Killing Time if Nothing Else...

It has been a VERY busy few days. Good from a business standpoint as always but it keeps me away from things like this blog, forums and SL. Things I find relaxing for the most part.

So I find myself with a few minutes today and here I am, blogging a bit while standing about a place in SL called Bondage Ranch. I tend to hang about here when I'm in a killing time or chilling mood. Stand about and watch the herd mill about. A herd that consists primarily of goobs and other lower forms of SL life. Like one that just walked in...

Ariann Roussel shouts: hello all Doms!

Wow... Like the few Dom/me about give a flying rats ass that another free range wannasubbie has wandered into view. I know I was all a twitter after this announcement *rolls her eyes*

But even goobs like this have entertainment value. Something to snark and laugh at if nothing else. And occasionally one of the herd catches my eye. One that shows a care for its look and maybe with something to say in its profile. One that might be interesting to take, to subdue, to listen to the sweet music of its screams, to use to amuse myself for a period of time... but to pursue would take to much effort (I'm a lazy vamp these days) and I am quite content with the two pets I have in hand. They me serve very well...... not seeing them because I'm busy is the worst thing about being busy. *shrugs*

Sunrise and a Rant

Such a wonderful day so far. Was up before dawn and was able to watch the sun rise over the mountains to start a new day. Sat there, sipping my coffee watching the world go from black, to shades of grey, then to a glorious blaze of color. I said my prayers to the four directions and then turned to the tasks of the day...

I work from home and I hang out on a couple of forums while doing my working. There as been much discussion on politics as once might guess given all that is going one at this time. But comment really hit a hot button with me. One individual made the statement that his was not going to vote as a form of protest....

WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?!?!?!

A person is willing to give up a FUNDAMENTAL RIGHT. A FUNDAMENTAL RIGHT that is the basis of the founding of this farking country!!! THAT mindset is the farking cause of much of the problems we face in the US. The antipathy or the misplaced activism that leads one to WILLING give up a RIGHT. That is what the politicians want above ALL. The want to gather power by taking it away from us or (even better for them) us willingly giving it up. The politician here want to farking RULE not lead. As long as we LET them rule by not exercising our RIGHT to vote WE perpetuate the crap that has become the elected "leadership" of our country.

I don't care WHO people vote for. Red vs. Blue, Right vs. Left. I DON'T FARKING CARE!!!!! GET OFF YOUR ASS AND PARTICIPATE!!!!!

No purpose... just bored

*SIGHS* Sometimes what I do for a living can be soooo boring. Watching the various VMs do their thing, waiting for them to finish and spit out results that can lead to the fun part of what I do. Waiting... still waiting. Drinking more coffee and waiting. Looking out the window at the bright sunny day.. should I sneak out? Or just wait some more... Are they done yet? No.. so here I sit, waiting.... Do I make some sales type calls? Do I try to do something else useful? Do I try to squeeze out a bit of bandwidth and see what is up in SL? Or do I wait... and wait... and wait... F it! Door Number 3 it is!

*scampers off*

Spending time with a Pet and thinking

I'm sitting about working on a joint project with my Nina and some recent conversations start bubbling through my mind. By the way I refer to Nina and Minxy and but some items you can see my my "About Me" section one can conclude that I have more then a simple passing interest in BDSM and the lifestyle in general. While not active in RL these more I am very active in the SL world. I takes this very seriously and that connection with Nina and Minxy is very very real. What bubbled to the surface is the the number of people running about wanting to be a sub or slave in SL. Most it seems just for a couple hours of sexual "play" (contrary to their word), like letting your RL lover tie you up for a night to give the sex an edge. Then there are those that seem to have more depth and looking for something more but just offer them selves up to the first person running about with a "Master/Mistress" tag or an interesting profile. So eager that they don't take the time to know the person or develop anything out side the "sexual" side of things. Then they sit back and wonder why they are disillusioned. By rushing in they miss something important. I sometimes feel sorry for these souls... *shrugs*

Disjointed Tired Thoughts

Bleh... Haven't slept in a couple of days. I used to going with out sleep but it does make me... grumpy to say the least. So started off the day my barking at my flunky over something that really was of no import. I caught my self and apologized. He laughed it off but I still fell crappy about it. I never liked it when it happened to me and I hate myself when I do it to others.

