<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580</id><updated>2011-08-27T05:49:41.325-06:00</updated><category term='First post'/><title type='text'>Musings of a Discipliner</title><subtitle type='html'>The very first blog of a Dominant spanking enthusiast!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>197</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-3687381024737510515</id><published>2011-08-03T13:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T13:54:35.023-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"and like that.........he's gone." - The Usual Suspects</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, how is everybody doing in internet land? Wowee zowee I've been gone a long time. I took a long break from the lifestyle thing for way too long, and im thinking it may be time to dip my toes into the pool of play again. I really miss the people i used to talk to regularly, and i miss discovering new and exciting things. Work is still going to get in the way, but I've decided its high time to just put on my big boy underoos and try and work through it. I hope i haven't lost too many readers and id like to get back into the swing of this. Let me know if you're still around!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://m.youtube.com/#/watch?v=FMBQD-rf4xo"&gt;Movie quote&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;J&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-3687381024737510515?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/3687381024737510515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2011/08/like-thathe-gone-usual-suspects.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/3687381024737510515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/3687381024737510515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2011/08/like-thathe-gone-usual-suspects.html' title='&amp;quot;and like that.........he&amp;#39;s gone.&amp;quot; - The Usual Suspects'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-5818913841353423163</id><published>2010-12-15T06:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-12-15T06:26:44.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmm vanilla corruption goodness...</title><content type='html'>So, I have been super dee duper busy lately, but I have some spanky news! I recently reconnected with an old friend from high school, and we&amp;#39;ve really hit it off! I totally opened up to her about my interest in domestic discipline, and....she expressed a strong intrest in it after I described it to her! So, she is considering setting up some personal goals and wants to be held accountable by me if she misses them! Ooooo de lally!&lt;p&gt;Well, I&amp;#39;ll try and keep you updated!&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-5818913841353423163?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/5818913841353423163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/12/mmmm-vanilla-corruption-goodness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/5818913841353423163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/5818913841353423163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/12/mmmm-vanilla-corruption-goodness.html' title='Mmmm vanilla corruption goodness...'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-2745081546028577284</id><published>2010-11-30T11:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T11:07:56.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh oh...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TPU9flKw-FI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3Vig8-6ioro/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FdWhvaC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-776836"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TPU9flKw-FI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3Vig8-6ioro/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FdWhvaC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-776836"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5545406128939137106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;She hasn&amp;#39;t read it yet, but the first twitter post I saw after mine was a link here: &lt;a href="http://bit.ly/e9W922"&gt;http://bit.ly/e9W922&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Suddenly I remembered a quote from Star Wars&lt;br&gt;Luke: &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;m not afraid!&amp;quot; Yoda: &amp;quot;Oh, you will be. You will be.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;*gulp*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-2745081546028577284?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/2745081546028577284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/11/uh-oh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/2745081546028577284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/2745081546028577284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/11/uh-oh.html' title='Uh oh...'