It's Not a Typical Saturday

Why I made a dentist appointment for 8:30 a.m. on a Saturday, I have not a clue. The hygienist who cleaned my teeth was not the one I had originally booked. However, I was not disappointed as she was more than easy on the eye and rather competent to boot. A sexy woman scraping your teeth makes up for having to get up early. And yes, the masochist in me actually enjoys the feel of most dental work, a fact which came up in the conversation we had while she worked (not the masochist part, though). Although I suspect she is a sadomasochist herself, which most people who chose dentistry likely are, in my opinion, not that it's such a bad thing. She mentioned she actually liked the feel of having her teeth cleaned herself, which she said was probably the reason why she enjoyed her work so much.

You make bath time lots of fun

I wonder if the person who re-tweeted my tweet about Ernie and Rubber Ducky realizes that my friend Red was referring to a sex toy and I was referring to masturbation.

Harmless

Spotted these clothespins at Homesense. Anyone have any suggestions for possible uses?

The night was sultry, but not from the temperature outside

After a few days of unusually hot weather that felt like the dog days of August, it was nice to have an evening where the temperatures were more typical of late spring. Last night the sheet soaking was from mixing body fluids. The cool breeze felt nice.

Who Needs Porn When You Find This Stuff in Mainstream Science Fiction

Proof that the writers of the Dune novels were sadomasochists. Now I wonder what the bible-thumping folks whose quest to feverishly protect young-impressionable minds from smut would say about this excerpt from a basically PG-13 series of novels which I first started reading when I was around 12. Of course it might explain my twisted mind.

When he looked down at the thrashing Vladimir, his sweat-drenched clothes, and the defiant grin on his face, the Face Dancer realized another possible problem. The torture might be ineffective for the simple and straight-forward fact that this ghola actually enjoy it.

Anyway, toy bag is packed for tonight.

Spring Cleaning

Packed up some boxes for a friend who is moving into a new house. The cat may or may not still be in the box. In other news, I got my ass kicked in Mario Kart on Friday night.

Loneliness Is Collecting Dust on the Bookshelf

I've been nudged to update this thing sometime this century. I think the nudger had something more in mind than this update. She knows where to find me as my weekend plans may or may not involve getting into some sort of trouble with her. In case the rest of the world is wondering, those plans include a workshop with Lee Harrington. It will be great opportunity to see first hand the ties from Lee's book which Kona sent me in the Secret Santa endeavor from the defunct blog land that hosted the previous version of this journal.

In case anyone was wondering, somebody spilled half their cup of coffee on me this morning while I was standing in line at the coffee shop (not Starbucks by the way). Had to phone the misses to bring me a clean pair of underwear to replace the pair which managed to get soaked with coffee.