Updates

Well, I did it. I took the plunge. I switched over to Beta Blogger. Let me know if you have any problems, and I will do my best* to sort them out.

I've also updated my sidebar, so if you've been feeling neglected because you are a regular reader, vistor, commentor, or supporter, and you weren't included amongst my imaginary friends, it's not because I didn't like you. It's just that i've been soo fucking busy to make the updates.

I've also added a couple more fun things to the procrastination tools. I especially recommend reading Easy to be Hard. EZ and T-bear are a middle-aged American couple who have been in a long-distance -ship for 6 years, and only see each other a few times a year when they fly off to exotic destinations for a week or just a weekend of hot hot lovin'. These posts are wonderful and sensual and heartwarming and full of laughter and real life and love and frustration. So fix a cup of tea and take a few hours to read through the archives. You won't regret it.




Technical question: Can anyone out there (Babs?) tell me how to use the strikeout feature in my posts? I would like to learn how to do that.



Oh, fuck. It's hailing outside. I really hope this clears up by tomorrow.



*Given that I don't know shit from shinola when it comes to computers this will likely consist of me jumping up and down on my floor and cursing the creators of Blogger and their progeny with all the filth, fervor, and animosity my mouth can spew forth, but hey, that could be fun too.

Cultural Priorities

I've just come from Boots, where I purchased exactly two items: dental floss, and lubricant. I was astonished to discover that the cheapest dental floss available at Boots (their own "Smile" brand) cost MORE than the Boots brand lube.

Let me say that again: dental floss is more expensive than sex lube. Thus, lube is more accessible to the general populace.

Could this be why Britain has the highest teen pregnancy rate and worst oral hygeine in western Europe? I think we need to re-evaluate our cultural priorities.

Anticipation

Seems like there's a lot to anticipate lately: the return of the Pirate (there's a movie title if ever I wrote one), Christmas (when the Pirate comes home to meet my family!), and foremost on my mind at the mo, Fours Head. London. Tomorrow. the Tideway, second-shittiest stretch of water in the realm. I will be victorious or die trying. I wish the latter of those two options wasn't the more likely one.

Stay tuned...

Personal to... you know who you are.

And just like *that* he was gone. As abruptly as he came into my life he vanished -- in a whisper and an email.

Every so often, maybe a few times in our small lives, we meet someone whose presence changes us forever. I do not yet know in exactly what capacity I am altered, but I know I will never be the same again.

I'm not good at 'goodbyes,' though lord knows I've had enough practice at them -- far too much practice, really -- so I will let Walt Whitman do it for me:

Now, dearest comrade, lift me to your face;
We must separate a while -- here, take from my lips this kiss.
Whoever you are, I give it especially to you.
So long! -- and I hope we shall meet again...

(Calm down; i'm not talking about the Pirate. All is well on that front.)

Two beefs

First, (cuz we all know where my priorities lie): porn.

Why the fuck is it that if you go googling for some new porn, it doesn't matter what you type in, all you get is a bunch of pages that are lists of links, most of them to pages that are still more lists of links, and so on and so forth. Where is the actual porn???

So I'm taking suggestions. If you know of a particularly good porn site, tell me what it is please. Here's what I like:
1. Lots of sounds, moaning, breathing, etc.
2. Camera shots of faces, not just dicks and pussy
3. (and this is the biggie) Lots of free sample videos. (I can't actually afford to subscribe to anything.)
Sexual orientation matters not. I'll take straight, gay, lesbo, group, whatever. On you mark, get set, GO!


Second beef: BETA blogger. I havn't switched over yet. I've been nervous about what it will do to my blog and my commentators (that's you lot). I've noticed lately that on certain blogs (such as Timorous Beastie) when I go to leave a comment it doesn't recognize me as Chaucer's Bitch, but as my real-world meat space name. This seriously pisses me off. What the fuck is it doing bandying about my real name??? If I wanted to use my real name I wouldn't have created a webID in the first place. If I switch to BETA blogger, will it make all of you use your real names? Or am I doing something wrong? Why is it doing this?

Would those of you who have made the switch share with me your observations of the new system?

And is anyone else having difficulty with the system showing their comments by their real names instead of their webIDs?

Running gag

It's become a bit of a running gag. It started with my backpack. I knew before I came to Brizzle that I would be doing a lot of cycling after dark, owing to the fact that I can't afford a car and in the winter it gets dark here at like, 1:30 in the afternoon. I have one of those reflective crossing-guard stripe thingys (the kind that go around your waist and over one shoulder), but it always bothered me that when I have a backpack on the reflector is covered up. So I bought a lime green, hi-vis backpack with a super reflective stripe on the back and... (can you believe this?)... bright green blinking lights on it. I love it.

Then I needed a new fleece gilet/vest/waistcoat (depending on your country of origin), and at the time of my purchase the only colors available were black, which is boring, baby ass pink, which is unacceptable, and lime green. So i got the green.

Next came the shoes. (are you frightened yet?) Rubber, breathable, mesh sneakers that i can slip on and off easily when getting in and out of the boat, and since they're rubber mesh they dry out in 5 seconds if they get wet and they won't disintigrate. Color options: yellow, orange, green. So of course I got the green. By this point i was figuring 'what the hell,' you know?

Long story short (too late!), 2 years on half my kit is lime green. It's not that I'm a huge fan of the color, but it's become a bit of a running gag, particularly down at the club. It's useful, too, because a) no one EVER steals it (no one wants it and if they tried everyone else would instantly know where they got it), and b) if i lose stuff it always gets returned (for reasons mentioned above).

So when I decided i needed a new pair of leg warmers (by now you surely must know where this is going), is it any surprise that I just purchesed these:

WE GOT CONTROL OF BOTH HOUSES!

One branch down, two to go...