tapes. so many tapes.

Still working on clearing that room out. Disassembled a big desk and got that outside, as well as an old mattress. Won't be able to maneuver the box spring down the stairs by myself though. I've had to make more space for old family photo albums, so I decided to toss out a bunch of old video tapes of my dad's that I've been sitting on for a few years. Into the trash they go... except, there's too many to go into the trash. There's several hundred, some containing movies, mostly containing tv shows. Good lord, who needs 30 video tapes full of Xena? There were far more than I wanted to carry out with my weak li'l arms, so I just loaded em in up in a big bin, dragged it down the stairs, and tossed them, a handful at a time, out the window onto the patio below. Now I have a big pile of tapes in my yard. Tres chic.

I made room to move all the photo albums and various picture stuff into a big, metal cabinet. Of course, in the process, I had to pause occasionally and look at them. It's kinda sad. I don't intend to have any children, and neither does my sister. Once we're gone, it's the end of the line, I suppose. All the memories will be gone, and all the pictures won't mean anything to anyone. 

tree colors

Went to Best Buy for some ink cartridges.. man, those things are expensive.. and to the mall looking for a game. They didn't have it, so I went to the Crown Shop and got some scented candles. I'm very picky about my candle scents. Scents that are too floral or perfumy make my eyes burn. I ended up getting a mulled cider scented and one called Harvest, which I guess is a fancy name for pumpkin. I also got another tiny shoe. There's this lady who makes tiny shoe sculptures, and there are hundreds of them. I have about twelve. I only get the sexy, high heeled ones, although I do have a couple ballet slipper ones, cause ballet slippers are hot. This one is a strappy black pump with a spiderweb design on it. I ate at Chik-fil-A while I was there. I love Chik-fil-A, but it's only available in malls, so I rarely get it. I mean, going to the mall just to eat is kinda weird. "Where would you like to eat tonight?" 'I know! Let's go to the food court!'

It's fall, and fall is my favorite season. The trees are just barely starting to turn here, even though it's still warm. Unfortunately, around here, particularly in my yard, leaves changing means they just turn an ugly brown and fall off. I have a big japanese maple that turns a glorious scarlet in the fall, but so far only like a few dozen leaves have turned in random places and the rest is still green. That tree needs better color coordination.

I love the smell of crunchy, dry leaves in autumn, and the sound it makes as you walk through them. I want to walk through the leaves with someone.

Sore fingers

I made a kind of shrimp alfredo pasta last night. It was edible. The al dente pasta wasn't quite dented enough, and took some effort to chew in places. I'm a horrible cook. I can make chili and tuna noodle casserole and that's about it. I hope my slave will be able to cook, or at least be amenable to being sent out to take some cooking classes. If not, we'll be eating out. A lot.

My fingers are all stiff and sore today just from the carrying of a 50 gal aquarium from one room to another. It had no water, just rocks and branches and stuff. It's the longtime home of my pet bearded dragon, a kind of prickly, australian desert lizard. They have a captive lifespan of 6 years.. mine is 10. Got him as a little hatchling in my second year at college and he went with me when I moved out to LA and came with me when I moved back. He's an educated, well-travelled lizard, doncha know.

I also had a big, wooly tarantula. She died last week. I buried her in the back yard. She was at least 15 years old, and possibly more. I dunno what that is in spider years. I suppose it was just her time to go.

Dusty again

Yaay, today I got the blindfold I ordered as well as Clive Barkers Abarat 2 that just came out. The blindfold is surprising comfortable and totally effective at blocking light. Lucky is the girl who gets to wear it. I love ordering stuff in the mail.. when it arrives it's like a little bit of xmas ("Oh look at these! How thoughtful of me to get these for me!")

The room clearing is coming along at a good clip now. I'm a slightly better organizer than I had thought. It's still a total mess, though. But why am I hanging on to a box of old nintendo games? Hell, I don't know.

Sloppy joe... slop.. sloppy joe

Well, didn't have tamales. Had sloppy joes instead. Haven't had those for like four years. But I ate too much and now I probably won't eat again for 24 hours. That's probably not healthy. I got that star wars trilogy dvd set, just because. I was too young when the first movie came out to feel very nostalgiac about it, being born in 75. However, I do have a vague memory seeing it at a drive-in (shortly before it was torn down) down by the river. I was lying on a blanked on the hood of a station wagon, I think. That had to be around 78 or 79, and if that's the case, it must be one of my earliest memories. Strange to think.