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TPU9flKw-FI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/3Vig8-6ioro/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FdWhvaC5qcGc%253D%253F%253D-776836' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-9200363920670768873</id><published>2010-11-30T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T10:14:01.868-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A picture tells a thousand words *actual pictures not included*</title><content type='html'>So, I&amp;#39;ve been neglecting the spanking/kink side of myself lately. This has a direct impact on the content of my Blog. Seriously, when was the last time I blogged about spanking or kink? *hangs head in shame*&lt;p&gt;To make it up to you, I&amp;#39;m gonna post some pictures. Honestly, what I&amp;#39;d like to do, is go meet with little b and have her give ME a spanking and take some shots of me over her knee, or in the corner. I don&amp;#39;t feel the bottomy urge very often, but I think some discipline is exactly what the doctor ordered. I&amp;#39;m not really sure how to broach the subject with her, I think if I asked nice she&amp;#39;d be more than willing, she definitely has a strong sadistic side! And normally I would just ask her to beat me a little, but we&amp;#39;ve not had the chance to chat lately, so I don&amp;#39;t want to make her feel obligated, or impose, or whatever, etc... She reads here from time to time, so I&amp;#39;m sure I&amp;#39;ll be getting a message from her in one form or another...lol. Actually, lil b&amp;#39;s sadistic side can be scary sometimes! She really shows her enjoyment when she&amp;#39;s administering ouchies, and it can be a little........nerve wracking!&lt;p&gt;OH YA! I totally got an update about my friend who came out as spanko to her vanilla BF! &amp;lt;-- &lt;a href="http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/11/errrr-ummm-blush.html"&gt;http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/11/errrr-ummm-blush.html&lt;/a&gt; &lt;p&gt;Things are going swimmingly, apparently he&amp;#39;s taken to spanking like a duck to water! Lmao! I could almost see her squirm in her seat as I read her message! :D I told her I&amp;#39;d love the chance to chat with him about corner time and mouth soaping.....her reply? &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Well he is busy enough keeping track of all my smart ass comments and such. And no he does not need to learn about that other stuff. Lol&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Sounds to me like that&amp;#39;s exactly what he needs to learn about! ;)&lt;p&gt;So, if little b agrees, I&amp;#39;ll give you some pics, and even if she doesn&amp;#39;t, maybe, if you&amp;#39;re well behaved girls and boys, I&amp;#39;ll post some.......&amp;quot;revealing&amp;quot; pictures if you&amp;#39;d like. Random penis pics? Sure! Nude shots? If you&amp;#39;d like! I&amp;#39;m in an exhibitionsty mood, so take advantage and make a request!&lt;p&gt;Well, ttyl folks!&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-9200363920670768873?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/9200363920670768873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/11/picture-tells-thousand-words-actual.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/9200363920670768873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/9200363920670768873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/11/picture-tells-thousand-words-actual.html' title='A picture tells a thousand words *actual pictures not included*'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-1435221355038211755</id><published>2010-11-30T03:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T03:47:05.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yaaaaaawn</title><content type='html'>Good morning! Welcome to the patch. Its 3:30am here. I was up at 2:30, got my crack....er....coffee, and headed off to work.&lt;p&gt;I is smart. Last night, when I left the shop, I set my &amp;quot;Webasto Heater&amp;quot; to come on at 3am (webasto heater - diesel burning engine heater with a timer) and my truck is already nice and warm. I will be heading out to location at around 5, and I may have an early day again! *beams*&lt;p&gt;Awwww! Crap! *head desk* I forgot rule #1 of the oil patch. &amp;quot;NEVER anticipate a positive outcome out loud. It will always jinx you and the negative outcome will happen.&amp;quot; dangit now its gonna be a long day.&lt;p&gt;Bah.&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-1435221355038211755?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/1435221355038211755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/11/yaaaaaawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/1435221355038211755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/1435221355038211755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/11/yaaaaaawn.html' title='Yaaaaaawn'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-3139355192819738621</id><published>2010-11-29T09:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T09:01:03.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks like SOMEBODY'S got a case of the MONDAYS!</title><content type='html'>Well, after a short stint in camp, on the 24th of Nov I got a call from family to head home. After a few years of progressively failing health, my grandmother passed away at the age of 85. Of course we were all saddened to hear the news, but its been a long time coming, and we had prepared ourselves for the inevitable. Her passing means I have only one grandparent left, and his health is not that good either. Its odd, situations like this, rather than make me sad, tend to push me toward contemplating my own mortality, along with making me think and apriciate the experiences of someone who&amp;#39;s lived for that long. My grandmother was born on a Saskatchewan farm in 1925. This means she lived through things I cannot even begin to imagine! She would have been 4 years old at the beginning of the great depression. At the age of 11 the first television broadcast began and at 13 was the first color TV broadcast. At 14 she&amp;#39;d have seen the start of WWII. At 25 the Korean war broke out and at 29 she&amp;#39;d have seen the start of the Vietnam war. She was 36 when the Berlin Wall was built, and the soviets launched the first man into space.  