boobs. Not in a leering, giggity-giggity way, but a complimentary Hmmm, nice rack way. At my boobs! My saggy, sub-standard breasticals! This did wonderful things for my ego.
I think more of us would have much better self-esteem if they went to a nudist resort (particularly those who think they or their body parts are unattractive, or have body dysmorphia).
I'm also enjoying having a general beige-ifying of my pasty white-girl skin-- although I doubt I'll ever be able to boast the bronzed sun-deity look many of the naturists are sporting. I'm developing the opinion that tanned boobies are happy boobies. Mine sure look happier now that they have some color to them.
4) Hair Fail
Earlier this year, I gave up on keeping my hair past-shoulder length. I concluded that my hair just doesn't like Arizona. So, I got a much-shorter cut with lots of layering. Suddenly, I had Happy Hair again! I was pleased as all get-out over it. Sadly, when it was time for a trim a month or so ago, things went awry. The stupid bint have me a bob, or a wedge. I went back & had a long discussion, which also included drawings, before letting them try to correct the mistake. The result? A much-shorter wedge. My hair is the shortest it's been since the 1980's. It's lifeless & sulky. I've been suffering while waiting for it to grow out long enough to correct the errors made. But at least for the summer, I had Happy Hair, and I know that with the correct layering it shall be happy again.
5) King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters is my new favorite documentary. Even if you didn't grow up in the golden age of video game arcades like I did, even if you don't like documentaries, I'm pretty sure you will appreciate & enjoy it.
5) Ohio!!!
I can't wait i can't wait i can't wait!!
One of many inconveniences of not having internets at home is not being able to stay current with FA. Today I had whole hours to kill online, with very little interruption--but maddeningly slow interwebz. And over 2500 images, stories, songs, etc that I haven't so much as looked at. Getting caught up was simply impossible--even something as simple as "check all on this page"/"erase all checked" was at a snail's pace. I more or less gawked at about 100 at random.
I feel guilty for not giving everything the attention it deserves. I know I must have blithely skipped some stunning or important pieces I'll regret missing. Please, if you've posted something in the past 3 months that you'd like me to look at, post a link here or in a note--especially for anyone who's posted an art-swap.
2) Maddie
I still miss my dog. I don't miss the hair, but damn I miss my Maddie. I find that I even depended on her for odd things without even knowing it. heres' just one stupid example: I've burned or boiled-over more things in the past few months than I have in years. The first few times I was confused. I'm a semi-decent cook; why was I messing up so much? I suddenly realized it was because Maddie wasn't there to tell me about it in time.
Somewhere in the distant past, Maddie had taken on the duty of Kitchen Timer without me even realizing it. I imagine Maddie figured out that some of the ruined cooking would end up in her food-dish. Whenever something was about to boil over, or *just* started to burn, Maddie would alert me to it. I'd pet her for it, which only reinforced the duty the dog had created for herself. She developed a rather good sense of timing on regular dishes. Over the years, I've gotten in the habit of leaving the stove unattended. I never really thought about it. It was entirely the dog's doing.
3) Nekkidity
Hob & I have now gone to Mira Vista, a local nudie resort, 3 times. I've played water-volleyball, carved a pumpkin, goofed about in the water, read a book, gone walkies, bird-watched, chatted with other folks in a very long hot-tub, fooled around in that selfsame hot-tub with Hob in flagrant disregard for the rules while everyone else took off for dinner, and enjoyed all of it immensely.
I'd go more often if it wasn't so pricey -- but as Hob has said, the price tag helps keep away the frat-boys who would just want to come to look at titties & snicker. As it is, the people there truly embrace the nudist lifestyle.
Being nekkid amongst other positive-minded nekkid people is both enervating & relaxing. Everyone is low-key. Nobody is made to feel inadequate or panted-after (and frankly as freakish as my appearance is, that says a lot for the people there ^_~). Not to say there isn't the occasional look-see (I myself admit to checking out the occasional spankable ass). There is a world of difference between an appreciative glance & salacious ogling. Last time Hob & I went, 2 guys obviously checked out by boobs. Not in a leering, giggity-giggity way, but a complimentary Hmmm, nice rack way. At my boobs! My saggy, sub-standard breasticals! This did wonderful things for my ego.
I think more of us would have much better self-esteem if they went to a nudist resort (particularly those who think they or their body parts are unattractive, or have body dysmorphia).
I'm also enjoying having a general beige-ifying of my pasty white-girl skin-- although I doubt I'll ever be able to boast the bronzed sun-deity look many of the naturists are sporting. I'm developing the opinion that tanned boobies are happy boobies. Mine sure look happier now that they have some color to them.
4) Hair Fail
Earlier this year, I gave up on keeping my hair past-shoulder length. I concluded that my hair just doesn't like Arizona. So, I got a much-shorter cut with lots of layering. Suddenly, I had Happy Hair again! I was pleased as all get-out over it. Sadly, when it was time for a trim a month or so ago, things went awry. The stupid bint have me a bob, or a wedge. I went back & had a long discussion, which also included drawings, before letting them try to correct the mistake. The result? A much-shorter wedge. My hair is the shortest it's been since the 1980's. It's lifeless & sulky. I've been suffering while waiting for it to grow out long enough to correct the errors made. But at least for the summer, I had Happy Hair, and I know that with the correct layering it shall be happy again.
5) King of Kong: A Fistful of Quarters is my new favorite documentary. Even if you didn't grow up in the golden age of video game arcades like I did, even if you don't like documentaries, I'm pretty sure you will appreciate & enjoy it.
5) Ohio!!!
I can't wait i can't wait i can't wait!!
According to several websites, including Twin Galaxies, the underdog Steve Wiebe does hold the current record as of September of the this year. w00t!
However, even fully clothed, niether do I! I guess it's a personal choice thing, but as for me, gimme pants, they have pockets to keep stuff in.
You will miss Maddy until the day you see her again. And I believe that we do see our beloved pets and family again, in a better place, without the generous helpings of bullshit we suffer here in this life.
I read a true story of a spirit seer, and he related a story where he was sitting in a hospital waiting room near the ICU ward. A bright light lit the room, which only he saw, no one else in the room had any idea what was going on around them.
Through that light came smiling people and dogs, who walked to the deathbed of an old man in the ICU, where they gathered his soul up and they all walked back through the door of light. Sign me up for that!
You're right, I'll always miss that crazy spazzhund; only right now it's more of a hurty-missing than a fond missing like past pets. The hurt will go in time, the memories & love won't.