All the way to hell

[lizblackdog]

"There is the question of that degrading and primitive act to which I was subjected in the control room.


...I should like you to do it again."


Quote of the moment, from current obsession Blake's 7.

The obsessions, passions and crushes are thronging like leaves in bloody Vallombrosa lately, and blowing away almost as fast; although I do stay faithful to the ones I truly love, books, shows or people.

...in my fashion.


Bournemouth Munch last night. I wasn't really in the best mood for it - at once sleepy and fratchety - but met some nice new people and we got to play with this amazing Polymorph plastic. I don't know if its inventors considered its potential in the light of home-made paddles, slappers, ticklers, cuffs, probes and dildos when they first brought it out, but... let's just say I must have some. I MUST.

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[lizblackdog.livejournal.com]

oh, you don't even need a stove! at the demonstration we were dropping into recently-boiled water and that worked just fine. It doesn't go liquid, it just goes very soft and workable. Lovely, lovely, lovely stuff.

cannot WAIT to see drawings. I did a naked Cardassian ink drawing once, with a blindfold on. Can't recall why I did a blindfold, except that a. they turn me on and b. it saved a certain amount of face drawing and I am teh lazy.

of course, now that my fucking right arm isn't functioning I'm seized by a huge urge to make art, when I've done almost nothing for years. typical me.

[kyra-neko-rei.livejournal.com]

Hmmm. Blindfold, huh? I'll have to drawing that a try. I've got this plot demon going around in my head that involves a female Bajoran Resistance fighter and a male Cardassian prisoner, and some light bondage and some sex.

Speaking of blindfolds, though, a few months ago I found a site that sold a really lovely artistic ones shaped like face masks (and some gags shaped like ceramic lips, so elegant that one can't really call them gags). I'll have to go looking for it; thanks for reminding me.

My brother and dad showed up at campus the other day, with a second-hand scanner that Dad bought at a garage sale for two dollars. It does not work. Two weekends from now I am moving back home for a couple months, and will probably set up my computer next to the family one, and unplug the working scanner at the end that's not tangled in a huge rat's nest of wires in back of the computer, and plug my printer cable into it. Problem solved.

On the other hand, I might just run into Goodwill when I'm making trips home with my stuff next week (I for once have the car at campus), and buy one of my own. Perhaps the Prophets, Gods, or something of the sort will smile on me and it will work.