At 38 she&amp;#39;d have seen the assassination of JFK. At 39 Civil Rights Act passed in the U.S, and Nelson Mandela was sentenced to life in prison. At 43 Martin Luther King Jr. was assassinated. At 44 Neil Armstrong walked on the moon, at 45 computer floppy discs were created, and at 47 the Watergate scandal happened. At 52 Elvis died and Star Wars debuts! At 53 John Paul became pope, and finally at 54, the year I was born, 1980, she experienced the eruption of Mount St. Helens and the assassination of John Lennon.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It makes me wonder, what incredible world events are in store for me. At my age, when she was 30, James Dean died and Disneyland opened.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, I guess I should get to work now, I hope to talk to you all again soon!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-3139355192819738621?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/3139355192819738621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/11/looks-like-somebodys-got-case-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/3139355192819738621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/3139355192819738621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/11/looks-like-somebodys-got-case-of.html' title='Looks like SOMEBODY&apos;S got a case of the MONDAYS!'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-5381652749057526341</id><published>2010-11-17T09:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-17T09:53:25.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blech. Srsly.</title><content type='html'>gah. It snowed yesterday. Actually, the term &amp;quot;snowed&amp;quot; is a little bit of an understatement. On Monday, it was a beautiful fall evening. I actually saw green grass on my way home from work. Srsly. Then I woke up on Tuesday morning, and it was like old man winter took a great big Shit all over the place. It truly is as disgusting as it sounds. My job on Tuesday was shut down, more so to let everyone else realize they needed to change their driving style from amateur nascar driver to grandma. I think they said on the radio that there was over 200 accidents in the city of Calgary alone. Happens every winter. And to those of you that actually LIKE this shite, I&amp;#39;m looking at you lil b....ya&amp;#39;ll should be locked up.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Woke up this morning with the perfect side dish to surprise winter, yup, the flu. Life, she ees grand, non?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Just now, the pumper on location shat the bed, so we had to rig it out, they&amp;#39;re sending another one out from Drumheller to finish the job. So much for early days when I&amp;#39;m sick. *eye roll*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I heard from my spanko friend who came clean to her very vanilla bf, about her need for domestic discipline. Baby steps. Lol. He doesn&amp;#39;t own a computer (wtf? Right? Dark ages much?) so that may be why, when it comes to kink, he&amp;#39;s so sheltered... But anyway, he slapped her butt while they were.....you know.......doing it. And he even called her a &amp;quot;naughty girl!&amp;quot; How cool is that? Perhaps he has the Domly gene, and just hasn&amp;#39;t had the opportunity to explore it? Either that or its just a known fact that whilest swatting a young lady&amp;#39;s bared bottom, the appropriate thing to say is &amp;quot;you&amp;#39;ve been a naughty girl,&amp;quot; and its instinctive to do so for vanilla and spanko alike....hmmmm a spanking instinct....interesting....thoughts?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well. Back to the grindstone. Ttyl folks!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jesse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-5381652749057526341?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/5381652749057526341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/11/blech-srsly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/5381652749057526341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/5381652749057526341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/11/blech-srsly.html' title='Blech. Srsly.'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-8599538652473126953</id><published>2010-11-15T08:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T08:50:22.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Errrr, ummm, *blush*</title><content type='html'>Hey kiddies! So I had a pretty interesting conversation with a spanko/DD friend of mine. I couldn&amp;#39;t help but giggle at the thought of something she had to do recently. Well, she&amp;#39;s been seeking a partner in the spanking scene for a long time now, with varied success. Recently, she started a new job, and a guy there, a vanilla guy, took an interest in her. So, with some soul searching, she decided to take a shot and they started dating. Things were going splendidly, however, she had to keep her spanko tendencies on the down low, until she was comfortable with him enough to reveal that side of her. She dropped a few hints here and there over the next few months, and she even ended up going to a spanking gathering, and told him. He was a little taken aback, but he misunderstood. She is a bottom. He assumed she was going to be spanking him... Lol, rather amusing. But, nothing really came of it. She cleared up the misunderstanding, and he dropped the subject. Now, everything came to a head yesterday, when she made the decision that she had to have discipline in her life, and she was going to let him know everything. *gulp*&lt;p&gt;Now, I haven&amp;#39;t heard what the outcome was, yet, but she decided last night, they were going to be having an open and honest discussion about her particular needs. This situation made me giggle a bit. I told her I could see how it would play out. Her = GF Him = BF.