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WAH!

We just got home from our shooting spree and at least one of the galleries is just FUCKED. A cute/silly one, too! It’s like the photos are broken down into big blocky pixel-like chunks and I can’t for the life of me figure out WHY. We didn’t change any settings on the camera or do anything odd that I can think of. The next set of photos turned out fine, and actually many of the photos within the same set are normal.

Here’s what it looks like (you have to click on the small picture to see the problem):

CLICK ON THE PIC TO SEE THE PROBLEM

I have no desire to waste time troubleshooting things like this either. Was it the camera? Was it the connection when I downloaded them? Is it the memory card? WHAT IN GOD’S NAME IS CHOWING ON OUR PHOTOS??? I *have* noticed that it seems like our picture quality has been going down over the past six months and I’ve blamed our camera maybe just getting old and being overworked, but I’ve never seen anything this overtly fucked up.

On top of that the past couple of VIDEOS I downloaded from one of our camcorders and edited had problems too (beeps and weird blocky almost-eaten pixel areas). Is it my aura that’s causing these problems or what? Again, I hate wasting time trying to eliminate possibilities one step at a time (cable? tape? camcorder? WHAT?). And it seems crazy to just go buy a new camcorder and a new camera particularly when the issues aren’t happening consistently.

And on top of THAT? The CD/DVD drive on my new computer I just bought in January is no longer working. What the fuck??

Oh well. I’m just glad *all* of our pics weren’t ruined. Maybe I’ll buy an inexpensive camera while we’re still trying to decide/save up for a fancy replacement. Maybe someone reading this has an idea of what the problem is? If so, fire away . . . it would be a consolation just to know what’s wrong even if “what’s wrong” is that the camera is totally shot out.

SHOOT PREP

We’re going to be gone for three days / a couple of nights in a rental shooting as big of a buttload of photos as we possibly can. Normally we don’t do a great job of taking care of our fingernails and toenails as we should given our line of work, so I scheduled a manicure for Tucker and a pedicure for myself today. I think the asian guy doing my feet tickled them on purpose with his pumice stone and got a big jolt of pleasure out of making me squirm and giggle.

So. I did do the brunette thing again and even a shade darker than last time. I LOVE IT!

Anyway, there won’t be any action on our spycams while we’re gone since there’s no internet access where we’re going. I know, it sounds like we’re living in some kind of a time warp, but we tend to rent places that are in rural locations for our shoots so modern amenities like internet access can’t be taken for granted and honestly, I’m kind of glad. We like to get away from the spycams and just immerse ourselves in shooting and then having bedtime all to ourselves with no computers humming or peepers peeping.

DISCARDED PORN

Disposal of porn is like trying to get rid of chemical weapons or nuclear waste. No matter what you do with it, you’re running the risk of discovery, humiliation, and worse still, contamination of an innocent population.

You know what’s worse than porn? THROWING AWAY OLD PORN. You know what happens when guys throw their porn away so that their wives or girlfriends don’t get mad at them? KIDS FIND THE STASH.

Seriously. Before the internet most kids were exposed to porn in their parents’ nightstands OR by reclaiming mysteriously discarded magazines thrown in ditches or dumpsters. Right? I don’t know how many stories I’ve heard of kids finding filthy magazines and that being their first exposure to pornography. BUT I’VE NEVER HEARD ANY MORAL SCOLD WARN AGAINST THIS TRAGEDY. My goodness ladies, don’t pressure your husbands to get rid of their porn collections because it will no doubt wind up in an innocent child’s ruin!! I mean, they never even issued any guidelines that I knew of for the PROPER disposal of pornography (clearly burning is the only option).

How come so many people worry about the appropriate way to rid a household of a ouija board but no dire warnings have ever been issued about centerfolds being sent to the landfill only to find themselves RIGHT BACK IN YOUR HOUSE, this time under a child’s mattress!?!

Joking aside, I truly think this is fucked-up oversight on the part of anti-porn crusaders since, until the advent of the internet, SHAME was probably one of the top three reasons kids got their hands on porn. Because someone threw their collection away, a kid scavenged for it and his eyes were burned out by the sordid sight of SKIN!!

