i wanted a way to say "here are things i do, so you know, ok?"
that's why i added the new box. it's not really a marketing thing. people who do advertising suck. (unless you do advertising, then you're totally an integral part of the economic system, ok?)
but yeah, i don't ever want to do ads, because marketing sucks.
;)
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Monday, March 17, 2014
something different
so i took an ambien, and that kind of just mellows me out instead of proper driving me to sleep.
so i wrote a story for an idea that just popped into my head.
It's called "murdrer" because i was sloppy when i typed it. it starts out in my pre-writing points, but then it degenerated into mostly dialogue, and by the end it was basically all regular. it's not about kinky stuff, it's about murder. think of like a sherlock holmes/downton abbey setting. all that stuff.
and it's ok if you don't like it/think it's confusing/don't care about it. Totally fine. i wrote it to get the idea out of my head, and i felt like sharing, but didn't feel like doing the rewrites and replans that i usually try to do.
anyway
murdrer
fancy club
side of the bar, group talking about forming a murder club. hunt down riff raff in the alleys. easy as pie. joking around
professor character overhears, sits down among them. "overheard you last week, chums. seems like you're getting into a messy business, I'd say."
"So what?" gets defensive, professor is calming and settles them down.
"Just a bit of advice. With the right planning and insight, you can see a scenario where just the tiniest puff of breath can power your mechanations to their unstoppable end. Mechanations that play out invisibly to all, providing no clues as to what that grim end will be.
take for instance a point at that ball you threw last Saturday. I was browsing your very excellent display of Indian jewelry when one tiara caught my eye. I mentioned it to your wife, and pointed out that one of the stones, the...ruby on the left edge if I'm not mistaken, seemed to have slight occlusion I'd not noticed in the past. I mention it to your wife, and suggested that she take it to her jeweler, and have him take a look.
so i wrote a story for an idea that just popped into my head.
It's called "murdrer" because i was sloppy when i typed it. it starts out in my pre-writing points, but then it degenerated into mostly dialogue, and by the end it was basically all regular. it's not about kinky stuff, it's about murder. think of like a sherlock holmes/downton abbey setting. all that stuff.
and it's ok if you don't like it/think it's confusing/don't care about it. Totally fine. i wrote it to get the idea out of my head, and i felt like sharing, but didn't feel like doing the rewrites and replans that i usually try to do.
anyway
murdrer
fancy club
side of the bar, group talking about forming a murder club. hunt down riff raff in the alleys. easy as pie. joking around
professor character overhears, sits down among them. "overheard you last week, chums. seems like you're getting into a messy business, I'd say."
"So what?" gets defensive, professor is calming and settles them down.
"Just a bit of advice. With the right planning and insight, you can see a scenario where just the tiniest puff of breath can power your mechanations to their unstoppable end. Mechanations that play out invisibly to all, providing no clues as to what that grim end will be.
take for instance a point at that ball you threw last Saturday. I was browsing your very excellent display of Indian jewelry when one tiara caught my eye. I mentioned it to your wife, and pointed out that one of the stones, the...ruby on the left edge if I'm not mistaken, seemed to have slight occlusion I'd not noticed in the past. I mention it to your wife, and suggested that she take it to her jeweler, and have him take a look.
the next day a had a cable from her telling me that the entire item was fake. Someone had planted a amazing forgery that was absolutely worthless. My reply back was fairly simple, just a note about how the full piece wasn't worth that substantial of your fortune, but would easily fund a small apartment or something in one of the lower parts of town for a year or so. Perhaps this forgery was chosen to silently pay for something outside of the accounting?
I went along on my day, assured that I had given all the advice that I felt I could. And now gentlemen, I suggest we finish our drinks now, before the constabulary arrive to arrest young Mr. Billiam.
"Arrest?"
Five to one odds on it, if you'd be willing to take it. If your wife were dumber, I'd have let those odds drop, but I think I know her well enough.
Well enough for what?
Well, someone replaced that tiara and had a wonderful facsimile produced to hide the theft. That discounts the servants, who would simply have taken it and run off. So someone of our status then. You're a reasonably upright man, and so you probably don't invite thieves to your parties, and in any case, none of those boys would filch something so small. This makes the under-board accounting theory best, making you the prime culprit.