Evil Dolly's Movie Recommendation of the Day: Malice@Doll. If you like surreal, confusing anime with a hint of hentai, then this movie is for you. It's done computer generated style. It's about a pink-haired, robotic sex doll prostitute living in an abandoned city with other similar dolls and various maintanence robots. They keep hoping human customers will show up, since that's what they're programmed for, all they while continuing to break down. Malice Doll has dreams of being human, and in a confusing sequence, gets her wish. Only now her kiss is contagious and infects other robots with organic life, which they're not all prepared to cope with. A very strange, confusing, surprisingly moving, and visually engrossing movie that needs more than one viewing. And it's got sexy dolls, so how can you beat that?

Still moving stuff

Another day trying to empty out that room. My life is so exciting. It's kinda poignant at times, sorting through all this stuff. Like, finding old xmas presents from people long since dead, finding old, favorite toys, things like that. A lot of it though is just junk, and that's been the major problem since the start of this endeavor. I only have the one 'city approved' trash can, so I can only throw so much stuff away each week, and a lot of it is really bulky and/or heavy. And I don't know how much weight that garbage truck robot arm can pick up, so I'm having to be careful about what I put in- piles of old magazines weigh a lot, you know. I have a large backlog of trash waiting for its turn on the curb. And another load of old clothes, blankets, and sheets n stuff to be donated. I dunno why, but I always feel a little nervous when I donate stuff. Like, maybe my second-hand crap isn't good enough. Hmmm.

I want tamales. But not too spicy.

I'm up, I'm up

Doncha hate when you dream you're in a long car trip, like on a freeway with lots of confusing exits and overpasses? Even worse is when you dream of sitting at a drivethru window for 20 minutes. What a waste of good dream time.

And why is Miracle Whip classified as a dressing when clearly it's more of a spread? You don't dollop gobs of miracle whip onto a salad, but ya do spread it on bread. I protest.

I forgot what else I was going to say.

Mmm.. that new flogger smell

Yaaay!  My new floggers have arrived.  I've been waiting for em for a couple of months.  I guess custom floggers take a long time to make.  I got some softer-than-soft elk floggers, a heavy/stingy oiltan leather one, and one made of purple, satin cords with rubber-coated tips that sting like hell, and a cane with three thin, bendy rods.  Hooray for me!  Now, I just need a victim.. er, guinea pig.. er, willing volunteer.  Yeah.  I have a blindfold that's supposed to be nice and comfy, yet effective, on order.  hee hee

I also got a couple bondagy figurines in the mail .  It's hard to find that stuff in the mainstream.  Pretty, tho.  One is a woman in an iron maiden thing and the other is a woman hanging from fleshhooks.  A perfect addition to any home.

Evil Dolly's Book Recommendation of the Day:  I just read Undead and Unwed, and it's sequel Undead and Unemployed, by Mary Janice Davidson, and I thought they were hilarious.  It's about a borderline-ditzy, shoe-obsessed blond who finds herself the queen of vampires.  A very fast read, but entertaining.  Since it's a romance, kinda, it's very hetero oriented, but at least there's lesbians in it.

I'm dusty

I've been working on a big project with the end goal to empty out one of my three 'junk' rooms (everybody has one or two). I'm not entirely sure what I'll do with the empty room once it's done. Perhaps make it into a studio or playspace/dungeon. Or both. But before that It Must Be Empty. Easier said than done.

How the hell did I get so much stuff!?

First problem was making space in the other rooms to fit all the stuff from that room into those rooms without making it impossible to open the doors of said rooms. I began that just over a month ago. I decided to start with shifting a ton of books around and getting rid of the old ones I had inherited and had no interest in. I mean.. what do I need with an open-water canoeing manual made in the 70's? Or a book on how to build underground houses? Or 10 dozen crumbly, "based on a true story!" paperback novels on world war 2? I mean, really. By the time I finished sifting through all the books, I had dozens of precariously stacked, four foot tall piles lining the walls of my kitchen, living room, and hallway. Then it dawned on me- How am going to get rid of all these? Why, donate them to the library of course! Let them deal with the 40 volume set of 60's family craft projects. It only took 2 fully loaded minivan trips to the public library. I almost killed myself getting all those books in and out of that thing in that heat. Anyway, that part is finally done. Still, more stuff! It breeds when you're not looking.