Made some phone calls, working to drum up business. I run my own small (2 person) business offering a variety of IT services with a focus on security. I is the worst kind of geek, a paranoid security geek. Needless to say the crappy economic news is making small businesses really look close as to what they do with a buck. Makes the sales part of what I do harder but *shrugs* such is life.

I want to get some pictures of the poses I have been making but that would mean learning to used Photoshop. I think I'm to lazy to do that so I may bug a friend to make the pictures.

By the way... I miss my Minxy. Haven't seen her in SL for a couple of day.

A Pet, Coffee and Words...

Yes, my pet Nina, coffee and words are what I started the day with. I poured a cup a coffee and dropped in to SL before the sun was up. By sheer coincidence my Nina showed up at almost the exact same time. It always amazes me how a simple typed "Good Morning my dear owner" can bring a smile to my lips. How our conversation and prose paints power images of my Nina at my feet... arms bound tightly behind her and smiling up at me as I run my fingers through her hair sipping my morning coffee. Images far more vivid and real then the cartoon on the screen in front of me in RL. Words, simple words, powerful words....

That is how this day started my pet at my feet, sipping a cup of strong Turkish coffee. As is should be.

I had a few dead minutes so...

...I tosses some sclupty prims together and knocked out a new couch concept for ones SL shack. A soft modern/contemporary look that has a comfy look to it I think. This is the forth set that will be offered in SL on places like OnRez, etc. And just because I'm not busy enough with RL (yea, right) I also drafting up a series of new and updated poses for this line of stuffs. Back to doing real work for me.....

Easter Time is Here!

Yes it almost Easter and I thought I would celebrate by giving everyone a little something special

A peep show!

Que Music!

You ready for this?




Pretty hot huh?
*winks*

A Vamp's Story - Another part

I wish I could say I am ashamed of what I was then but I can't. I relished in the hunt, the moment of the kill, the sound of the screams as my prey realized that there is no escape, the first taste of blood exploding on my tongue I as ripped the prey's throat open, the sight of it as it ran down my neck and over my breasts, the smell of the fear and even sometimes the lust of my prey, the sensations of the prey's struggles getting weaker, the pitiful cries growing softer then turning to pleas to end it all... to take all that they have and to grant a release.

It is impossible to describe the intensity of these sensations. How, driven by the hunger, they become so bright, so sharp, so deliciously painful. How these sensations bring such an overwhelming feelings of power, of strength and the sure knowledge that what you do is so right and simply what you were put in the world to do.

I would have continued on like this, reveling in my place as a predator. Taking my due from the sheep around me over and over again. Until the day that the sheep tire of it and band together to hunt me down and end me. This, I have found, is the fate of many of the blood. Those that cannot control the hunger that brings such sweet pain. Yes, this would have been my fate but other forces intervened. For I was trapped, caged, enslaved, then ultimately broken and rebuilt by a group of these sheep that have long been in the shadow of "human" culture.

I will not reveal then name of this group. It would be meaningless to you and I still have a certain loyalty to these people as strange as that may seem. Suffice it to say that they took it upon themselves many centuries ago to do what they could to curb the excesses of my kind. To hunt down and kill those kindred lost in the bloodlust as one would any animal with a taste for human flesh. They also look to curb the predations of those humans who's cruel tastes or lust for wealth and power make them more monstrous then any vampire could ever aspire to be. To steal a modern phrase... Vampires kill but only on a retail basis.. It took humans to move killing into the wholesale market.

Needless to say this is dangerous work and many have fallen in its pursuit and in me they had found a new weapon, a vampire that could hunt both day and night. This was the reason I as hunted. This was the reason I was taken. I was to be trained me as their tool, a "death-dealer" they would come called me.

Building Again...

Wow... Third day in a row to post something. I'm gonna ruin my image as a slacker! Anyway.. I've started building and doing some simple animation work again. This all came about because I want some new furniture in my SL apartment. I can never seem to find exactly what I want or find stuff that is close but with Mod right so I can make it "mine". So I started to make a set of living room furniture that is closer to the laid back, modern, comfy style that I like. When my Nina found out she got all excited and decided it was time to put some of her considerable scripting skills to work and finish up an idea she has for auto adjusting, selectable pose, sit scripts for furniture that are not the resource hogs as she puts it. Of course this let me to "having" to build some new animations with the hip height normalized across all the poses. So this is the first set to roll out. Yes I said first (grumbles)... I'm not sure how I got talked into all of this. But its easy to slap prims together and kind of fun. The final result will be a platform to showcase my Nina's idea's and will be marketed by her. I'll post more as this product is matured.