&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;hey, um BF, can I talk to you about something?&amp;quot; of course GF! What do you need? &amp;quot;wellllllllll, remember that, um, gathering I went to, um, a few weeks ago?&amp;quot; which one? The work meeting? &amp;quot;errr no, the, uh, spanking one.....*blush*&amp;quot; Ohhhh, right......yea....what about it? &amp;quot;welllllll, ahem.....I, ummm, wanted to talk to you, you know, about, well what I mean to say is, errrr......well I like....um..it, spanking... *blush even more*&amp;quot; ohhhhhkaaaay... Like you want me to, like, *blush*, spank your butt when we, you know......have sex? &amp;quot;*cough* well.....um.....not exactly.....&amp;quot; *eyebrow raise* well, what DID you mean?  &amp;quot;*palms sweating profusely now* well, there&amp;#39;s this community, that I&amp;#39;m sort of part of, and we like, well not LIKE like, but we need, like, to have structure and, uh discipline, and, well there&amp;#39;s a website...well there&amp;#39;s actually lots of websites, and ummm you know how when you were a kid, and you did something bad, and you got.....you know....a spanking?&amp;quot; yeaaaah... &amp;quot;well, I, well not JUST I, er, me, there&amp;#39;s lots of us, and its not like whips and chains,  you know, *wants floor to open up and swallow her*, its like, when I need, like help with things, errr well more like when I&amp;#39;ve done something wrong....well I find if, *Gulp* someone punishes me for it, I learn better......you know?&amp;quot;.........&lt;p&gt;This is kind of how I pictured the start of this conversation going. Lmao! I couldn&amp;#39;t help but giggle profusely. I think we need one of those pamphlets, like they have in junior high school guidance counselor offices about STD&amp;#39;s and teen pregnancy, for spankos coming out to vanilla folk. It would have a picture of a hairbrush on it, and in big purple letters it would say &amp;quot;So you&amp;#39;re partner likes spanking...&amp;quot; inside the pamphlet it would explain the whole thing, in an easy to understand way, describing every nuance about the lifestyle and a little description on how to go about incorporating it into your life. Lol, maybe even little diagrams on positions and techniques.....&lt;p&gt;Lol. Well, as I try to date only kink friendly people, I haven&amp;#39;t had to try and explain domestic discipline to a significant other. What about you? Any experiences in trying to explain your kinks to vanilla folk?&lt;p&gt;Lemee know!&lt;p&gt;Jesse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-8599538652473126953?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/8599538652473126953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/11/errrr-ummm-blush.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8599538652473126953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8599538652473126953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/11/errrr-ummm-blush.html' title='Errrr, ummm, *blush*'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-1292232165334434744</id><published>2010-11-14T03:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-14T03:40:04.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Implements</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TN-8hNagm8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/6WrsSuypBKY/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTAxMTE0LTAwMTIzLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-704061"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TN-8hNagm8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/6WrsSuypBKY/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTAxMTE0LTAwMTIzLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-704061"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539353345411554242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Hidey ho neighborinos! Well, I actually got off at a relatively decent hour yesterday, and after having a great conversation with a close friend, I headed over to Superstore to check out some implements she mentioned for a discount price! She told me about a few bath brushes she picked up on sale. I found the ones she got and unfortunately they weren&amp;#39;t on sale. She got em for $2.99 each! They we&amp;#39;re $8, and particularly wicked looking... But all was not lost. I poked around, and ended up discovering there were some different ones on for $4 a piece, so I grabbed a couple, and a hairbrush I&amp;#39;ve been looking for. My purchase was only $18 and I got 3 new toys! Woot! The two bath brushes look like they were specifically designed to discipline a young lady, and I wonder about the short handled one, I don&amp;#39;t think you could even use it as a bath brush, because you couldn&amp;#39;t reach anywhere with it! But, as a spanking implement, its just perfect! I&amp;#39;m actually pretty excited to try em out!