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Seriously hot video. I can't embed here from Vimeo, so its' over here.
I've always been a fan of Chad Michael Ward's photography, so to see him moving into video is awesome!
I've always been a fan of Chad Michael Ward's photography, so to see him moving into video is awesome!
And now, an SG Public Service Announcement:
Be keeping your eyes out around here on the weekends. Rumor has it that at least for a while, staff will be overruling MR a bit in order to bring you some darker, more creative sets that perhaps didn't get the highest approval ratings. Obviously, this makes me SUPER happy, as there are tons of incredible sets languishing in MR that were far to unique to make everybody happy. I like the idea of MR, but it has it's drawbacks, and one of them is that if a set isn't "pretty" enough, or involves thinking to hard, or pushes even a bit into certain areas of sexuality, you lose some folks. Maybe not even that many around here, but enough to lose the 97-98% approval rating that is usually the cream of the crop in MR. So I'm stoked that staff is taking the reins a bit in order to bump the level of creativity and general weirdness back up.
I know that a lot of you who have been here since time began don't check in on the sets all that often, but
it would be great if you at least checked in on the weekend sets and let staff know that this is appreciated! The first two went up this past weekend:
Kaley's Resistance is Futile
and Noidd's The Bright Young Things
Be keeping your eyes out around here on the weekends. Rumor has it that at least for a while, staff will be overruling MR a bit in order to bring you some darker, more creative sets that perhaps didn't get the highest approval ratings. Obviously, this makes me SUPER happy, as there are tons of incredible sets languishing in MR that were far to unique to make everybody happy. I like the idea of MR, but it has it's drawbacks, and one of them is that if a set isn't "pretty" enough, or involves thinking to hard, or pushes even a bit into certain areas of sexuality, you lose some folks. Maybe not even that many around here, but enough to lose the 97-98% approval rating that is usually the cream of the crop in MR. So I'm stoked that staff is taking the reins a bit in order to bump the level of creativity and general weirdness back up.
I know that a lot of you who have been here since time began don't check in on the sets all that often, but
it would be great if you at least checked in on the weekend sets and let staff know that this is appreciated! The first two went up this past weekend:
Kaley's Resistance is Futile
and Noidd's The Bright Young Things
This weekend:
-Shot with Lorelei out in the redwoods- you'll have to wait a while for that one, as I just got one set up in MR! I know, I know- I take a break for almost a year, and now I'm gonna start bombarding you all again
-Reagan and Rambo made an unexpected appearance in SF, so I got to drink margaritas and giggle with them, Quinne, and Dice. Sometimes I wonder if I would have any friends at all if it wasn't for SG!
-Speaking of, obd hits town tomorrow, so it's game night at baudot's with him and AcidGrampa. See what I mean?
-Shot with Lorelei out in the redwoods- you'll have to wait a while for that one, as I just got one set up in MR! I know, I know- I take a break for almost a year, and now I'm gonna start bombarding you all again
-Reagan and Rambo made an unexpected appearance in SF, so I got to drink margaritas and giggle with them, Quinne, and Dice. Sometimes I wonder if I would have any friends at all if it wasn't for SG!
-Speaking of, obd hits town tomorrow, so it's game night at baudot's with him and AcidGrampa. See what I mean?
-New Set in Member Review: The Fisherman's Wife: Cherry and I share a fascination with all things cephalopod. We are both long-time members of the Hentai Group here on SG, and we've discussed our love of tentacles for quite a while. When she came up to San Francisco for Wonder Con, we decided to combine her photographic and artistic skills with my skills with dead things into one big, tentacle-filled extravaganza.
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The octopi here fall into two classes: the ones Cherry drew and the real ones. The real ones came from the Korean grocery by my house, and went through a dye job (Easter egg dye works great!), in some cases some basic taxidermy to give them shape, and for the large ones I gave them fake eyes, as well. If you are wondering what came of them after the shoot, I still have all but one that suffered a nasty tentacle blowout. They've been preserved in alcohol and jarred, and are sitting on my bookcase in the hall. While Cherry and I both love octopi greatly, we felt that these little guys would be appreciated far more, and for far longer, than if they had ended up as a bowl of Nakji Bokkeum.
Thanks much to Bob for kitten wrangling (to a cat, octopi are the greatest thing ever: strings made of fish), and for telling us all about chromotophores. Thanks to Trillian for putting up with the bizarre shit I do in the kitchen, and most of all thanks to Cherry for making this happen!
The Dream of the Fisherman's Wife, Katsushika Hokusai, woodcut, @1820
.The octopi here fall into two classes: the ones Cherry drew and the real ones. The real ones came from the Korean grocery by my house, and went through a dye job (Easter egg dye works great!), in some cases some basic taxidermy to give them shape, and for the large ones I gave them fake eyes, as well. If you are wondering what came of them after the shoot, I still have all but one that suffered a nasty tentacle blowout. They've been preserved in alcohol and jarred, and are sitting on my bookcase in the hall. While Cherry and I both love octopi greatly, we felt that these little guys would be appreciated far more, and for far longer, than if they had ended up as a bowl of Nakji Bokkeum.
Thanks much to Bob for kitten wrangling (to a cat, octopi are the greatest thing ever: strings made of fish), and for telling us all about chromotophores. Thanks to Trillian for putting up with the bizarre shit I do in the kitchen, and most of all thanks to Cherry for making this happen!