Next, if you did do that, it would easily cover the costs of a, let-us-say "young female companion" in a decent if discrete manner. That could lead to scandal, and certainly your wife would take it hardest. Faced with these conclusions, it'd be quite likely that she'd rather end it permanently, rather than cope with what the papers would say about her day after day.
Poison would be the most likely, I suspect. Someplace out-of-the-way so she's not disturbed, the music room, perhaps? Then, a servant walks in, sees the results of the deed, and raises all the house. The authorities are there in a flash, and a full search of the house is taken to look for evidence. I'm sure that that hall closet by the rear door that the staff always insists needs to be kept locked will be burst open as well.
I have far less faith in your intelligence that I did in your wife, Sir. You've
been describing this hypothetical club for a few weeks, but your details changed last week. More precise, if you will. Yes, far less intelligent, but the thrill got to you, didn't it? Are they ears? Fingers? The papers don't put much detail in the murder of the poor, but even the worst detective will be able to identify your totems in that closet. The servants will sell you out as well, repeating your own words that "no one opens that cabinet" and "Mr. Billiam has the only key."
So, checking my watch puts us at 4:35, and me with an empty drink. I would call for another, but I suspect those footfalls on the stairway suggest that 5:1 was the correct odds for this wager.
Billiam looked over with a face full of crushing defeat. "Why?"
"Because you thought that your murder game was fun and flawless. You imagined yourself some new Ripper, terrorizing the city for years. In reality, you chose a game that although it can be played in an alley with a knife, it can be played far more effective with two simple sentences.
"Before they take you off for trial and speedy execution, as I suspect this will be my final meeting with you on this earth, I do want to inform you that that tiara was a fake when it was sold to you. I've known since I met you that you were a fool, and seeing that tiara on my first visit to one of your parties solidified that fact.
Sunday, March 16, 2014
listen to this now, ok?
i saw the man who fell to earth a few years ago in the theater, "because i've heard of this guy before."
i'm still pretty sure that i'm a lesbian, because when i get turned on, it's about that kind of stuff, right?
but seeing David Bowie doing stuff? and even recent stuff, where's he's old and whatever? yes. please.
sorry, was just listening to stuff, and this popped up, and i just had to share.
Friday, March 14, 2014
so hey
i've been down lately
like way down. i'm hoping it's just job stress. my boss has been all "do this stuff! i know it's impossible, and you probably should be like five people, but you can do it all by yourself, because you're smart, so it needs to be done like, tuesday"
but like, no? ok? you want me to do something that's super hard to figure out, and you don't let me have any help, and i have to do it on a deadline so you can look good to your boss? man, fuck you.
except i can't say that, because duh. jobs. fucking jobs.
anyway, a few weeks ago, somebody on (i think) motherless chat sent me this video. it's been kind of cool to listen to, because it's kind of relaxing and all that. i think the dude was trying to make a "stray"/"puppygirl" pun, because he was kind of all "did you catch that?" yes, dude. i caught that. you're like 20% clever.
so, kind of a creeper, but pretty decent taste in relaxing music.
in any case...i'm concerned i need to go back to the therapist again. there's a lot of brain stuff i can't really cope with most days. kind of a constant drum of "no one will ever really love you, so if that's not happening, why bother dealing with 50 years of loneliness?" thanks, brain. i feed you yummy pizza, and you're all "let's be a dick to sammy, just for funsies."
so, you know. hey. i don't want to spawn a lot of "we love you, sammy," comments. i know you're all cool like that. and i know this is just how things sometimes go. it's all hard sometimes, for everbody. it's just...today was hard. this week has been hard. this month? guess what? hard.
sigh.
so i'll dry my eyes now, i guess. tomorrow is a new day. we'll see how it goes.
like way down. i'm hoping it's just job stress. my boss has been all "do this stuff! i know it's impossible, and you probably should be like five people, but you can do it all by yourself, because you're smart, so it needs to be done like, tuesday"
but like, no? ok? you want me to do something that's super hard to figure out, and you don't let me have any help, and i have to do it on a deadline so you can look good to your boss? man, fuck you.