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, that&amp;#39;s all for now, Ta Ta!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jesse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-1292232165334434744?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/1292232165334434744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/11/implements.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/1292232165334434744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/1292232165334434744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/11/implements.html' title='Implements'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TN-8hNagm8I/AAAAAAAAAJI/6WrsSuypBKY/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FSU1HLTIwMTAxMTE0LTAwMTIzLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-704061' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-3419393888899330632</id><published>2010-11-13T08:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-13T08:33:43.295-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That which does not kill me, is only an epic pain in the ass.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TN6v1zpW0rI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-4fcjgROh8c/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fc2V4dWFsLUZydXN0cmF0aW9uLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-723296"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TN6v1zpW0rI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-4fcjgROh8c/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fc2V4dWFsLUZydXN0cmF0aW9uLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-723296"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539057930643886770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;All work and no play makes Jesse a dull boy. Also, makes him edgier and more easily sexually excited than a 17 year old boy in an all girls gym class....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*pout* I haven&amp;#39;t even SEEN a good beating in ages. Let alone actually participate in one. I know I know, its my own damned fault. Its actually kind of funny sometimes. Even the innuendo of spanking or kink sends my mind off on some elaborate kink-themed, sexual daydream tangent. Srsly. Its getting rather frustrating, but at least I know the sexual arousal centers of my brain still work.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I was leafing through the news paper at work yesterday, and happened across a flyer for Zellers. Randomly flipping through it, while sitting at the shop, waiting for my turn to get into one of the service bays, when I flipped to a page saying something like some of their bath and beauty products were on sale. Lo and behold a picture of a particularly innocent looking bath brush. *snap* mind races, cock hard, uncomfortably adjusting my quickly tenting coveralls, the scene unfolded in my mind. Straight backed chair, panties lowered to knee height, snap of the bath brush on tender, unprotected skin, corner time, scolding....is it hot in here? Desperately wanting to free the growing problem in my pants. Readjust, but take a little longer in doing so, letting my grip linger on that over sensitive and under stimulated part of my body....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*BANG BANG* a knock on my truck door. &amp;quot;hey, Jess, you can roll into the bay now.&amp;quot; You know you&amp;#39;re in a bad spot when a Zellers flyer can nearly bring you to orgasm.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Bah.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jesse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-3419393888899330632?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/3419393888899330632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/11/that-which-does-not-kill-me-is-only.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/3419393888899330632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/3419393888899330632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/11/that-which-does-not-kill-me-is-only.html' title='That which does not kill me, is only an epic pain in the ass.'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TN6v1zpW0rI/AAAAAAAAAJA/-4fcjgROh8c/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253Fc2V4dWFsLUZydXN0cmF0aW9uLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-723296' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-56904799933145963</id><published>2010-11-11T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T06:23:09.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembrance Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TNvuPigMwOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/VBTJCxSf73A/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FcmVtZW1icmFuY2UtcG9wcHkuanBn%253F%253D-789939"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TNvuPigMwOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/VBTJCxSf73A/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FcmVtZW1icmFuY2UtcG9wcHkuanBn%253F%253D-789939"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5538282117509464290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;In Flanders fields the poppies blow&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;Between the crosses, row on row,&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;That mark our place; and in the sky&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;The larks, still bravely singing, fly&lt;br&gt;Scarce heard amid the guns below.