Anyway, you should NEVER EVER throw your porn away. Instead you should donate it to Carol Queen’s library of the Center for Sex and Culture.

If you want to waste some more time, here’s another funny piece about porn disposal.

ON THE WHORE OF A DILEMMA

Shit!! Delia is camming tonight in one of her blonde wigs and in three hours made three times as much as she made last week as a brunette in six hours. GUYS SPEND MORE MONEY ON BLONDES. That’s all there is to it.

I have an appointment to get my hair colored tomorrow and planned to stick with dark hair just ONE MORE TIME but Delia’s income tonight reminds me once again how foolish it is to cling to my brunette locks. FOOLISH. There’s no backing out now, though, as all of my outfits I’ve lined up for our next two photo shoots look best with dark hair. ALL OF MY FAVORITE COLORS LOOK BEST WITH DARK HAIR!! Coral, salmon, aqua, orange, pink, red. I do *love* brown, though, and brown looks best with blonde hair.

I know. You don’t care.

TRUE NECROMANCE ON SIN CITIES

Ooooh!! The hysterical zombie-movie-in-one-day that Tucker and I were in (he as the vicar and me playing the esteemed role of Helen Cooper) can be previewed now on Bravo UK’s Sin Cities website:

SEE WEBISODE HERE!!!!
Episode 10: Porn Director

I knew it would be funny, but having never seen Sin Cities on television I didn’t realize the potential for our fifteen minutes of potential tv infamy to mock us so deliciously. And aren’t those chopsticks on my boobs HILARIOUS?

I’ve heard that the whole episode is due to air in April sometime so check your local listings if you’re in the UK or one of the many other countries with access to Sin Cities.

Ashley Hames gives serious direction to me and Tucker.

I strip for the vicar.

I think I’m Ricky Gervais’ long lost cousin!
Seriously, don’t I resemble him or am I flattering myself?

FYI: Ashley squirts my face with cum during the making of the “movie” and the always-appreciated Jackhammer Jesus dildo features prominently in the graveyard scene.

RHYTHMIC & REPETITIVE

When I’m in hermit mode I *love* to do work that only requires lower-level thinking skills: stuff that’s repetitive and allows me to get into a mind-numbing rhythm where I can hyperfocus on the trivial details of the task at hand. Jobs where I can totally lose myself.

One of those jobs is adding galleries to my neglected/underdeveloped/unfinished free porn site. Another is finding photos and clips to post and write about over at my Live WebWhores blog. I seriously wish I could spend a couple of weeks doing nothing but writing blog entries there, and then at least a full workday or two per month after that. Does it qualify as work? Yeah, it does; I promote iFriends from that Live WebWhores blog.

I know some people think we webwhores are supposed to pretend that we do all of this sex work and blogging PURELY for the sheer pleasure and sexual ecstasy of it, but I simply must ruin the mystique of it to tell you that every time someone joins iFriends for free from one of my sites I actually make more money on that free join than when someone joins MY site and pays for it. Wacky, huh? The truth is I could make more money promoting other people’s sites for 25% of the work and legal risks and at 5% of the expense of running our own sites. That fact on its own should mitigate any damage I’ve done by reminding people that I do this work for profit since I clearly must love operating our sites if I continue to do it in spite of the fact that I could make more money with less effort in other ways.

As it stands, I enjoy so many aspects of this industry that I can’t help scattering my efforts all over the place. It’s nice to have a job for every mood even though it makes it a challenge to make efficient time-management decisions. In the end, I think it’s pretty healthy and cool. And fuck, I really need to make more time to CONSUME porn and enjoy it; it doesn’t make sense for me to make porn but allow myself so little time to peruse other people’s. Example: best movie gallery I stumbled upon today: self-conscious slightly-dorky but-still-hot guy tugging himself outside. These are thing I *need* to see, right??

NEW PLAYLIST

My “radio” station has a new song selection on shuffle play; it’s been about six months since I fooled around with it so it’s long overdue.

