.::Calling a candid cadence::.

A couple goes on vacation to a fishing resort in Northern Minnesota. The husband likes to fish at the crack of dawn. The wife likes to read.
One morning, the husband returns after several hours of fishing, and decides to take a nap. Although not familiar with the lake, the wife decides to take the boat out. She motors out a short distance, anchors, and continues to read her book.
Along comes a game warden in his boat. He pulls up alongside the woman and
says: "Good morning, Ma'am. What are you doing?"
"Reading a book" she replies, thinking, isn't that obvious?
"You're in a restricted fishing area" he informs her.
"I'm sorry, officer, but I'm not fishing, I'm reading".
"Yes, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start fishing at any moment. I'll have to take you in and write you up".
"You do that and I'll have to charge you with sexual assault", says the woman.
"But I haven't even touched you" says the game warden.
"That's true, but you have all the equipment. For all I know you could start at any moment."
"Have a nice day, Ma'am", and he left.

Gosh, just when I get all nonchalant about this stupid election and everything...something reminds me. Oh, yeah. It's my ass on the line, really.
I asked someone the other day, during a discussion about Barbara Nitke and her battle against Ashcroft, why I should care if John Ashcroft is anybody's friend or not. "Because you're a hedonistic, sadomasochistic, bisexual, MILITARY promoter of porn and sexuality, aren't you? And say...you slip and just mention this...you could be thrown behind bars in some MILITARY prison till then end of time. Your blog and way of thinking and even your life would die." And all I could respond with was, "Oh. Yeah, I forgot." Oops.
And then there's this to keep me biased. I'm still greatly undecided, but...I think if I were going to use one aspect of each runner's campaign, this would be it. Mary Cheney as a target? This stuff is just ridiculous. Really. And drats. Don't ya know that I don't really have time to do much more updating or reporting or just ranting at the moment, sorry. Ciao for now. ~para

You know...every time I take a peek at my entire blog, going back over some of my older posts, I wince almost painfully. I know I'm not much of a political individual and I am embarassed to say that I'm not even voting just because I can't decide upon the lesser of the two evils. And all this crap about how women should vote because of all the angst and torture and hard work women in the past have endured doesn't phase me in the least. Should I have guilt? I don't know. But I don't. So all I can do is banter about the things I have a problem with. There's really not that much. Just a war/non-war thing. There's a trickle-down effect after that. And I'm quite sure that if I weren't actually military myself, I'd really care less.

I started out this post so I'd have some cute little tendril on the world wide web to nurture and reflect upon my ever-growing quote collection. Remember back in the day when this was just so that I could lounge around in my coffee shop one day, surrounded by all these quotes and famous and well-loved lines all around? I know. I digress. It's my way of things. So I've happened to rant, rave and reitterate a bunch of stuff. You just NEED to know about things like ROCKamRING and my social/love life. And so what if I'm a half-wit when it comes to anything related to politics and government. I can barely govern my own existence. I sure as hell don't envy the poor chap that gets thrown into this office. But someone's got to do it. And even THEY were a little kid saying to Mommy and Daddy, "I want to be president when *I* grown up!" I feel sorry for the sucker.

But a draft!?! I sure as hell hope that falls through. Being military, that seems hypocritical, doesn't it? But there are some really sick and asshole-istic folks out there that I REALLY don't want to be militarily responsible for and sure don't want to hand them a weapon. Talk about mass destruction. It's not like it was in the "olden days". Folks don't do that running away stuff any more. They just say "Ok, if they want me in the military, give me the fukin' gun and watch what *I* can do with it!" Um...sorry, but no thanks. If there weren't so damned many spoiled brats and anuses running around just LOOKING for an opportunity, I'd say "eh...whateva."

Right now, our army is as professional as it is (and that's debatable at times, lol) because our folks chose to be here. They're educated and motivated and are here because they made that educated decision. And when I think about my own kids and their carreer choices, I'll encourage them to do what they feel is the right and best thing to do, and I'll guide them and help them learn about what the consequences and rewards of each are, but I don't want it to be because they didn't have a choice.

Well, it's after 3 pm, I've had WAAAAAY too much coffee and since I'm still at work, maybe I should actually DO some work. Might be a good idea.
I'll update with something a little more exciting later. Feedback/suggestions always welcomed and encouraged. :)

