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Bzzz

I’m such a good little worker bee. I updated Life of Vice after Szandora left today with many all new free naughty pictures. I wanted to keep Szandora here, but we did get to shoot many cool pix. There are just so few girls I feel really close to that I all wanted to hang out the whole time and kept being like oh yeah, guess we need to take some pictures to justify that pesky airfare and all.

Pats I guess

So I guess I, uhm, like the Patriots because I feel more of an affinity for New England that anything Carolina.

There are men in my house watching the Superbowl on my TiVo.

Bzzz

I’m such a good little worker bee. I updated Life of Vice after Szandora left today with many all new free naughty pictures. I wanted to keep Szandora here, but we did get to shoot many cool pix. There are just so few girls I feel really close to that I all wanted to hang out the whole time and kept being like oh yeah, guess we need to take some pictures to justify that pesky airfare and all.

Pats I guess

So I guess I, uhm, like the Patriots because I feel more of an affinity for New England that anything Carolina.

There are men in my house watching the Superbowl on my TiVo.

Hot models in Toronto

So, I’m pretty sure there were some hot models in Toronto who submitted to the old sadistintern email that got mailbombed into oblivion when we mentioned one of our Portland trips. So I am trying to decide whether I can go to Toronto this coming weekend and I need a shoot or two to justify the party I actually want to go to. If you are a model who fits the following requirements, please post here. My journal autoscreens, so no one will be able to read what you wrote. You can also submit to submit @ blueblood.net Please note that I only have time to write back when I have a specific gig coming up I can book someone for. Please do not ask me to give you free consulting on how much plastic surgery you need. I can’t handle being responsible for decisions like that for other people.

SEEKING TORONTO MODELS:
Available eve Feb 6, afternoon Feb 7, afternoon Feb 8.
Exotic, unusual, striking look i.e. gothic, punk, tattooed etc.
Latex wardrobe a plus.
Female or female with male partner.
Comfortable full nude.
Explicit or fetish model experience a plus.
Comfortable shooting in outdoor location.
Knowledge of good outdoor locations in Toronto a plus.
Willing to go the extra mile to get a really fabulous artistic photograph taken.

This would be for a paid shoot, although some content trade is possible for a model with her own site.

Hee Hee Insane Clown Porn

So, here is a site which is linking a couple of galleries of Gothic Sluts and Barely Evil stuff and a whole passle more entertainment. It is insaneclownporn.com. Hee hee.

Hee Hee Insane Clown Porn

So, here is a site which is linking a couple of galleries of Gothic Sluts and Barely Evil stuff and a whole passle more entertainment. It is insaneclownporn.com. Hee hee.

Gothic guns

Ha ha ha ha ha …

Forrest inflicted this on me:

http://members.aon.at/rialskaedda.html/gimproulette.swf

Did I mention that I’m thinking about taking up shooting again?

Gothic guns

Ha ha ha ha ha …

Forrest inflicted this on me:
http://members.aon.at/rialskaedda.html/gimproulette.swf

Did I mention that I’m thinking about taking up shooting again?

Happy Halloween

A mailing list I am on just sent out their holiday recommendations of what to do for Valentines Day. Only they put Halloween in the subject as the holiday. I assume by accident.

I still haven’t finished my New Years resolutions, so I’m not really ready for another holiday. Only have a couple more days of the extension I gave myself. The only things I am sure of are work on rediscovering having some hobbies and some getting in better shape stuff. I am soooooooooo conflicted between artistic and spiritual resolve vs. financial and business.

And I’m sort of both happy and sad about some human relations things. I used to be searching so hard for a genuine peer group. But it seems like the people I should have the most in common with and be the most comfortable with are almost always antagonistic. Either they tend to be trying awfully hard to be me or they are tense that I will somehow usurp their position if they ever introduce me to a single person.

Prior to this fall, it was quite a while since I was really sociable. It has mostly been fun, but I guess I had forgotten how much wistful pain is involved in interacting with other human beings. Sometimes everything is a blast. Sometimes there is the sense of really connecting with someone else. I think there is a basic primal human need to connect from time to time.

But sometimes, in the middle of everything, and sometimes, after it all, I have this sense of loneliness I can’t quite put my finger on. And if I could figure out WTF that odd feeling in the pit of my gut is, then I could finally finish my resolutions for 2004.

Rest of the bondage convention and adult video convention snaps or what I did on my Vegas vacation

Got the rest of my Vegas snapshots from the convention fest posted now at http://www.spookycash.com/fun/avnbondcon/index.html. The following pix are all from Saturday, which is at http://www.spookycash.com/fun/avnbondcon/saturday/index.html.