I am blessed

Just sitting about dealing with mundane paperwork associated with my RL business and started thinking of SL and the friends I have made there. Here are a few..

First of my oldest friend Aemillia... She as been there through good and bad with me and has always been a source of strength. She is talented, cheeky, stubborn, a pain in the ass and a total sweetheart.

Then there is Forest... Mere words cannot describe her, she just has to be experience. She is my food pimp and one that both challenges and eases my mind.

Finally but not nearly least... My Pets Nina and Minxy. These two came to my hand under completely different circumstances but both never fail to make me smile. Both stubborn, both brilliant, both with lovely dark corners to play with and both MINE. Someday I might talk about what this means.

A Vamp's Story - The Start At Least...

I am a vampire. "Ahhh" you say, thinking that you know all there is to know. But the stories of the origins of my kindred are many and varied. Many of my kind feel that they are decedents of Cain and are the flail of God or that we are decedents from a cursed Egyptian queen. Still others feel we are not so ancient but are descended from a 15th century Hungarian noble Vlad Tepes or his overlord Matthius Covinus. What the truth is? who cares! The fact is we are here preying on the humans, the sheep, that surround us. The only thing that is with out question is that EVERYTHING you think you know about us is, while not exactly false, is just not completely true.

It all started on my eve before my wedding. My father was tired of supporting an unwed "old maid" at his hearth so had arranged my betrothal to strengthen an alliance. I did not want this marriage, I wanted no marriage at all! But my words carried no weight with my father, such were the times. So on a night where others brides would be giddy with excitement and anticipation I was crying and preying to God (and others we were no longer supposed to speak of) to stop this wedding in any way. I guess you might as that all that came after is my fault.

Suddenly, the sound of steel on steel rang out brightly as swords began to clash. My fathers voice boomed as he gave a cry of rage and fear. Then thinner sound of my brothers voices echoed along side. And above the din laughter could be heard. Contemptuous, cruel, laughter. All to quickly the sounds of the struggle stopped, the silence broken only by an occasional, shriek from beyond our walls. Then screams arose form the chamber where my younger sister slept! ?Please don't!? I heard my mother beg as I scrambled out of bed and out of my chamber. I ran down the corridor and into my sister's room. There I saw my younger sister in the arms of a monster! A monster possessing a beauty that called to me even though his face was covered in my sister's blood. My mother laid sprawled across the bed, her chemise soaked with her blood clung to the curves of her lush body.

I heard the screaming start again as I tried to back out of the small room. I didn't realize it was I making that horrific sound until I ran into something hard and unyielding. I turned to look into the face of the most beautiful and horrifying creature had ever seen. She smiled coldly, this was the last thing I saw... My prayers had been answered, there would be no wedding on the morn.

Somehow I alone survived and was filled with this burning hunger. The iron smell of the blood in the room filled my senses. I drug myself to where my sister was tossed. Her body a broken bloody lump of flesh. The smell of the blood set fire to this strange hunger I felt. The sight of it, black in the moonlight, called to me. I licked at the pooling blood and it exploded on my tongue and sent tremors through my body like the joy my mother told me to hope for on my wedding night. It was then that I knew I that had turned into.... something.

But what I had become I did not know. My world was filled with the terrible hunger but having no one to guide me I spent many dark years as not much more then an animal. I killed, time and time again as I roamed. I killed to feed my hunger... I killed those who had the gall to persue me.... and I killed for the simple joy of it all. I remember a shepherd boy with ice blue eyes begging me not to hurt his charges just before I broke his neck. I remember the stench of the drunken townsman as I pinned him to the wall in some filthy back alley and tore open his troat. I remember the soft voice of the lass who's screams echoed through the trees of some unnamed forest.

Da First Entry

Hello All

Happy Monday and welcome to my latest effort at this blogging thing. I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it but I figured "What the hell, all the cool kids are doing it.'

What will be here you might ask? Thoughts about my life in SL (and in RL) and the things and people I meet there, views of politics through my cynical and jaded eyes, poor attempts at writing stories and anything else that I floats to the surface of the chaotic mess that passes for my brain cell.