May. 18th, 2008
Re-purposed kink
May. 18th, 2008 07:08 pmI've mentioned a few times in the past how the things I learned as a member of the kinky community have served me well as a parent. When Kouryou-chan burned her hand I knew what to do thanks to old SM classes on fire and waxplay; when the lower limbs of the oak tree dried and fell off, I fashioned a rope ladder using a stepknot so they could still get to the higher branches.
I was making cheap pizza, the kind where the bread is pre-made and the sauce comes in a packet; just supply your own cheese and and oven. The sauce packets are pretty skimpy and it's hard to get every last drop out of them.
Then I remembered a trick using two chopsticks and two rubber bands, to make a kind of squeegee to pull the packet through and get all the sauce out. And where did I learn this trick? Cheap nipple clamps from bad Japanese bondage videos.
I was making cheap pizza, the kind where the bread is pre-made and the sauce comes in a packet; just supply your own cheese and and oven. The sauce packets are pretty skimpy and it's hard to get every last drop out of them.
Then I remembered a trick using two chopsticks and two rubber bands, to make a kind of squeegee to pull the packet through and get all the sauce out. And where did I learn this trick? Cheap nipple clamps from bad Japanese bondage videos.
Saturday and Sunday
May. 18th, 2008 07:37 pmIt has been a very busy two days. The weather was absolutely, scorchingly beautiful Friday through Sunday, so much so that many people joked that they took Friday off, a day they felt "too good to go to work." I believe it. It took this freaking long for the weather to clear up; for months now we've been joking, fearfully, that this would be another year of no summer. We had one of those a few year ago. The Grey Lid didn't lift until early June, and it came back in late July. Let's hope this once gives us more days of clear, gorgeous weather like this.
Cleaning the garage Omaha already reported on the horrors in the garage. It's clean now, and everything in it has been cleared out and is right now being cleaned with an eye toward putting them up on Craigslist. What doesn't move in a week will go to Freecycle, then eventually the dump. Right now we've got a child's outdoor rocker, a portable high chair with tray suitable for small children and restaurants, an older indoor high-chair with a bigger traditional tray, and Kouryou-chan's old crib. Also my old, small desk with detached hutch, and a ten-by-ten hunch of rug from when Omaha and I replaced the dining room floor with wood.
While Omaha cleaned all of the baby stuff we need to get rid of, I mowed the lawn and pressure-watched the back porch. That was actually a pretty good use of my time. The back porch had moss grow on it over the winter sufficient to make it dangerous, slippery walking when wet. Well, that's no longer a problem.
Not very foody recently, although I did try a few interesting beers over the past couple of days. Last night, Omaha decided to try Wandering Aengus Apple Cider, which turned out to be too dry for her taste but I liked a lot. I had Buffalo Bill's Orange Blossom Cream Ale, which was sweeter, and a touch heavier. Omaha and I traded glasses. Today I tried the New Belgium (pretty damn fine brewer!) Springboard Ale, which was light and refreshing, the kind of thing you'd want when it was as hot as this morning.
Kouryou-chan had a birthday party at the Bouncy Gym Saturday afternoon, and other than that I've been mostly a stay-at-home this weekend. Missed both the Cheese Festival and the U District Street Fair, sad to say.
Cleaning the garage
While Omaha cleaned all of the baby stuff we need to get rid of, I mowed the lawn and pressure-watched the back porch. That was actually a pretty good use of my time. The back porch had moss grow on it over the winter sufficient to make it dangerous, slippery walking when wet. Well, that's no longer a problem.
Not very foody recently, although I did try a few interesting beers over the past couple of days. Last night, Omaha decided to try Wandering Aengus Apple Cider, which turned out to be too dry for her taste but I liked a lot. I had Buffalo Bill's Orange Blossom Cream Ale, which was sweeter, and a touch heavier. Omaha and I traded glasses. Today I tried the New Belgium (pretty damn fine brewer!) Springboard Ale, which was light and refreshing, the kind of thing you'd want when it was as hot as this morning.
Kouryou-chan had a birthday party at the Bouncy Gym Saturday afternoon, and other than that I've been mostly a stay-at-home this weekend. Missed both the Cheese Festival and the U District Street Fair, sad to say.
It has become clear to me over the past couple of weeks that my writing methodology has become dysfunctional.
I have attention deficeit disorder. I have it badly enough that it overlaps with Asperger's, although I'm not an aspy according to my doc, I just have really annoying ADD. I mean, really annoying. We joke about it, we ADD folks, calling it Leonard Da Vinci Syndrome, but it's really what it is: annoying. I have tried to cultivate the intense desire to finish something, to get a thrill from being done, but frequently what I feel is more a "Thank the gods that's over with!"
In order to deal with this, my strategy has been to rotate my stories: once the "ooh, shiny" wears off one work, I can turn my attention to another existing work, re-read the existing story to pick up the thread, and cackle gleefully that I now have something perfect with which to mess up the characters' lives even further.
This worked great for most of the least fifteen years, where I rotated between two or three short stories. It does not work well when I have hundreds of them, and "picking up the thread" involves sometimes reading through 20,000 words. I'm not sure what to do about this other than narow myself down to just one novel and a two or three shorts, never leaving the novel long enough to quite forget where it was going.
Because concentrating on just Caprice was driving me nuts. But the lashback has been brutal: the huge torrent of things I suddenly want to write is so huge I'm having the ADD dysfunction of being unable to choose one and do it, so I retreat into the more comforting realm of reading or watching TV or just geeking.
I have attention deficeit disorder. I have it badly enough that it overlaps with Asperger's, although I'm not an aspy according to my doc, I just have really annoying ADD. I mean, really annoying. We joke about it, we ADD folks, calling it Leonard Da Vinci Syndrome, but it's really what it is: annoying. I have tried to cultivate the intense desire to finish something, to get a thrill from being done, but frequently what I feel is more a "Thank the gods that's over with!"
In order to deal with this, my strategy has been to rotate my stories: once the "ooh, shiny" wears off one work, I can turn my attention to another existing work, re-read the existing story to pick up the thread, and cackle gleefully that I now have something perfect with which to mess up the characters' lives even further.
This worked great for most of the least fifteen years, where I rotated between two or three short stories. It does not work well when I have hundreds of them, and "picking up the thread" involves sometimes reading through 20,000 words. I'm not sure what to do about this other than narow myself down to just one novel and a two or three shorts, never leaving the novel long enough to quite forget where it was going.
Because concentrating on just Caprice was driving me nuts. But the lashback has been brutal: the huge torrent of things I suddenly want to write is so huge I'm having the ADD dysfunction of being unable to choose one and do it, so I retreat into the more comforting realm of reading or watching TV or just geeking.
No wonder their population is crashing...
May. 18th, 2008 10:49 pmAll of the following links are NSFW.
When it comes to masturbation, the Japanese are positively centuries ahead of us. Case in point, the love cover, a pillowcase imprinted with a pretty woman that goes over your inflatable masturbation device ($25) or, if you're feeling spendy ($165), a headless female mannequin with several different vaginal texture simulators with different textures, twists and turns, and so on. The company even sells its own brand of lube, the appropriately named Hole's [sic].
When it comes to masturbation, the Japanese are positively centuries ahead of us. Case in point, the love cover, a pillowcase imprinted with a pretty woman that goes over your inflatable masturbation device ($25) or, if you're feeling spendy ($165), a headless female mannequin with several different vaginal texture simulators with different textures, twists and turns, and so on. The company even sells its own brand of lube, the appropriately named Hole's [sic].
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