NOTE: AS ALWAYS WITH SNAPSHOTS OF MINE (NOT MY PRO PHOTOGRAPHY) ANYONE IN THESE PIX IS FREE TO REPOST THEM AT WILL. Please just leave the spookycash.com credit on there.

Ran into my friend Dave from New York who I haven’t seen in ages, even though I think we live really close together now. Dave sometimes has a New York state of mind, but he had just won an award and was pretty chipper for him. He blew off the party, but I’m going to attempt to dig out his email and see if he feels like being sociable. Ran into a weird cross-section of people I know at the party. Blue Blood hotties in attendance included Scar, Voltaire, and Jax.

I got Lemmy to agree with me that Scar has a magnificent pussy.

Oh yeah, and I went to some fetish-oriented convention or something during the day. I think I spent a lot of dough to exhibit at it too.

Happy Halloween

A mailing list I am on just sent out their holiday recommendations of what to do for Valentines Day. Only they put Halloween in the subject as the holiday. I assume by accident.

I still haven’t finished my New Years resolutions, so I’m not really ready for another holiday. Only have a couple more days of the extension I gave myself. The only things I am sure of are work on rediscovering having some hobbies and some getting in better shape stuff. I am soooooooooo conflicted between artistic and spiritual resolve vs. financial and business.

And I’m sort of both happy and sad about some human relations things. I used to be searching so hard for a genuine peer group. But it seems like the people I should have the most in common with and be the most comfortable with are almost always antagonistic. Either they tend to be trying awfully hard to be me or they are tense that I will somehow usurp their position if they ever introduce me to a single person.

Prior to this fall, it was quite a while since I was really sociable. It has mostly been fun, but I guess I had forgotten how much wistful pain is involved in interacting with other human beings. Sometimes everything is a blast. Sometimes there is the sense of really connecting with someone else. I think there is a basic primal human need to connect from time to time.

But sometimes, in the middle of everything, and sometimes, after it all, I have this sense of loneliness I can’t quite put my finger on. And if I could figure out WTF that odd feeling in the pit of my gut is, then I could finally finish my resolutions for 2004.

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Drunken Webmaster Bowling

Okay, I’ve been experimenting with alcohol since I stopped being so allergic to it. And my conclusions are as follows:

(1) It can make unfun things fun

(2) It can make fun things more fun

(3) It is fattening

(4) Hard liquor, no matter how girlied-up, is probably a bad idea for Amelia

I know I had a great time bowling. I am actually really fired up to go bowl again with or without webmasters in attendance. I do not, however, recall a number of details of the evening and I don’t think that happens drinking just beer. Plus, I intend to attempt not to get so drunk I karaoke in the future.

Normally, when I go through party snapshots, the stuff I edit out is as follows:

(1) Anything which would get someone I like in trouble with their girlfriend/boyfriend/spouse

(2) Anything illegal whether it is being done by someone I like or dislike or am indifferent or undecided about

(3) Anything involving karaoke

In this instance, however, given that Forrest has video of the occasion, there seems to be no point in censoring the karaoke portion of the evening. I might also add that drunk-ass Forrest told some bizarro random karaoke patron who asked about my spikey shoes that yes, Amelia is a giant Kiss fan and he should go talk to me.

Drunken Webmaster Bowling

Okay, I’ve been experimenting with alcohol since I stopped being so allergic to it. And my conclusions are as follows:

(1) It can make unfun things fun
(2) It can make fun things more fun
(3) It is fattening
(4) Hard liquor, no matter how girlied-up, is probably a bad idea for Amelia

I know I had a great time bowling. I am actually really fired up to go bowl again with or without webmasters in attendance. I do not, however, recall a number of details of the evening and I don’t think that happens drinking just beer. Plus, I intend to attempt not to get so drunk I karaoke in the future.

Normally, when I go through party snapshots, the stuff I edit out is as follows:

(1) Anything which would get someone I like in trouble with their girlfriend/boyfriend/spouse
(2) Anything illegal whether it is being done by someone I like or dislike or am indifferent or undecided about
(3) Anything involving karaoke

In this instance, however, given that Forrest has video of the occasion, there seems to be no point in censoring the karaoke portion of the evening. I might also add that drunk-ass Forrest told some bizarro random karaoke patron who asked about my spikey shoes that yes, Amelia is a giant Kiss fan and he should go talk to me.