except i can't say that, because duh. jobs. fucking jobs.
anyway, a few weeks ago, somebody on (i think) motherless chat sent me this video. it's been kind of cool to listen to, because it's kind of relaxing and all that. i think the dude was trying to make a "stray"/"puppygirl" pun, because he was kind of all "did you catch that?" yes, dude. i caught that. you're like 20% clever.
so, kind of a creeper, but pretty decent taste in relaxing music.
in any case...i'm concerned i need to go back to the therapist again. there's a lot of brain stuff i can't really cope with most days. kind of a constant drum of "no one will ever really love you, so if that's not happening, why bother dealing with 50 years of loneliness?" thanks, brain. i feed you yummy pizza, and you're all "let's be a dick to sammy, just for funsies."
so, you know. hey. i don't want to spawn a lot of "we love you, sammy," comments. i know you're all cool like that. and i know this is just how things sometimes go. it's all hard sometimes, for everbody. it's just...today was hard. this week has been hard. this month? guess what? hard.
sigh.
so i'll dry my eyes now, i guess. tomorrow is a new day. we'll see how it goes.
Monday, March 3, 2014
saying stuff
so today i went to go see frozen again. it's still totally wonderful, and you should still go see it. again. this was time number two, plus maybe another one if you count all the downloaded stuff.
and yesterday, i did go see "the wind rises," which isn't as good, i think, but is so beautiful and wonderful, and sad there towards the end, but it ends kind of, more even so sadly?
it's good, though, so maybe go try to see it. it's good, and if you don't like it, email me your address, and how much you paid, and i'll send you that money back by mail. really. just go try it, and see if you don't love the love, and the ambition, and the everything.
but, if you haven't, go see frozen first. because elsa is totally cute.
like
she's now how cute is defined. sorry. Deal with it.
and yesterday, i did go see "the wind rises," which isn't as good, i think, but is so beautiful and wonderful, and sad there towards the end, but it ends kind of, more even so sadly?
it's good, though, so maybe go try to see it. it's good, and if you don't like it, email me your address, and how much you paid, and i'll send you that money back by mail. really. just go try it, and see if you don't love the love, and the ambition, and the everything.
but, if you haven't, go see frozen first. because elsa is totally cute.
like
she's now how cute is defined. sorry. Deal with it.
Saturday, March 1, 2014
movies?
i was going to go see the new miyazaki movie tomorrow, because he makes cool cartoons, right? and it's finally opening at my local theater.
but then i saw that they're still showing frozen, and that movie was so super cool.
i kind of want to see that too, and do a double cartoon movie day of it all.
this has nothing to do with anything, it's just that sometimes i need to say stuff, and this is my best say stuff place, i guess.
but then i saw that they're still showing frozen, and that movie was so super cool.
i kind of want to see that too, and do a double cartoon movie day of it all.
this has nothing to do with anything, it's just that sometimes i need to say stuff, and this is my best say stuff place, i guess.
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
i need to share
i just went out to my lanai to look at the stars and be all "girl who goes to look out at the city and stars instead of just going to sleep."
i'm pretty sure i just saw a girl in the building next door put on a sheet like a cape or some wings, or maybe she's a ghost now? and then fuck her husband/bf/random dude.
she had lots of dramatic swoops and swirls.
it probably looked cool, lying on the bed with her sitting up above you.
have a good night, cape or wings or ghost girl. have a good night.
:)
i'm pretty sure i just saw a girl in the building next door put on a sheet like a cape or some wings, or maybe she's a ghost now? and then fuck her husband/bf/random dude.
she had lots of dramatic swoops and swirls.
it probably looked cool, lying on the bed with her sitting up above you.
have a good night, cape or wings or ghost girl. have a good night.
:)
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
The Exhibition: Part 3
this was supposed to be the end. it just kept going on though, so i decided to make another break, so now it's 4 parts. i'm pretty sure that's the end though.
i still don't know if that'll be the end-end. maybe do more stories with the characters? maybe just add part 5,6,99? we'll see.
anyway, part 3:
Monday, February 24, 2014
i don't have time to read these tonight
but if figured i'd share, so if other people are interested. again, i haven't read any of them (other than the first one), so i don't know if they're good yet. they just looked interesting, and i started clicking them into new tabs, and now there are so many tabs open, and i need to get to bed soonish. so if you read them, and really liked one or really hated one, let me know, and i'll read that one too.
it's like a book club.
it's like a book club.