I just finished another part of the project, which was to organize, bag, and store properly the closetfull of old comics and magazines left to me by my dad. Took me several days. Much was trash, but there was some good stuff in there. Like, underground comics from the 60's and 70's by Crumb, et al. I didn't have a price guide for those, but according to the book I have, there's about 3k worth of old stuff in those boxes now. Of course, I probably wouldn't get a fourth of that if I went ahead and tried to sell it. Maybe I'll just sit on it for 10 or 20 more years and see if it appreciates. It'd better appreciate the effort I'm going to, at least. I also went through my own old porn stuff and tossed out a bunch. Man, I hope that bag doesn't split when the trash collectors come. Don't need bad bondage porn carried all up and down the street in a gust of wind. Might make the neighbors glance at me askew. Like they don't already.

Now I have enough free space opened up to start emptying out the room, which is what I've been doing slowly the past couple days. The hard part is moving the heavy furniture either into another room or outside to get tossed, which is what I just came downstairs from doing some of. I swear, there's never a slave around when you need one. Sometimes D/s just seems to come down to "Alright, now you pick up your end."

Ack! There's cobwebs on my shorts!

First Post! Hope this works this time.

I had almost finished writing my first post and accidentally deleted it somehow. So now I'm trying again. Grr. Anyway, this'll be the first post on a brand new journal. I'm not entirely sure why I'm starting a journal in the first place and, quite frankly, I don't know that anyone will ever be interested in reading it. However, someone suggested I ought to, so I might as well because I'm bored. We'll see how long this little exercise lasts.

Topic the First. For those who are fans of my little website: yes I know I haven't updated anything in a while. That's because I started working on three stories at once. Then one took precedence and I've been writing on that one exclusively. It's turning out to be the longest (and prolly the most boring) I've written so far. Hint on the subject matter-- orthopedic braces, saliva, dolls.

Topic the Second. Just for content purposes and to, ya know, fluff out the first post, I'll write about a dream I had last night. It all started with a friend and I playing in a forest on some Halloween afternoon. We were younger, about ten or so, and I'm not sure who my friend was. One of those anonymous dream extras. Anyway, it was starting to get late and were headed home. The sky was gray and it was windy, and although there were patches of snow here and there, it was unseasonably balmy. We decided to take a shortcut through a supposedly haunted section of the forest called Stickwood. I guess it was called that because none of the trees had leaves and all the branches were clattering together in the wind.
So we came to clearing where there was an abandoned village/neighborhood place. Actually, it was more like tract housing, but everything was in disrepair. I recall there being toilets from inside the houses stacked up on the porches. Weird. So we go into a larger building that might have been a schoolhouse at some point, but now it was all dirty and cluttered inside. We explored around and found a dead, hanged girl dangling in a broom closet. Also there were these two, kinda scary looking female chefs in the back, and we tried to avoid them. We got caught though, and were taken into a dining room where there was a small tv showing a video of a guy, presumably another intruder, sprawled on a table while a big dog with a smooth coat leisurely ate out his eyes.
So then I was laid on a table and suddenly the dog appeared above me and was sniffing my face and eyes, and I tried to push it away but it was too big and I was only 10. It started to bite my face but when it did, it just passed right through me like a ghost. The scary chef lady who was there turned out to be some kinda fairy in disguise, and told me she liked me and the dog only hurt mean people. They were there preparing some kinda feast for when other fairies would gather in the abandoned town. Since she liked me, she was gonna let me go, but wanted to keep my friend there and cook him. Since I didn't really know the guy, I said okay. The hanged girl then popped up and said she was bored of the broom closet and wanted to go with me, so we left through the forest. Her noose rope kept catching and snagging on bushes and roots, but we both laughed about that. So it was a happy ending after all. I love happy endings.