The Answer Bunny is so darned cute! It screams cuteness. It oozes cuteness. It probably even smells of cuteness. (No, don’t ask how I know what cuteness smells like. Really.)

Pointless and inane, but cute. Oh, but that’s right…it’s a bunny, after all.

I thought about putting this entry under the category “Amusement” but I find it more deranged than amusing…and I haven’t started a category for “Just Wrong.” (I suppose I should consider doing that.)

Anyhow, every chick knows a D&D gamer, right? Right? (Oh please god, let it not just be me who’s a geek magnet…) Now, however, with the publication of the Book of Erotic Fantasy – a RPG game guide crossed with the Kama Sutra – your average gaming geek can become a Tantric wizard wielding spells like “engorged strikes” and “orgasmic vibrations.” There are even magical STD’s – I suppose for the spellcaster who forgot to wrap his wand. *dies laughing*

I see some gamer approach me for a game with this book tucked under his arm, and I’ll tell him I’m a Vestal Virgin class character. *reanimates so I can die laughing again*

Of course it takes good vocals to make a great song really memorable. But there are several musicians out there with voices that are so intense, so compelling, that you just melt every time you hear one of their songs.

Which singer’s voice makes such an impact on you, sensually, that you’d take them to bed on the sound of their voice alone?

I’ve always gotten an amazing weak-in-the-knees feeling from the voice of Steve Perry from Journey.

There’s been a lot of negativity in the local press about the Portland Police, but I believe most cops are decent people who are doing their best in a difficult job. Case in point, Sunday afternoon while I was browsing the pattern books at Fabric Depot, I got a call from Lyse. She’d had a tire blow out while on her way to the airport for drill weekend duty, and had been forced to pull over in a no-parking zone. Just a minute or two later, a cop had pulled in behind her. She’d worried she was going to be ticketed for where she was parked, but the first words out of the officer’s mouth were, “Do you have help on the way?”

She’d just been on the phone to her cell company (yes, my employer, Death Star Int’l…getting more bad press), who had apparently neglected to transfer over her roadside assistance when she moved from Silverdale, WA to Portland last summer. As a result, no roadside assistance was forthcoming. The police officer radioed in to dispatch for some help for her, and even requested the dispatcher to get a price check on a tire change when Lyse asked! After confirming the tow truck was on the way to change her tire, the officer then mentioned to Lyse that her tags were 3 days’ expired and she’d want to get that taken care of before a traffic cop ticketed her for it. (Lyse hadn’t known that her Washington tags weren’t good until the end of the month in which they expired, like in most states – including Oregon.)

I got there shortly before the spare was securely on her car, and was quite relieved that she was safe & sound. I followed her to Midas, only to discover they’re closed on Sundays. Then, of course, we went out to lunch at Shari’s.

But what could have been a truly rotten experience was made a lot easier by a caring cop.

I haven’t been online much lately, because I’ve been busy with other projects. Sunday, I picked up several sewing patterns, and threw myself into making a new blouse with abandon.

It took a wee bit longer than I’d expected. When it comes to sewing, I’m just slightly obsessive about ironing seams and making gathers perfect and getting those hems exactly straight. So the blouse wasn’t done until a bit after 4 am Monday morning. I was going to stop a lot earlier, but I realized I only had the sleeves left to do…yeah, the sleeves took a while. What with the trim, and all.

An illustration of the blouse is here. I made the long-sleeved version, which has trim around the neckline and on the sleeves, which are open along the tops of the arms. I thought it would be a nice breezy top, and it did turn out quite nicely, although using black fabric (with a very lovely bright lavender trim) doesn’t exactly make it look summery.

Lyse stopped by Monday after her errand to Midas, and said she was vaguely creeped out by seeing the new garment on a hanger. “It’s just weird!” she insisted. “It didn’t exist yesterday.” I pointed out that it most certainly did, just not in that form. Hey, I may be a witch, but I can’t make stuff appear out of thin air. *laugh*

For my next project, I can’t decide whether to make a skirt or a sundress…

Yeah, I don’t watch anime. But I do read Kylanath’s blog. *grin*

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My demonspawn have been watching this little snippet of bad animation over and over again, to the point that they’ve memorized it. Ever since they found it, they’ve been gleefully accosting friends & family with, “Bother, bother, bother, bother, bother, bother, bother, bother, bother, bother!”

Angst and her little psycho-friends (including, of course, the DeMonica) actually got tossed off a Tri-Met bus today for getting too loud and disruptive with “bothering” one another. Stupid teen stunts, bleah.

Strangely, I find it brainlessly amusing, but I still don’t really get it.

Because Laura did it. *big grin*

1. Do you try to look hot when you go to the grocery store just in case someone recognizes you from your blog?

No, I look hot when I go to the grocery store for a few reasons, but none of them have to do with someone recognizing me from my blog – they’re because some cutie might hit on me in the produce section, or because I might bump into one of my ex’s (and it’s always good to remind them of how hot I am since they let me go), and – most importantly – because I feel good when I look great.

2. Are the photos you post Photoshopped or otherwise altered?

Non-altered. I’m not all that photogenic (i.e. I look better in person than in pics), so it might be nice to Photoshop my pics, but I don’t know how.

3. Do you like it when creeps or dorks email you?

I don’t get email from creeps or dorks. Just email from friends, the occasional friendly Internet stalker, and spam. Really, I think I’ve gotten 2 creepy emails ever, since I started my Hotmail public email account about 8 years ago.

4. Do you lie in your blog?

No – and wouldn’t that be entirely pointless? If I want to write fiction, I have other places for that. And no, it’s not erotic fiction, either; I can’t write that stuff to save my life – though a half-dozen or so gentlemen have gifted me with some very *purr* delightful *quiver* erotica written just for me.