Well, hell. I've been pretty darned busy. You could even call me one busy beaver.
And it's not that I haven't really thought about blogging, but...just disinterested and distracted. So many other things going on.
But then I got to thinking about it. With so many other things going on...why not put them here to share? Yeah, I've got all the little communities and stuff that I'm a member of to post to, but...that's all so impersonal. And I admit to cheating and referring to my own blog for links and stuff that I just can't remember or find later. It's all right here in my own online memory bank. Lord knows my own natural memory fails me more often than not.
So...what's new already, you ask? Gosh, where to begin. Oh! It all started tonight with this: Spanking the Monkey! Talk about a revelation. Now...what I want to know is...where can I get a copy?! If you know ANYTHING about how to find this...I just HAVE to know! STAT.
And I can't find Hugh. Or Polly the doggie-girl. You know...the ones from Standing Room Only. Well, actually, I don't guess it's too bad. He's been gone since July 30th. That's approximately how long I was "missing", too. And viola! Here I am all safe and sound.
My writing is stalled. I'm *supposed* to be getting a few major projects out of the way, but I really wish someone would inspire me. My own life isn't doing the trick. There's a contest open till December 1st for a 1500 word essay/story. That's not a big deal, seriously. And Alain gave me the idea of writing about breakfast. It was one of the funniest conversations but didn't really spark a writing spree for me. So, any other ideas out there? And my smutty and really shitty, by-request writing would seem to be kickin', but that just makes me feel like a cheap writer. It's just wanking material. Those quickies that really don't hold a candle to real talent. Oh, well.
And ROCKamRING stage lists are out for next year, but truth be told, it doesn't look ANY different than this year's, except for Hoobastank on the Alternastage the second day. Whoopee. So unless it changes, I don't really see much point in going back next year. My pal Nicole...you know, the cute little thing that I went to the MTV Campus Invasion with this past summer...well, she's on the lookout for more adventure and trouble, but she says she doesn't really feel comfortable going with me to concerts. lol. Sheesh, just because I get her in the middle of her very first moshpit and got her all muddy, she thinks I'm dangerous and wreckless. Pfft. Little does she even know. So if and when I do manage to make it to my next musical endeavor, I promise to keep you all updated.
If you're actually reading this after my extended and unexplained absence, kudos and thank you! It'll take me ages to truly update enough to reconcile all the damage to my blogging reputation. Again, oh well.
So...one more little update because of my undying faithfulness to Laura Antoniou: Pre-ordering for The Catalyst and Other Works, by Laura Antoniou is going on right now at Iron Rose. Please give your business to this publisher and not Amazon. Iron Rose is lifestyle-oriented and I fully support and promote any business I can send their way. If you'd be so kind as to do the same, they are VERY customer service conscious. I know this because they are friendly folk that take their work personally.
I know this is precious little after getting absolutely nuthin' from me for months and months, but it's growing later and I'm weary. Now that I've planted the seed of guilt and remorse in my mind, I'll be back to soothe my soul with updates and news and just plain ol' bunny-blabbering that I'm so "famous" for. Till next time, I bid you adeau and goodnight. Happy blogging!
~para das Wunderhäschen

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So many strange things have been going on. I've been discussing my writing/work with someone and I think I'm on the right track now. There's just one thing that makes me nervous when I write like I am. I'm feeling very vulnerable. Yes, there's that little fear of rejection when I submit what I've done, but...I think I fear actually being accepted more. Because what I've written is VERY personal. It's not my usual "kink and sex" bit...it's the meat and potatoes of ME (I think). It's about me and I try to keep my audience in front of me. I want to inspire, influence, comfort and embrace. I want to frighten, intimidate and enrage.
During one of my little motivational "meetings" with one of my supporters last night, we touched on why I'm doing what I'm doing. To be honest? I think it's because I pick up and read these books by all these "great" authors and think to myself, "Damn. I had that dream!" It's just that they managed to get the guts to write and get it out there for everyone to read! I'm not so uniqe or original in my dreams, thoughts and fantasies, it's just that I've not shared them publically. I want to get my stuff out there! It's the same thing that millions of other men and women dream of and ponder and postulate upon. It's just beating the other writers to the finish line.
You know what I've been questioning, though? Can a person write this really kickass story ala autobiography, get published and sell well and still keep real secrets? That would be like opening a HUGE can of worms. So...maybe this "autobiography" will be about someone else? A biography of another slut. Yeah, that's it. Gonna get going for now. So much to do and so little time.
~paraffin

I'm sorry for that rant and rave there in the last segment. I'm also sorry that I haven't been able to update on a regular basis. I want to update now to my little soul's content. It's just that I am strapped for time. Not even in a good way. lol. It doesn't even keep me out of trouble like it should.
So...here's what I'm going to do. I've got several EXCELLENT days worth of blogging left to do and not the time at this moment. In order to give you guys a preview and to keep my own silly self from forgetting just what was so wonderful, I'm going to give little snippets.
On Friday, the 2nd, I worked through a half day of dreadful boredom, but overcame that as the clocked reached the lunch hour. We all just cut out early for the day, as I had suspected that we'd do. I went downtown shopping and browsing and sightseeing (like I do every time I look outside; I just LOVE Germany.). I enjoyed people-watching and had a glorious day all by my lonesome, just wandering.
On Saturday, the 3rd, I went to the University downtown to the MTV Campus Invasion and it was nothing short of fantastic. Lots of good food, good beer, friends (Nicole and her pal), and music. Lots of music. We even had a few sun-showers to keep us from freezing to death.
On Sunday, Independence Day, The 4th of July, I came here to the hospital for a unit BBQ. It was a lot of fun, face painting, moon bounce (which was probably a no-no with my ankle, but pffft), and TONS of food. If there's food, count me in! Oh, and the strawberries and watermelon! Got a little sun on my face, too, which helps keep me from looking like I live underground.
Yesterday, Monday the 5th...quiet. I went out for lunch with my roommate and then just hung out online (yes, I know...not updating my blog. lol).After dinner, I gathered my CD player, scented candles (Sandalwood), Reading Material, Bubbles, Hot Chocolate and bath pillow and proceeded to turn myself slowly and luxuriously into a human prune. About 6 chapters and an Enigma CD later, I felt I had pretty much done the job.
So...that was my holiday weekend. I didn't really get to sleep-in at all, as the German contractors renovating our apartment building don't take American Holidays into account and start working at 0730 PROMPTLY. That's when the first hammer strikes. So...rude awakenings.
But anyway...I've got to get going to lunch now, and I only hope I have the motivation to elaborate on those little snippets. But then again...now that I look at them...they're not so devoid of "updatish" material, huh? We'll see. I'm hungry and seek food. Till then...ciao!
~para