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We are the Dead. Short days ago&lt;br&gt;We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;Loved and were loved, and now we lie,&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;In Flanders fields.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Take up our quarrel with the foe:&lt;br&gt;To you from failing hands we throw&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;The torch; be yours to hold it high.&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;If ye break faith with us who die&lt;br&gt;We shall not sleep, though poppies grow&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;In Flanders fields.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-56904799933145963?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/56904799933145963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/11/remembrance-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/56904799933145963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/56904799933145963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/11/remembrance-day.html' title='Remembrance Day'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TNvuPigMwOI/AAAAAAAAAI4/VBTJCxSf73A/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FcmVtZW1icmFuY2UtcG9wcHkuanBn%253F%253D-789939' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-380427136287746045</id><published>2010-11-09T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-09T00:52:01.627-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Work. Bane of my existence.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TNj9omEGHMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0hZTKWFi3fs/s1600/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FcmVhbHdvcmxkLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-721628"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TNj9omEGHMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0hZTKWFi3fs/s320/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FcmVhbHdvcmxkLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-721628"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537454615706344642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Dear Work, &lt;p&gt;You made me miss my Blogiversary. Please feel free to fuck off now.&lt;p&gt;Regards,&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-380427136287746045?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/380427136287746045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/11/work-bane-of-my-existence.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/380427136287746045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/380427136287746045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/11/work-bane-of-my-existence.html' title='Work. Bane of my existence.'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TNj9omEGHMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/0hZTKWFi3fs/s72-c/%253D%253Futf-8%253FB%253FcmVhbHdvcmxkLmpwZw%253D%253D%253F%253D-721628' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-7755109726263067669</id><published>2010-11-07T04:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T04:20:09.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogiversary eve</title><content type='html'>Well tomorrow, I will have been a blogger for exactly 1 year! It feels so much longer than that, I&amp;#39;ve learned so much, met so many fantastic people, and I think I&amp;#39;ve had more person to person kink contact in this one year, than any other year of my life. I&amp;#39;d like to thank every single one of my readers. I know I don&amp;#39;t get to post as often as I&amp;#39;d like, and you have no idea how much I apriciate those who comment, and Lurkers alike. Briar, Padme, Celine, Hermione, and Bonnie, my blogging experience would have been a much shorter one, had it not been for your continued support. Thank you for showing me how fun it can be to write, and also, I consider you all friends. I hope, the next year is as fun as this one has been, and I hope I get to make even more incredible friends like you! For tomorrow, I WILL be posting again, and I want to know, what would you like to see here? Anything at all! Pictures? A story? Let me know!&lt;p&gt;Hugs everyone!&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-7755109726263067669?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/7755109726263067669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/11/blogiversary-eve.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7755109726263067669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7755109726263067669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/11/blogiversary-eve.html' title='Blogiversary eve'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-1311576818604822812</id><published>2010-11-04T06:53:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T06:53:17.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Re-exploration</title><content type='html'>Well, I&amp;#39;m back. I don&amp;#39;t want to stop, but should I stop apologizing for extended absences here? I feel like I&amp;#39;m starting every post saying I&amp;#39;m sorry for not posting often enough. Feedback pls....&lt;p&gt;Well, I&amp;#39;ve been chatting with a new friend as of late. I&amp;#39;ll call her.......&amp;quot;t&amp;quot;, and she&amp;#39;s very new. Not new as far as interest goes, she&amp;#39;s been exploring her &amp;quot;kinkyness&amp;quot; since she was a teen (younger if you count the stuff we all did, like looking up the word spanking in the dictionary and getting that &amp;quot;funny feeling&amp;quot; down there.) But, she&amp;#39;s just begun to explore in the &amp;quot;real world.