- pets
- Life of Dog
- Volunteer Breeding
- K9
- Seeing Eye Dog
- Girl Hunt
- The Law Of A Strange Land
- CAGE.2
- the Collection Gallery
- Sex Education
- enema/scat
- real/manga combo, but also scat based?
- Hitoduma eros vol. 4
- Hitoduma eros vol. 8
- hitoduma eros vol.5
- hitoduma eros vol.9
- Hitoduma eros vol. 2
- Hitoduma eros vol. 6
- momoyama jirou
Sunday, February 23, 2014
Wednesday, February 19, 2014
random blargle
hopefully people liked that last story. if you didn't, then too bad, because i think i have two sequels in my head. it just kind of flows easily, unlike a lot of other stories i've tried to restart and finish, so that's how it goes.
while i was planning the next part, i remembered another writer, who kind of covers a lot of the same kind of themes, although not really in the same way i was going to do it. in any case, this Blair Brek archive has a bunch (all?) of her stories so you can read them.
finally, i saw this news story today, about this lady in california who had a bunch of plastic surgery and is now doing hypnotherapy to be more like a bimbo. which i guess fits in with the themes in a lot of those Blair Brek stories. it's kind of a shame, because i really think she was prettier before the surgery. anyway, it's kind of weird to see someone actually doing what i've read about in stories.
while i was planning the next part, i remembered another writer, who kind of covers a lot of the same kind of themes, although not really in the same way i was going to do it. in any case, this Blair Brek archive has a bunch (all?) of her stories so you can read them.
finally, i saw this news story today, about this lady in california who had a bunch of plastic surgery and is now doing hypnotherapy to be more like a bimbo. which i guess fits in with the themes in a lot of those Blair Brek stories. it's kind of a shame, because i really think she was prettier before the surgery. anyway, it's kind of weird to see someone actually doing what i've read about in stories.
Monday, February 17, 2014
The Exhibition
i had today off, so i decided to turn the story idea i've been mulling for a few months into a proper thing. all the concepts here are super cliche and all that, but it's the story i think about when i wake up early, but don't ahve to get out of bed, and so i can just stay in bed and cuddle up.
i also pulled thoughts from a few pixiv artists:
http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=41684341
http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=31147825
and cocoasoft videos:
http://www.talaat.net/index.php?route=product/product&path=80_82&product_id=88
http://www.talaat.net/index.php?route=product/product&path=72_84&product_id=184
so you know...that's where i stole things from.
i also pulled thoughts from a few pixiv artists:
http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=41684341
http://www.pixiv.net/member_illust.php?mode=medium&illust_id=31147825
and cocoasoft videos:
http://www.talaat.net/index.php?route=product/product&path=80_82&product_id=88
http://www.talaat.net/index.php?route=product/product&path=72_84&product_id=184
so you know...that's where i stole things from.
let me know if you have any comments or thoughts. i don't know if i'm going to do a sequel or not. i have some more ideas, but maybe it's just better to let this stand on its own?
anyway, i put it below the cut
Wednesday, February 5, 2014
Hey! Let's be all crazy, right?
so i guess that last thing did work? i saw this "embed pixivs into stuff" code on a thing, and thought i'd try it. i can see it, so i assume everyone else can? or is it like secret hidden if you don't have a pixiv account that lets you see the r-18 stuff? anyone out there want to comment and tell me? mostly i feel bad posting pixiv stuff that don't tell you how to find the cool other stuff that artist made, so i want to fix that, and this fixes that, right?
second thing:
as i was driving home from work tonight, i hit on this great idea: valentine's day sucks, but i love this frozen movie because omg it's great, so maybe i should spend valentine's day going to the sing-a-long version of it, and just belt out my love for that song i posted, because it's been in my head since i saw the movie, and the cold never bothered me anyway.
but, i guess it's not going to be in my favorite theater, or, maybe like any theater here on valentines?
so should i go to one this weekend, and make a fool of myself stomping and gesturing during that one song, and then on valentines do my standard "eat chocolate and steaks and potatoes and wish i had a lover to hug my crazy out"?
and yes
i totally am hoping i'll go to the sing a long, sing a long, and have some cute girl come up after and kiss my forehead and say "you can be my elsa anyday you dumb poopyface". shut up, i get to have whatever fantasy i want on my blog, and you can go fuck yourself if you disagree. ya jerk.
