And on that note.... Goodnight folks...
Now hold on a moment here, lets take a look at this concept. No matter what you may say or think this thought has crossed all of our minds at one moment or the other. If it were possible, if some guy in a red tailored red suit and pitchfork existed, what would you ask for to satisfy the south fourty in trade for the essence of you being? Hell, lets be honest, at least Eternal Damnation would have some entertaining company.
Perhaps I should explain to everyone now that the last thing in this world that I am or will ever be is politically correct. I actually embrace the concept that words are words and intent is the driving force behind the difference between stupidity and free speech. Salman Rushdie once wrote "With out the freedom to offend there is no such thing as the freedom of speech". I must say that I believe this to be one of the smartest yet most unpopular statements I have heard in a long time.
I don't expect you to like me or agree with me. I do however expect you to continue construction on the gilded calf wile I distract God... Anyone have a shiny object? Hell a set of keys should do. People talk of the second coming of Christ, in my home he wouldn't get up until I got at least three out of him.
But I digress.
I know I worried a few people with last nights posting in regards to surgery today, and the fact I was drinking last night because of it, and for that I do apologize. The basic story on that is that I had some surgical dental work today and was very nervous about having to go through it. Right now I am swollen, sore, and have 5 stitches in my mouth. On the plus side of this its all the ice cream I can eat... Doctors orders :)
The one plus to being forced to take it a bit easy today is that I have gotten a chance to sort through some of my records (of which I have way too many of them, over 10,000) and realize that I have collected over the years a lot of what I would call "Lost music" Songs for some reason or another have been lost to time because of lack of popularity or just being downright politically incorrect.
I have decided to share this music on here. I will warn you now though, my tastes are eclectic and no genre or era is free from my collection.
I plan to post a "Song of the week" in the music section of this site.
To kick this off the first song I am posting is called "Johnny are you Queer" by Josie and the pussycats. Take a listen, its an interesting song where the girl sings about how her boyfriend spends all his time with his male friends. It actually a neat song from the 80's timeframe.
Well, I need to go make another thing of ice cream and curl up in bed. Enjoy the music, and I will be back in full spirits soon.
With that visiting time is over and the guards grow antsy...
Take care, and what ever you do don't scream too loud, others are trying to sleep
Rubberasylum
Thursday, January 29, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
A Quick Note
My Fellow Inmates,
A quick note from Rubberasylum as I have promised to post everyday. I am having surgery in the morning and due to this I have been drinking a bit much tonight.
I will never post anything that I can not personally QA, due to this the piece I have written for this evening will have to hold off till tomorrow as I am unable to judge weather of not it is up to the quality that I would want to post.
I appreciate your understanding, and with that I hope you return tomorrow for the next iteration of insanity.
With that visiting time is over and the guards grow antsy...
Take care, and what ever you do don't scream too loud, others are trying to sleep
Rubberasylum
A quick note from Rubberasylum as I have promised to post everyday. I am having surgery in the morning and due to this I have been drinking a bit much tonight.
I will never post anything that I can not personally QA, due to this the piece I have written for this evening will have to hold off till tomorrow as I am unable to judge weather of not it is up to the quality that I would want to post.
I appreciate your understanding, and with that I hope you return tomorrow for the next iteration of insanity.
With that visiting time is over and the guards grow antsy...
Take care, and what ever you do don't scream too loud, others are trying to sleep
Rubberasylum
Monday, January 26, 2009
As The Cell Door Turns
My Fellow Inmates,
Well as soon as one thinks they are settled, life rears its left asscheek and aerates the room. Having recently moved it appears I shall be doing so again some time within this year.
It looks like we are going to be moving into a larger home. That being said, the play space will now actually be in a basement and twice the size of the space we have to use at the moment. This is the plus.
The negative part is at this moment the padded cell is on hiatus. I am not sure about the size and layout of the new digs, and until I get a chance to see it I will have to place that project on the back burner...
With that said though, a larger space means that the one major toy I have wanted for so long, a Striker gurney (pictured) is not only a possibility but an inevitability.
In our current home there is not the space for it. In the new place there is more than enough, and I have some hardcore bondage ideas using this toy that I have never seen done before. Experimentation on willing, and or unwilling participants is one thing that I enjoy quite well, and anything that holds them down tighter is a major plus in my book.
Stay tuned on all of that.
In the meantime we are still piecing together the current playroom, though now that we know its temporary progress will probably slow a bit after the BDG table arrives, and the grand ideas shall wait until the permanent location is readied for setup.
Realize that this means that when we do move, I will chronicle the building of the play space, from the blank pix of the empty room as we first see it to the finished space once all is said and done.
Think of it as Martha Stewart's Dungeon Living
For now look forward to thoughts, plans, play, and twisted humor as we count down the months to the new play space.
With that visiting time is over and the guards grow antsy...
Take care, and what ever you do don't scream too loud, others are trying to sleep
Rubberasylum
Well as soon as one thinks they are settled, life rears its left asscheek and aerates the room. Having recently moved it appears I shall be doing so again some time within this year.
It looks like we are going to be moving into a larger home. That being said, the play space will now actually be in a basement and twice the size of the space we have to use at the moment. This is the plus.
The negative part is at this moment the padded cell is on hiatus. I am not sure about the size and layout of the new digs, and until I get a chance to see it I will have to place that project on the back burner...
With that said though, a larger space means that the one major toy I have wanted for so long, a Striker gurney (pictured) is not only a possibility but an inevitability.
In our current home there is not the space for it. In the new place there is more than enough, and I have some hardcore bondage ideas using this toy that I have never seen done before. Experimentation on willing, and or unwilling participants is one thing that I enjoy quite well, and anything that holds them down tighter is a major plus in my book.
Stay tuned on all of that.
In the meantime we are still piecing together the current playroom, though now that we know its temporary progress will probably slow a bit after the BDG table arrives, and the grand ideas shall wait until the permanent location is readied for setup.
Realize that this means that when we do move, I will chronicle the building of the play space, from the blank pix of the empty room as we first see it to the finished space once all is said and done.
Think of it as Martha Stewart's Dungeon Living
For now look forward to thoughts, plans, play, and twisted humor as we count down the months to the new play space.
With that visiting time is over and the guards grow antsy...
Take care, and what ever you do don't scream too loud, others are trying to sleep
Rubberasylum
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