So, here we are.
Still in tweak mode, but it’s coming along. Some things are new, some are missing or screwy, some are rearranged. I’ll write another post in a few days to sum up the changes… because it’s not just the template that’s changed.
For now, enjoy.
Feedback, as always, is mighty appreciated.
I’m in a sidewinding phase, obviously.
I should have just let this post stand as it was. But, oh well… at least I got in a good rant about Blogger .
I’ll be back here in mid-September sporting a new skin. Yes, that’s here , as in, still at this same self-hosted site. I know, I know what you’re saying right now: make up your mind already, Elizavetta.
But I am! I make it up as I go along *wink*
In the meantime, remember when I was talking about getting my dance mojo back ? Well, here’s a little peek at the kind of stuff I’ve been learning lately (minus the death-defying back bends):
I’m considering some other changes to what I’m doing here, and those changes might actually have something to do with where this site ends up. Or maybe not. So… as elise said, hang with me just a bit longer while I figure this out.
So, it’s on to wordpress.com
And good news for you, Tom : the import went like buttah! It took 20 seconds. Expect your badge tomorrow 
Ok, so the move over to Blogger is making me want to puke not working out quite as I thought it would.
Go ahead, laugh… tell me you told me so, etc. But if you’re gonna do it, do it now and just get it over with, dammit please.
Actually, despite the fact that there is no such thing as any kind of easy importing from WP to Blogger, it was all going pretty well a post at a freakin’ time! until Blogger decided to have problems with image loading, template issues, and a million a lot a few other things just as I was changing things over.
And I haven’t even arrived at the domain mapping funhouse fiasco process yet.
But it’s nothing I can’t scream about throw a hissy fit over manage, so — big deep breath — it’s back over to the Booger Blogger boxing ring drawing board for me. Or, hmm… perhaps you’ll see me over on stingy tie-your-hands wordpress.com yet.
Nah . Nope . Never say never.
So, was that there enough strikethroughs for ya, huh? Because given the current mood I’m in, I could surely throw in a handful a bucketful a fucking shitload more!
I know it’s not autumn yet, but I’ve pretty much decided what I want to do with this site.
First, I’m moving it back over to Blogger.
I know, I know… why would I want to move back to Blogger from a self-hosted Word Press site? Answer: Blogger is easy. Fucking easy. And I want fucking easy right now.
Also, while I’m in the process of moving the site, I’ll be doing some ghostbusting housecleaning… meaning that most of my processing, blogging-type posts will disappear.
Blogging on this site was good for me in many ways, and I hope you all got something out of my blabbing on about stuff here, too. But it’s just time for this site to go back to what it originally was: just erotica. The thought of that pleases me. And right now, it’s all about what pleases me.
The domain name will stay the same (meaning it won’t have blogspot.com tacked on to it), which means that if you still want to link to me, or if you’re subscribed here, you shouldn’t have to do anything special on your end.
However, when the changeover happens (in about a week), you may see a sudden slew of posts pop up in your reader (if you’re subscribed). If this happens, just delete them because they’ll all be duplicates.
See you on the other side, Ray.
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Be concentrated and leonine in the hunt for what is your true nourishment.
~Rumi
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I’m taking a break from blogging for awhile. I don’t know for how long, but I do plan to revisit this decision in the fall and see where to go from there.
Between now and then, I’ll probably post some poetry or fiction, but that’s about it.
I’m not fed up or bored (god, I’m never bored!). Nor is this decision a reaction to some event, unfortunate or otherwise. It’s just that so many things have shifted in my life recently and it’s time for me to pay attention to them without the constant double focusing that happens when one is blogging about what one is currently experiencing.
In other words, I feel the need right now to shift my attention from blogging to a whole host of other things that I know will bring me new nourishment.
As for what I’m going to do with this site in the future, I’m not sure. But for now, my archives will remain as they are and comments will still be open.
I’ll still be checking email and visiting my favorite haunts (you know who you are!). And of course, please feel free to email me if you like. I’m not going all incommunicado or anything - I’m just not going to be spewing about stuff in this space.
But if you do email and I don’t answer right away, don’t fret (I will eventually answer). Just chalk it up to me being busily concentrated and leonine… elsewhere.
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My husband sometimes emails me pictures of firemen in various states of danger and (un)dress, just because I like firemen. But then, I have also been known to send him pouty-lipped pics of Scarlett Johanson, just because he likes her pouty lips. We’re weird like that.
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Image credits: I have no idea where these photos originated. If someone knows and cares to enlighten me, I’ll be happy to post that info.
I went to see The Dark Knight tonight. And here are five things I know about this movie:
But here’s the real surprise about this movie, for me anyway; the thing I didn’t know until tonight:
I’m in love with the Batmobile! And yes, I mean sexually, as in, it makes me wet to see it… all quivery with the need to touch it.
If I ever had the chance to actually get up close to it, or even - be still my heart - sit inside (!), I’d probably rub myself all over it and purr… and then come (loudly) all over the leather upholstery (I’m sure it’s leather, gotta be leather).
And here’s how I came to realize this (pun intended):
I’m sitting there in the dark theater watching that Big Black Bat Thang power around all bursty-fast and low to the ground like it does while the Dolby sound of it is rumbling in my chest and suddenly, I realize I’m getting all squirmy and juicy. And I think, hmm…
Then when Batman is shown inside the Batmobile and all the computery gizmo thingies around him are all going flashy-flashy… I realize that, yep, I’m turned-on wet… which, in turn, brings on that need to cross and uncross my legs and adjust my bra and lick my lips.
And then when I see Batman’s gloved hands gripping the controls, fiddling with all those buttons, well, that finally makes me, um, unredeemably third-level wet. And it begins to dawn on me what’s going on here.
But, that’s not all. Oh no. Three levels of wetness is not all. Just as I’m beginning to quite enjoy my pleasantly surprising newfound “thing” for the Batmobile, out shoots Batman on that fat-assed little motorcycle (the Batpod ) - the means by which he escapes from the crashed-up Batmobile - and oh, that makes me, not only even wetter, but causes me to shamelessly moan right out loud - several times. Thank goodness for ridiculously loud theater surround sound.
Now, though I know many people get all turned on by cars and other things with wheels, I’ve never had a thing about vehicles of any kind. To me, they have always been simply machines that get a person from point A to point B. I could never understand how some people could think of cars as sexy.
But, tonight, my dears, I have seen the light.
Who knew.
It’s amazing how a change in the weather can totally change one’s mood. A very refreshing cold front has passed this way and my humid summer languor has turned into… something else. Something which I’ll be posting about in the next day or so. Well, actually several rather paradoxical somethings that I’ll be throwing out there over the next few weeks.
So, heads up: the Taijitu is going to start spinning a little faster around here.