:-P
\
also
you know what?
I just did tags
I'm not sorry at all. nope. no sorry available. sorry for that (not sorry, there is no sorry here). I'm all grown up. And watching disney movies. so. shut up. and fuck you. :-P
second thing:
as i was driving home from work tonight, i hit on this great idea: valentine's day sucks, but i love this frozen movie because omg it's great, so maybe i should spend valentine's day going to the sing-a-long version of it, and just belt out my love for that song i posted, because it's been in my head since i saw the movie, and the cold never bothered me anyway.
but, i guess it's not going to be in my favorite theater, or, maybe like any theater here on valentines?
so should i go to one this weekend, and make a fool of myself stomping and gesturing during that one song, and then on valentines do my standard "eat chocolate and steaks and potatoes and wish i had a lover to hug my crazy out"?
and yes
i totally am hoping i'll go to the sing a long, sing a long, and have some cute girl come up after and kiss my forehead and say "you can be my elsa anyday you dumb poopyface". shut up, i get to have whatever fantasy i want on my blog, and you can go fuck yourself if you disagree. ya jerk.
:-P
\
also
you know what?
I just did tags
I'm not sorry at all. nope. no sorry available. sorry for that (not sorry, there is no sorry here). I'm all grown up. And watching disney movies. so. shut up. and fuck you. :-P
Friday, January 31, 2014
this is totally off topic, but go with it, ok?
last weekend, after various internet things prompted me, i went to go see Frozen, by Disney. have you seen it? ok. so, stop now, and go out and see it, because that shit is fucking perfect. name a disney movie. No, that sucks, you're wrong, Frozen is better. Want some proof?
if you didn't love that, go away and never look at me again. that's a kind of freedom and beauty i can only wish i could channel.
a) she's beautiful
b) she's ok with who she is
c) she doesn't care what you think about that.
you got a problem?
if you didn't love that, go away and never look at me again. that's a kind of freedom and beauty i can only wish i could channel.
a) she's beautiful
b) she's ok with who she is
c) she doesn't care what you think about that.
you got a problem?
Friday, December 13, 2013
does anyone think?
that krampus guy is kind of cool
what with the beatings and all?
oh
maybe not, i guess
what with the beatings and all?
oh
maybe not, i guess
Wednesday, October 23, 2013
Sunday, September 1, 2013
i'm bad at this
i feel really bad that i haven't posted anything recently, or put up some porn for people, or whatever.
but...
i think my brain isn't broken anymore?
like, i look at the regular porn i subscribe to, and i get aroused, and my hand takes a little trip (you know), and things work out, and then i go to sleep, and wake up early the next day ready to do math to things that i'm paid to math at.
so i'm super super sorry i've been lazy a lot recently
and i do have dream things i'd like to post
but maybe i should just admit that i'm on hiatus, and that my brain isn't up to the blogging thing now.
that makes me kind of sad, because a lot of you were super helpful, and calm, and caring, and made me feel better when i posted things. Mr. Christopher of the Leather Crafter stuff, you're totally up on the list.
Mr. Veterinarian, who i said i would sent pictures to (but never ended up doing), you're totally there too.
if you sent me stuff, and were offended that i didn't respond, please don't be angry. my brain works differently now, and i think it's for the best of everyone.
ok, deep breath.
"sammy, will you never post again?"
no, that'd be silly. i just want to let everyone know that i'm admitting that i'm a failure at bloging, so let's just let it be a random thing, ok?
"but, but...i lovve you!"
no you don't. stop sending me those emails.
so, let's all be kinks, and be cool, ok?