&amp;quot; She explained that she&amp;#39;s been exploring the net for it for a long time, and chatting on the phone, but not much as far as real life play and discovery goes. Its really kind of odd, but very cool and interesting hearing about her likes and dislikes. Lol, she still has that sense of naivet&amp;#233; and unnecessary shame, regarding her feelings. Its tough, but I&amp;#39;m trying to have her open up to me, and share her feelings, but I really do remember that feeling of nervous worry that your confidant will find your particular kink to be odd, or funny, or they&amp;#39;ll ridicule you for being into it. :( I still get that worry every once in a while, I wonder if it really truly goes away.... She&amp;#39;s FINALLY (after much goading and pleading) confessed her strong interest in age play and AB/DL to me. SO COOL! I&amp;#39;ve discussed this with people online, but never had the glorious opportunity to play and discuss person to person. Its really quite a turn on, and the fact that I find age play and spanking to be such a strong interest, its not really all that surprising that I like this too. I&amp;#39;ve seen a few pics on Fet of &amp;quot;littles&amp;quot; and they&amp;#39;ve always given me that wonderful tingle when I see em. I&amp;#39;m very excited to explore this further!&lt;p&gt;I met with t yesterday afternoon briefly, and I brought her a soother. If she gives me permission, I&amp;#39;ll totally post a pic of her with it, its so adorable! :D but, this is one of those times where her anonymity is my primary desire, so no pics till permission. *nods*&lt;p&gt;Well, off to work. Talk to you all later!&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-1311576818604822812?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/1311576818604822812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/11/re-exploration.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/1311576818604822812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/1311576818604822812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/11/re-exploration.html' title='Re-exploration'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-6565618379394200613</id><published>2010-10-27T07:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T07:44:25.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HUR-AY HUR-AY HUR-AY! Step right up! Thrills! Chills! Amazing prizes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TMgsulJWnaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/luavq1ufe28/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FdGVhYmFnLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-765772"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TMgsulJWnaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/luavq1ufe28/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FdGVhYmFnLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-765772"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532721320981601698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Heya readers! First thank you to B-Man for the follow good sir! I&amp;#39;m super glad I can still bring in readers, even though I tend to horribly neglect my Blog from time to time....&lt;p&gt;Aaaanyway.... I have an idea. I&amp;#39;m getting the itch again to make some toys..... But I feel like I the toys I do make tend to collect dust when I keep them for myself... So, to remedy this, I want to send some new creations to readers! Yup, I&amp;#39;m gonna be the &amp;quot;Ellen&amp;quot; of spanking bloggers! Except for the being a lesbian, dancing, and fame parts... Anyway, I&amp;#39;d really like some suggestions on what kind of task or contest I should start, to give away toys! And, what kind of toys you&amp;#39;d like to win! Lexan rod? Wooden paddle? Leather strap or tawse? Rubber strap? I can haz feedback nao plz? Okthxbai!&lt;p&gt;Hugs ya&amp;#39;ll!&lt;p&gt;Jesse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-6565618379394200613?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/6565618379394200613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/10/hur-ay-hur-ay-hur-ay-step-right-up.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/6565618379394200613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/6565618379394200613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/10/hur-ay-hur-ay-hur-ay-step-right-up.html' title='HUR-AY HUR-AY HUR-AY! Step right up! Thrills! Chills! Amazing prizes!'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TMgsulJWnaI/AAAAAAAAAIo/luavq1ufe28/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FdGVhYmFnLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-765772' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-6999337430275626930</id><published>2010-10-26T07:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T07:32:35.806-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Welcome back, To that same old place that you laughed about."</title><content type='html'>Well hello everyone!!!!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Long time no see! I&amp;#39;ve been neglecting this little Blog. If I had someone to answer to, I&amp;#39;d most definitely accept the over the knee bare bottomed spanking I surely deserve. I miss you all! :(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I cannot believe how freaking busy I&amp;#39;ve been! Usually, I&amp;#39;ll end up putting in a few shop days here and there. Today is my first one since Sept! Holy crap! I have noticed that I&amp;#39;m not the only one not blogging regularly tho....