I definitely have a different mix of music on there than I play, say, during my cam shows. While I love my show music, it seems that the people who favorite-list my radio station DO NOT like it when I inject songs like Mr. Crowley into my playlists. I can’t imagine what they would do if I dared to play Bon Jovi. Guess I’ll have to find out one of these days.

HERMIT TRIXIE

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I’ve enjoyed a fantastic week and a fantastic birthday, so fantastic, in fact, that I’m in worn-out hermit mode. THIS is also a contributing factor in my fatigue.

I think I might also be a little bit depressed; getting to spend so much time with family this week was so pleasant that I feel frustrated we live hours away from each other. My face still hurts from grinning at my nephew. It bothers me that I can’t see him whenever I want to at the drop of a hat, and I blame myself. I blame myself for not making enough money to have more reliable transportation to make visiting easier. I blame myself for not making enough money to have a bigger television so we could all watch Borat without eyestrain. I blame myself for not making enough money to have a house where everyone can stay and be comfortable and stretch out for days and weeks and months at a time. I blame myself for not making enough money to help out my family with their own financial woes. I blame myself for not getting ahead on work stuff so that I could hang out without having to think about what I needed to accomplish.

Being around a nine-month old child carrying portions of my DNA alters my perspective on a lot of things, too. My perspective on what I do for work, for example, and the stand I take on certain free speech issues. The maternal instinct is really one of emotional hysteria, I think, which overwhelms my family-unfriendly intellectualizations of certain issues. I’m being vague, I know, but my point is just to share that I feel a little tipped-over and unsteady, and yes — I do have a maternal instinct. It’s been pretty easy for me to deny it since I’ve not been around little kids for extended periods of time for the past thirteen years, but I was never one of those people who totally didn’t understand wanting kids (I just wanted NOT to have them more, or to have foster kids which is out of the question now for me: my only real regret about entering this line of work and being so open about it). I’m also just worn out from the crazy emotions of the intense joy (observing my nephew, hearing him, feeling him, smelling him, making him laugh and smile) combined with intense anxiety (irrationally fearing for his life when he’s sleeping, crying, wobbling, etc.). And it’s not just my nephew, but seeing my sister. My little sister as a mom. My little sister and her son, who shapeshifts between her, her husband/his dad, my grandpa, my uncle, my grandma . . . I’ve always been close to my sister so combining the enormity of love and awe and protectiveness I feel for her with the enormity of love and awe and protectiveness I feel for her child / my nephew is just SO BIG that it’s a shock to my system once Tucker and I are alone in the house again.

This morning I watched morning television on the networks (the “news” and The View) and that made me feel strange, too. I never watch that stuff in the morning (I think I’ve only watched The View a few times with my mom) and I felt like I was on another planet or had entered a parallel universe or something. The whole thing felt totally surreal. There was Rosie and Barbara and Joy and what’s-her-stupid-face, all talking about their children and partners and family . . . talking to one another like they are “real people” having a normal conversation but they’re on a stage entertaining hoardes of strangers, totally detached and disconnected from their children and families and real friends. And there I was, lying alone in bed, mouth unmoving except to chew food. My arms sore and heavy repairing from the unaccustomed lifting of my nephew’s weight earlier this week. Conspicuously empty.

I’m going to go brush the dog.

FAMILY TIME

We’re madly cleaning in anticipation of the arrival of my sister, brother-in-law, and squishy nephew. They’re coming early for my family-oriented birthday party/spring celebration and staying until Wednesday.

What does this mean for our members? Some of the cams and/or audio may be down while they’re here the next three days/nights. I won’t be paying much attention to computer/site stuff, and we canceled our Monday and Tuesday shows.

What does this mean for me? I’ve been looking forward to this birthday celebration for awhile since we didn’t celebrate Christmas here in Washington state with my family because we were in Michigan with Tucker’s. My 34th birthday and onset of spring feel like a good substitute. Normally I don’t give a shit about my birthday (and I definitely don’t care about what day Christmas is celebrated), but this time around I totally told everybody what we are going to do, how we’re going to do it, and I have held-over Christmas presents to give them so I can feel like a springtime Santa Claudette. I’m excited!