The Dream of the Fisherman's Wife, Katsushika Hokusai, woodcut, @1820
Things I am currently obssesed with:
Old noir pulp paperbacks.
Making random pretty things.
They go together, yes?
Old noir pulp paperbacks.
Making random pretty things.
They go together, yes?
Eeep! It's like an underwater muppet!
"Piglet Squid, Helicocranchia pfefferi
This funny looking squid is about the size of a small avocado and can be found most commonly in the deepwater (greater than 100 m or 320 ft) of virtually all oceans. Its habit of filling up with water and the funny location of its siphone with a wild-looking 'tuft' of eight arms and two tentacles had prompted scientists to name it the piglet squid." (via Zoologix)
"Piglet Squid, Helicocranchia pfefferi
This funny looking squid is about the size of a small avocado and can be found most commonly in the deepwater (greater than 100 m or 320 ft) of virtually all oceans. Its habit of filling up with water and the funny location of its siphone with a wild-looking 'tuft' of eight arms and two tentacles had prompted scientists to name it the piglet squid." (via Zoologix)
For those of you that have been waiting for a better selection of Octobabies up on my Etsy, I just put up three more (including a smaller, less expensive one). Get two, and you can have epic battles!
So, this is a bit personal, but yesterday I went sex-toy shopping. Sex-toy shopping is, after all, a fact of life. Besides, I'm lucky enough to live near a Good Vibrations, which makes it a fun outing rather than an awkward one. The point of all this being, when I got home and opened the package on the new toy, it came with an instruction manual. That was funny enough- it's pretty simple, and actually doesn't have any moving parts or anything. But the instructions themselves are what i felt I needed to share. The caps are mine.
...Be sure to read all instructions and warnings on the package and in the manual before use. Ophoria toys for anal stimulation should be used with caution and care; always use a condom and sufficient lubricant. NEVER USE WITH FORCE OR WITHOUT CONSENT...
Really? They needed to put that on the label? "Please do not rape anyone using our products?"
In other news, SF Peeps: please join me, Trillian, and baudot this evening for Science For Juggalos. Bring your own lab coat.
This picture is so old it was probably taken with a Kodak Disc, but I uploaded it for a discussion in the Dogs group and thought I should post it here, too. This was my dog when I was a teenager - like the size difference? The dog outweighed me by 50 pounds.
Random story: Once when I was walking this dog, a man came down the other side of the street with a Rottweiller. Allow me to describe the guy- he had a long, flowing mullet. Possibly permed. He was wearing a white shirt open to the third button to show off his gold chains and orange tan. He was as macho as macho could be (at least, in 1987). Sadly, Mr. Macho could not hold his dog, which was predictably unfixed, and dog aggressive. After all, you wouldn't want a sissy dog with that outfit.
So, of course, the Rotty pops his leash out of dude's hand and comes barelling across the street right through traffic and plows into Nook, Hell bent on fighting. Nook was a pretty gentle dog, but he was also male and VERY protective of me, so very shortly I had a full-on dogfight on a leash. Note that Mr. Macho is now standing across the street looking bewildered, probably about the string of curse words I was inventing.
Two neighbor guys come out and manage through some sort of magic to tackle the Rotty, get a hold of his leash, and pull him off. But the dog is so riled up, it takes both of them to hold him- so noone even notices that now I've got 150 lb, worked up, pissed off sled dog on a string (if you have ever played tug-of-war with a sled dog, you know you will lose. And that's if it doesn't outweigh you). In fact, Mr. Mullet is now yelling at the two good samaritans for manhandling his dog, who are yelling back while trying to keep said dog from wriggling free. I cannot imagine what the sound was that finally got their attention, because I was just focused on dealing with Nook, but I do know that when I finally realized they had all shut up and were staring at me, I had managed to flip Nook over, and was sitting on his belly with my nose up against his, growling. And he was being very, very still.
This is why children in my neighborhood didn't play with me.
Random story: Once when I was walking this dog, a man came down the other side of the street with a Rottweiller. Allow me to describe the guy- he had a long, flowing mullet. Possibly permed. He was wearing a white shirt open to the third button to show off his gold chains and orange tan. He was as macho as macho could be (at least, in 1987). Sadly, Mr. Macho could not hold his dog, which was predictably unfixed, and dog aggressive. After all, you wouldn't want a sissy dog with that outfit.
So, of course, the Rotty pops his leash out of dude's hand and comes barelling across the street right through traffic and plows into Nook, Hell bent on fighting. Nook was a pretty gentle dog, but he was also male and VERY protective of me, so very shortly I had a full-on dogfight on a leash. Note that Mr. Macho is now standing across the street looking bewildered, probably about the string of curse words I was inventing.
Two neighbor guys come out and manage through some sort of magic to tackle the Rotty, get a hold of his leash, and pull him off. But the dog is so riled up, it takes both of them to hold him- so noone even notices that now I've got 150 lb, worked up, pissed off sled dog on a string (if you have ever played tug-of-war with a sled dog, you know you will lose. And that's if it doesn't outweigh you). In fact, Mr. Mullet is now yelling at the two good samaritans for manhandling his dog, who are yelling back while trying to keep said dog from wriggling free. I cannot imagine what the sound was that finally got their attention, because I was just focused on dealing with Nook, but I do know that when I finally realized they had all shut up and were staring at me, I had managed to flip Nook over, and was sitting on his belly with my nose up against his, growling. And he was being very, very still.
This is why children in my neighborhood didn't play with me.
