That Was A Short Storm

Well that was certainly a short, if rather tumultuous, storm!
Google reverses new porn policy

Just for fun...

And...

Blog On...

So...I have noticed that Blogland is exploding with the recent Blogger news about pornographic images making blogs targets for being made private by Blogger.

I realize that I can probably afford to be somewhat nonchalant about this, given the general lack of explicit images that I post here, whereas others are facing the very real possibility of losing their readers after years worth of Blogging. Ultimately, I doubt this is going to end up being a huge deal for the majority of adult oriented Bloggers (won't I have a conniption if my blog is turned private come the end of March...Yea...lol).

Yes, there is quite a bit of interpretation about what constitutes pornographic material versus artistic expression. Very subjective, isn't it? I mean, their statement, "Starting March 23, 2015, you won't be able to publicly share images and videos that are sexually explicit or show graphic nudity on Blogger.
Note: We’ll still allow nudity if the content offers a substantial public benefit. For example, in artistic, educational, documentary, or scientific contexts." is horribly open to possible misinterpretation.

I noticed that lots of people are moving, and that makes me kinda sad. Because you have to find them again, and I hate Wordpress because it hates me and I can't ever seem to comment there...Though I do understand the irritation at Blogger's rather hypocritical, "We encourage self expression" bit. 

I'm not terribly attached to graphic images, and I have absolutely no issue with blogs being required to be listed as adult in nature. Now, should Blogger start censoring written sexual content...I have a moral objection to that. Anyways, they don't seem to care about the written content, (for now) as long as you have your little adult access warning.

I'm rambling though. What I really wanted to say, is that Hermione posted a link to get into your Picasa photo album. For anyone who doesn't already know, Picasa is where all of the photos you have uploaded to Blogger are stored. From there, you can delete pictures that might get you in trouble, or move them to a private album if you wish to do so. It's much simpler than weeding through years worth of posts and searching for pictures.

You just need to be signed into your Blogger account. Here's the link:
https://picasaweb.google.com/home?redirect=0

Not Nearly Enough...

I don't have nearly enough of these people in my life out here, and by not nearly enough, I mean any at all.

Well That Was Short Lived...

So I started on my bottle of wine after sending the little guy to bed. Five minutes later, he comes out with tears streaming down his face and says that he has a horrible feeling that something is wrong and he doesn't know why. Really really upset. And while he is the sensitive type, this is not normal behavior for him.
I tell him it's okay, sit him on the couch, and let the dog in.
There's something wrong with her. She's barely moving, and having a hard time getting up and down.
I looked her over checking for any signs on bites, swelling, anything. Nothing.

I didn't say anything to him, about the dog, let him lie down on the couch, and now, after two hours of quiet and constant tears, he's sleeping.

And I'm facing the fact that the dog really isn't well.

*Sigh*

Best case scenario, she'll be fine in the morning. Worst case...Well, we all know how that one goes.

She's one of the best dogs I have had in my entire life. Even if she likes to chew her way out of everything.

You know, some days I feel like I just can't catch a break.

A Bottle of Wine and I...

Alpha passed out early (working seven days a week does that to a person), the kids are spending their last few minutes watching U-Tube videos of spider-man, and I...

Am going to curl up on the couch with the remains of a bottle of wine, watch The Walking Dead, and pretend that everything is alright for one whole hour.

Cheers!

Help!?

Alpha says that I stress too much. I'm not going to disagree. If I ever figure out how to stop, I'm all about it. Until then...

Soo...

My driver's license is about to expire. Like, in a month about to expire. I need to get it renewed in a different state anyways. The thing is (and it's a really sucky thing), my name was misspelled on my birth certificate. I went through multiple licenses and a complete name change from what I thought my name was, to what it is now. Not long ago, someone pointed out that what I had always thought my name was, is not what my birth certificate says.

The state I came from is not real id compliant. This state is, and they will not accept my current license as proof of age and citizenship. Sooo...Any ideas on how to get them to accept my paperwork? Popping down to the bureau of vital statistics and getting my birth certificate fixed is not an option.
How in the hell do I convince them to give me a license? I mean, I have all of my name change paperwork, social security card (one with what I always thought my name was, and one with my "new" name), current id (for the month anyways), but my name was changed from what I thought my name was, not technically the name on my birth certificate, which is what I must list on the paperwork I'm filing...

I've never even left the country, if I was going to lie about my age, I'd be 28...But somehow I don't think the DMV will view those statements as viable proof of age and citizenship...

Thoughts, ideas...Anything? Help!

Burning Heat

Living without you would be like existing in a dead sea

a land without peace,

nothing my mind for to ease.

You are my reason to believe
my deep blue sea in a desert without ecstasy
my life of fantasy in the flesh.

And I have turned away,
turned my face away from the burning heat
the hunger in your eyes
something not left over from the days when we were younger
something stronger
with a yearning that lasts
so much longer.

Yet still I feel
the burning heat
between your sheets
the smoldering flames in your eyes
as you growl so softly, "Mine".

Yearning for that magical high
my adrenaline fix
where I get my trauma kicks
keeping me always crawling
for one more kiss
one more whip
one more slash across my back.

You are my crack,
my heroin
my dug of choice for which I can no longer choose
living only for you to use
and so I drown
over and over again
in your burning heat
forever on my knees.