OK!
but...
i think my brain isn't broken anymore?
like, i look at the regular porn i subscribe to, and i get aroused, and my hand takes a little trip (you know), and things work out, and then i go to sleep, and wake up early the next day ready to do math to things that i'm paid to math at.
so i'm super super sorry i've been lazy a lot recently
and i do have dream things i'd like to post
but maybe i should just admit that i'm on hiatus, and that my brain isn't up to the blogging thing now.
that makes me kind of sad, because a lot of you were super helpful, and calm, and caring, and made me feel better when i posted things. Mr. Christopher of the Leather Crafter stuff, you're totally up on the list.
Mr. Veterinarian, who i said i would sent pictures to (but never ended up doing), you're totally there too.
if you sent me stuff, and were offended that i didn't respond, please don't be angry. my brain works differently now, and i think it's for the best of everyone.
ok, deep breath.
"sammy, will you never post again?"
no, that'd be silly. i just want to let everyone know that i'm admitting that i'm a failure at bloging, so let's just let it be a random thing, ok?
"but, but...i lovve you!"
no you don't. stop sending me those emails.
so, let's all be kinks, and be cool, ok?
OK!
Thursday, August 8, 2013
one little thing
"Masochist Dog Enjoys Being Walked Around On Leash While Naked"
i saw this during work today, and had to be careful to keep my giggles under control. :)
also, weird dream thing from this morning:
i'm at work, and it's just like a never ending stream of things to do. eventually, i have a chance for a break, and so i go over to a futon, and curl up to take a nap. however, a bunch of people come in to get me to do things, or check things, or whatever, and with a angry growl, i roll over, and fall off the futon.
but i don't hit the floor quite right, and realize that my head has fallen onto someone's lap. it's cradled gently between two smooth pale thighs, and i look up, and see a naked redhead staring down.
all the work people kind of get quiet, and then (my brain) makes a terrible "carpet/drapes" joke because my hair is in her crotch.
then i wake up, and even i go "dude, wtf?" i think i've been working too hard recently. :-/
i saw this during work today, and had to be careful to keep my giggles under control. :)
also, weird dream thing from this morning:
i'm at work, and it's just like a never ending stream of things to do. eventually, i have a chance for a break, and so i go over to a futon, and curl up to take a nap. however, a bunch of people come in to get me to do things, or check things, or whatever, and with a angry growl, i roll over, and fall off the futon.
but i don't hit the floor quite right, and realize that my head has fallen onto someone's lap. it's cradled gently between two smooth pale thighs, and i look up, and see a naked redhead staring down.
all the work people kind of get quiet, and then (my brain) makes a terrible "carpet/drapes" joke because my hair is in her crotch.
then i wake up, and even i go "dude, wtf?" i think i've been working too hard recently. :-/
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
not dead
sorry sorry sorry sorry sorry!
a) i've had lots of work crap that has totally eaten up a lot of what was free time.
b) i've sorted out a lot of brain issues that were fucking with me. yay less fucked up brain!
c) so
like a lot of things. assorted public rape things. that fucked up dude in cleveland. a variety of things that sound great in my half-awake fantasies, but when they show up on the news, it's totally less cool.
i think that's a lot of why i've been hesitant to post. like, my brain isn't so fucked up, and i read news stories, and i don't want people to go through the shit in the news
even if it is like 99% the same as the shit i dream up in the late night.
i guess i'm caught in the middle of reality and fantasy, and not sure how to get out. i do have three (maybe four) dream things that i want to post, but this hesitancy is stopping me.
just
like
so people know, and shit.
a) i've had lots of work crap that has totally eaten up a lot of what was free time.
b) i've sorted out a lot of brain issues that were fucking with me. yay less fucked up brain!
c) so
like a lot of things. assorted public rape things. that fucked up dude in cleveland. a variety of things that sound great in my half-awake fantasies, but when they show up on the news, it's totally less cool.
i think that's a lot of why i've been hesitant to post. like, my brain isn't so fucked up, and i read news stories, and i don't want people to go through the shit in the news
even if it is like 99% the same as the shit i dream up in the late night.
i guess i'm caught in the middle of reality and fantasy, and not sure how to get out. i do have three (maybe four) dream things that i want to post, but this hesitancy is stopping me.
just
like
so people know, and shit.
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