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I don’t know how my fingernails got this long (they’ve always grown really really fast), but I need to cut them. Seems like a waste not to get at least ONE pretty picture with them, though, so here it is:

Long Fingernails, Shiny Pink Pussy

It looks pretty, but also illustrates the fingernails’ lack of function when it really counts; what can I really DO to my pussy while I’m sporting those nails . . . besides injure it? So yeah . . . it’s just for show. If only I had a bunch of penis-people to give fancy-nail hand-jobs to on video . . .

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I love the moon and stars. As the days get longer again it makes all the shiny sparkly things at night look even more enchanting.

Moon tonight, behind house, through trees

Tonight Delia made an awesome salad for us. Perfect bite-size greens, thin slices of red bell pepper, avocados, LOTS of walnuts, still-warm bacon, tomato . . . maybe some other stuff I’m forgetting?

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Some of my productive working hours today were consumed by . . . stuff . . . and trying to find a lightweight chat client Delia and I can use just to talk to each other with a minimal amount of intrusion and strain on our machines and fewer interruptions to each other when we’re working solo (like when she’s camming and/or I’m webmastering or hatching evil schemes). The intercom and texting and email aren’t working since it takes too long to text, we don’t always have our phones with us, I always have my phone on silent (plus it takes too long to text), I keep email closed / only check it once or a few times a day, etc.

I just want to be able to work for hours at a stretch with no human interaction. It’s best for everybody sometimes and a lot more efficient for me. I also want to avoid being an asshole to live with, and I think the chat thing will help when I’m in a leave-me-alone-I’m-CONCENTRATING mood. Because I always feel shitty when I have to say that out loud, partly because its soooooooooooo hard for me to say it in a nice way. When I’m concentrating I don’t want to make words with my mouth. It, like, HURTS.

Chat is a good way for me to interact because I can use emoticons instead of expressing things with my face or using my voice. So we’re trying out Miranda and made new id’s on a social network that only the two of us know about. I cannot sign in on most places without being inundated with bullshit and SOUNDS and I just really want to not have my chat program crashing all of the time or just being a resource hog in general. Unfortunately it took some time just to customize simple things (sounds! there were none!) with Miranda. We just want it for communicating with each other, I do not want to be pestered to chat with anyone except Delia when I’m trying to work.

The way I see it, phones and instant messengers are tools people use to SET OFF ALARMS in other people’s homes and lives. I do not like it when people set off alarms in WebWhore Headquarters — I do not like it when alarms ring when I’m working or wiping my ass or masturbating or eating or listening to birds or trying to learn new things or remember old things I’ve forgotten — so I want to be able to turn off all of the alarms and have just one that only Delia can ring.

And that I can use to ring her. AGAINANDAGAINANDAGAIN!! I am very glad that she doesn’t have the same sensitivity to interruptions that I do. Still, I know she doesn’t always welcome me stomping up the stairs into HER office space or calling her when she’s trying to flirt with her cam customers.

My top priority starting yesterday for at least five days is to get lots of exercise and do a lot of stretching in preparation to do a lot of shooting.

Here was the view from my yoga mat on the floor this morning:

"Skyyyyyyy hi-uh-eye" (everything's a Blue Rodeo song today)

I loved watching the clouds whispering past the sliver of moon:

Clouds coming to get the moon.

Sliver of moon.

Today’s Olympic Mountains from the backyard:

Today's Olympic Mountains: snowy & skirted with low clouds

Lots of trees were blooming on my brisk noon-time walk:

Spring blossoms shot with my new smartphone!

I know — how many colors of sky-blue can there be?!? I think the first picture is the most accurate to my eye. With the moon-and-cloud pictures I just wanted you to see the contrast I was enjoying.

So! Of course I have other goals and mega-amounts of stuff on my to-do list, but my waist is measuring more than 35 inches; I need to work on my health before I have a heart attack or cortisol-poison my brain to death or something.

Members: I’ve got a lovely gallery to post for you as soon as I finish two blog entries that I want to post WITH it.

9/3/2010 Cabin Day #1: 0 (zero) words

Loading stuff up in the van to take to the cabin I worried that the neighbors would think I was moving out and leaving Delia. Maybe that worry was just a projection of my own discomfort over making time alone/away a priority. Because there aren’t good models affirming pursuing time alone away from home unless it’s to do regular work that regular people do in the midst of whole bunches of other regular people. People who desire as much time alone as I do are widely regarded as unhealthy freaks or suspected of having other motives besides a simple need for solitude. Whatever the reason, I wanted to keep running back inside to hug Delia and get reassurance that whatever I‘m doing it‘s not what it might look like to the neighbors.

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At the cabin the wind blew and I wondered how come the skinny tall trees here don’t fall down. I amazed myself by not being annoyed that there’s a daycare with kid sounds a block away. I felt the sun on the back of my neck. I gazed at the crescent moon with breakfast around noon. I scratched up my arm and the back of my thigh on blackberry bush thorns. I figured out where I can stand and lie in the cabin with the blinds open without being seen by the girl in the big house or the people next door. I made a note to buy a couple of curtains to further hide myself when desired in those couple of places where I can be seen. I caught up on all of the pooping I didn’t get done while we were away from home for three nights.

I started to stop thinking about how to get down the ladder from the loft  (how do I mount it under the slant of roof? Do I turn around and climb it back down or just walk straight forward like I’m going down stairs?). I lit a candle. Then I blew it out when we left to get gas, but only $15 worth because we’re almost out of money until Tuesday so we didn’t reset the mileage on the odometer because our fuel gauge is broken/stuck on full.

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Things didn’t go exactly as planned, meaning I didn’t have time to plan to make things perfectly prepared.

Want to read more about Day One at The Cabin? I’m hiding the minute details after a break so as not to bore or overwhelm folks who don’t want to read about my zero word count day:

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