Friday, March 30, 2007

Sticky and Cells

I've been hanging out on for a while.  It's like a BDSM personals site with chatrooms and so forth.  The responses to my profile are almost all guys, but I'm used to that.  Being there is like an exercise in frustration, though.  All of the promising ones are only interested in real women, and I just can't compare with that.  I can desire them all I want, but it's unrequited.  To paraphrase Chobits, will I ever find the one who is for me, and only me?

I've been kept mildly amused by peeking in at the free, cam stills from  Supposedly it's girls who've volunteered for money to be kept in these little prison cells 'indefinately'.  Of course, that's a total fiction, and the cams aren't even live (just looped footage) and the different cells are actually just the same one used with different girls.  Still, it's a kinda cool fantasy to see them pacing and lying around the tiny, featureless cages with nothing at all to do, looking so desperately and deliciously bored.  Cute!  Alas, I don't really have the space in my house to make an oppressive, long term cell.  I have some cages, though, so that will have to suffice.

Evil Dolly's Pet Peeve of the Day:  Sticky fingers.  I always prefer to rent movies on the day they're released.  Obviously, the main reason is to grab them first and not have to wait several days if it's something I really wanna see.  But a close second is the fact that people have filthy, filthy fingers out there.  Countless times I've been watching a movie to have the thing conk out on me with an 'unreadable disc' error.  And sure enough, smeared fingerprints are always the culprit.  Not just regular fingerprints, either, but like sugar-coated ones.  They take some serious scrubbing to remove, too, and sometimes even that's not enough.   Pick the darn DVD up by the edges or stick your finger through the li'l hole, people!  Light doesn't want to pass through your dirty fingerprints, and I don't blame it.

Thursday, March 29, 2007

Soft Yellow

The world is soft and strange outside.  It's the pollen, you see.  Everything's been coated with a thick layer of yellow-green pollen.  It lends an eerie aspect to everything, especially in the evening.  It will soon all be washed away in the rain.  I'm glad I don't have allergies.

The other day I saw more caterpillars than I've ever seen in my life.  It was a caterpillar parade!  Thousands of them, all marching along the edge of a long, stone wall in twos and threes...  a virtual river of undulating fur.  I wish I'd had my camera with me.

I watched Edward Scissorhands last night.  I must have been about 15 when I first saw it, and I connected with it even then.  I've seen it many times since, and it never fails to bring tears to my eyes.  In particular, it's the scene near the end where the girl tells him "Hold me."  He wants to more than anything, but fearing he'll hurt her, replies "I can't" and walks away.  Then she makes him hold her, anyway.  I sometimes feel very much like that.  Being the monster that I am, I'm sometimes afraid of holding the girl, knowing that I'll hurt her.  And, I suppose, I want the girl to make me hold her, anyway.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

Spring is Sprung

Certainly feels springish out there, anyway.  Various trees are flowering, bulbs are bulbing, and the redbuds are going all purply.  Even the trees are growing new baby leaves.  And I got bit by a mosquito yesterday.  I'd say it's certainly springy.  Went on a walk this evening and stopped to help a slug cross the road.. cause even slugs need a hand, sometimes.

A sub friend read my latest story (Eudeamon) and liked it so much that she made a figurine of one of the characters.  I was rendered speechless, but was very touched.  Here it is... it's cute!

No one's ever made me a story-related gift before.

Thursday, March 8, 2007

My head... my head!

What a miserable day.  A couple hours after I woke up I realized I was going blind... the sure signs of a migraine coming on.  I used to get them in high school, less frequently in college, and none at all in the past few years.  Once one's on its way, there's nothing you can do but cancel your appointments and slink into bed.  Ugh.  At least the worst seems to have passed now and I can see again.  Now I've got a lingering, throbbing headache, but at least I'm not nausious anymore.  And they still don't have a cure for these things.

On the up side this week, the new roof looks splendid.  Seems to have gotten put on without a hitch.  It has a lot more texture to it than the old, light gray shingles that have been up there since before I was born.  Next on the outdoor list is getting new siding or at least new paint.  If I had all my druthers in a row, I wish I could have natural stone siding.. always loved that look.. but that's just way too much money to spend on such a thing.  As for paint, I'd really like something in the mauve-ish area, but a little more subtle.  Or maybe a blue-ish or gray-ish lavender is the way to go.  Then again, I wouldn't want a color that'd lower property values of the whole block.  That's no way to win friends and influence people.

Monday, March 5, 2007

There's guys up on the roof.

You see, I've got a bad case of the squirrels.  For a while now, unbeknownst to me, they've been pulling up the old, brittle shingles and chewing their way into my attic.  What could they want in my attic?  It's slightly warmer in there, yeah, but surely it's not as cozy as a pile of squirrel bodies in a little squirrel nest somewhere.  I didn't even know they were up there until I heard them running around overhead.  So now I gotta get things fixed. 

The price I was quoted for a whole new roof seemed reasonable (actually about what I was expecting to pay for a patch job), so I'm going ahead and getting a whole fresh roof put on.  At the moment, there's shingles flying off the roof every which-a-way.  Hope it all works out well.  And hopefully, I probably won't have to do this again in my lifetime.  I wasn't expecting the workers to show up today, though.  I woke up from a sound sleep and a spooky yet amusing dream about a ghost into asphyxia play in some haunted hotel to the sound of thumpings and bangings.  I honestly thought there were fireworks going off somewhere nearby and went to my window... oooh, it's coming from the roof!

Okay, they're directly above my head now.  I better move in case someone falls through.