5. Are you passive-aggressive in your blog?

I’m actually nicer in my blog than I am in person. Mostly.

6. Do you ever threaten to quit writing so people will tell you not to stop?

Whatever. That’s a stupid teen stunt if I ever saw one. “Get down off the cross, honey – somebody needs the wood!”

7. Are you in therapy? If not, should you be? If so, is it helping?

Not currently. The only therapy I’ve been in is couple’s counseling for the last few months, and we’re on haitus for several weeks. I kinda miss it, and I do find it helpful, but my relationship isn’t suffering for lack of it, either.

8. Do you delete mean comments? Do you fake nice ones?

I don’t know how to delete comments. Maybe my webmaster (my Number One Internet Fanboy) does; I haven’t asked. And as Laura said, I would continue to blog even if NO ONE ever came here or commented again.

9. Have you ever rubbed one out while reading a blog? How about after?

Oh ew. If I’m going to be doing something like that – which could only be accomplished in front of the computer if no one else was home, which is almost never – I would not be reading a blog, but rather The Erotic Adventures of Willow & Spike.

10. If your readers knew you in person, would they like you more or like you less?

I guess that would depend on whether I’m fucking them. *smirk*

That’s a joke – really! I’ve been told I’m the type you either adore or are totally disinterested in, so if people like the blog, they’d probably like me even more in person.

11. Do you have a job?

I work part-time at a paying job, and the rest of the time being a Warrior Mom.

12. If someone offered you a decent salary to blog full-time without restrictions, would you do it?

I second Laura’s answer: FUCK YES. Where do I sign up?

13. Which blogger do you want to meet in real life?

Definitely Laura, because I think I could learn a lot from her…mostly in the area of being a bitch goddess with blistering wit. *perky grin*

14. How many bloggers have you made out with?

Well, if I count every person I know for a fact writes a blog currently, that would be four. Not all of them are on my blogroll.

15. Do you usually act like you have more money or less money than you really have?

This is a blog question, how? I don’t think I act as if I have more or less money than I do. I probably act like I’m more responsible with it than I am, however.

16. Does your family read your blog?

To the best of my knowledge, my relatives don’t read my blog. Most of my family do, I believe.

17. How old is your blog?

I started my journal on December 18, 2001, so that’s 2.5 years. This blog is just since Leap Day 2004.

18. Do you get more than 1000 pageviews per day? Do you care?

I have no idea. I get about 100-125 page hits a day on my journal but I lost the link that Karel sent me to check my blog stats.

19. Do you have another secret blog in which you write about being depressed, slutty, or a liar?

I have another blog where I write about vulnerabilities I don’t care to share with other than a handful of close friends, but “being depressed, slutty, or a liar” are not among my concerns.

20. Have you ever given another blogger money for his/her writing?

No. I’ve bought swag from sites I particularly like, though. I have a coffee mug collection, you see…*grin* So I have coffee mugs from Diary-X and Pool, and I’m sure I will eventually get a swag mug from a couple of other sites.

21. Do you report the money you earn from your blog on your taxes?

Ha ha ha ha ha! This is a hobby, albeit a slightly obsessive one. But I make no moolah – and in fact, between my website and my Diary-X upgraded membership (you can get a journal there for free, and no nasty ads either), I spend at least $60 a year on my online hobbies. That doesn’t count my Internet connection, either.

22. Is blogging narcissistic?

Well, duh. It’s therapeutic narcissism, though. At least that’s what I keep saying. *grin*

23. Do you feel guilty when you don’t post for a long time?

I don’t feel guilty when I say something blistering to my children and they cry, if they deserved it – so why would I feel guilty for not blogging?

24. Do you like John Mayer?

Who?

25. Do you have enemies?

I’m not important enough to have enemies, thanks.

26. Are you lonely?

I live with 2 adults, 2 children, 3 cats, and a boa constrictor. I have 3 best friends, 2 lovers, and oodles of other nifty people in my life. I haven’t been lonely in ages. Besides, I think being lonely is like being bored – if you are, it’s your own fault for not doing something to change it.

(Found this link at All That Jaz. Let the silliness commence.)

We regret to announce the unpleasant death of Lilith, who on the 7th of May of this year was brutally stabbed by a nasty orc. This unfortunate incident occurred in an adult bookstore at Camp Fusketotulee. The deceased was reported to have shouted “Well, there goes the rest of my day…” just before expiring. Lilith is survived by some thankless family members, who are even now looting the personal effects of the departed. Funeral services will be held the 2nd of next month.

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So I was relating to my roommate Molly that I’d put up a new solo profile at PolyMatchMaker, and although I’d specified that I was looking for people “fairly close to my age,” the two messages I’ve gotten so far have been from men over 50. Hi, what part of “fairly close to age 35” is not computing here? (Geoffrey suggested that most men don’t actually pay attention to anything other than the photo. I am beginning to suspect he’s right.)

After I’d ranted a bit – “What, do I need to put the age range I’m looking for in bold? Or ALL CAPS?!” – Molly suggested I state, “Close to my age, and not young-at-heart…actually, ‘not young-at-pacemaker’ sounds better!” We had a good belly laugh over that.

Then I idly wondered if there was a Portland Poly Bloggers group in town (since I know about one bloggers group but there are reasons I don’t join that one), and Molly replied, “I don’t know, but I’m sure if you started one, people would be coming.”

Pause.

“I mean, arriving!” she amended.

“Or attending, even?” I suggested. Yeah, we’re naughty little monkeys. *smirk*