*looks at Celine* ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You cannot possibly imagine the messed up sleep schedule I&amp;#39;ve been having! Up at 2:30am and 14 hour days. I&amp;#39;d get to work around 3am and drive to location to be there by 6. I&amp;#39;d do the job, drive to the plant, wait in line for about an hour, load, drive to the shop, do my post trip, and usually be home around 5:30PM. I&amp;#39;d be asleep by around 7 or 8. Its funny, on Saturday and Sunday mornings, I&amp;#39;m usually driving to work while people are leaving the bars.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So.... What&amp;#39;s new? How is everyone? Did I lose readers? *sobs* I hope not..... I&amp;#39;m still here!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jesse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-6999337430275626930?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/6999337430275626930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/10/welcome-back-to-that-same-old-place.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/6999337430275626930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/6999337430275626930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/10/welcome-back-to-that-same-old-place.html' title='&quot;Welcome back, To that same old place that you laughed about.&quot;'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-8563102633849671580</id><published>2010-09-22T07:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T07:22:49.679-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Monday is a really shity way to spend 1/7th of your life."</title><content type='html'>Well! Long time no see peeps! I spent some time in camp this week, then, as a blessing, I got Monday and Tuesday off! Can you believe it? It was like a weekend! However, even though today is Wednesday, its my Monday. *grumble grumble* I gotta say, there really hasn&amp;#39;t been much activity in the &amp;#39;ol blogosphere.... Where is everyone?&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve been suffering people. I have been having a pretty sad excuse for a kinklife. I haven&amp;#39;t given a spanking or beating of any kind in WAY too long. I&amp;#39;ve got the kink withdrawl shakes..... :(&lt;p&gt;Living vicariously through other people&amp;#39;s kinklife has been discovered to be a unsatisfying way to live. I gotta get me some spanky goodness! Any takers? Lol &lt;p&gt;Soooo.....what&amp;#39;s new? What&amp;#39;s up in the kink world? Any exciting developments?&lt;p&gt;Ttyl!&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-8563102633849671580?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/8563102633849671580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/09/monday-is-really-shity-way-to-spend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8563102633849671580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8563102633849671580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/09/monday-is-really-shity-way-to-spend.html' title='&quot;Monday is a really shity way to spend 1/7th of your life.&quot;'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-8500399387133860065</id><published>2010-09-09T10:43:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-09T10:43:16.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Do not be too timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experience.” - Ralph Waldo Emerson</title><content type='html'>Well hello again, lovely readers! I&amp;#39;ve been spending an awful lot of time reading all the amazing stories over at &lt;a href="http://voiceinthecorner.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://voiceinthecorner.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt; there are some VERY incredible mental images portrayed there in some of the stories.&lt;p&gt;It got me to thinking about my own experiences as a Dom, and as much as I feel like I am &amp;quot;experienced&amp;quot;, there are a lot of things I&amp;#39;ve never tried. As far as this particular post goes, I&amp;#39;m gonna stick to implements.&lt;p&gt;So, first a list of items that I HAVE used and some that I really like in particular.&lt;p&gt;My very fave implement, to begin the list, is the dreaded wooden spoon. This, in my opinion, is nearly the perfect implement. Reasons? Well, first of all it stings. Lol, the right wooden spoon can invoke that bottom shaking panic at the realization of how much something so innocuous can cause so much bloody sting! Its got that Top friendly wielding factor, as its easy to use, without much effort being put in can still reap fantastic bottom squirming results. Its an implement that can be found in nearly every home in Canada, they&amp;#39;re cheap, easy to find, and readily available. And yet, you&amp;#39;d think with the sting the right one can create, they&amp;#39;d be impossible to find. Love &amp;#39;em!&lt;p&gt;Other wooden toys I&amp;#39;ve used - hairbrushes, bathbrushes, wooden dowels, paddles etc. All wonderful.&lt;p&gt;Leather - belts, straps, tawses, paddles, etc.. I know some people prefer leather because its got that more building burn as opposed to the stinginess that wood provides.&lt;p&gt;Other - lexan rods, rubber paddles and straps, thin metal snappy sticks (pull back and let go for a snappy red mark, great for creating artwork!) all yummy and fun.&lt;p&gt;Now some of the things I wanna try that I&amp;#39;ve never had the chance to....&lt;p&gt;Wood - Birch rods, switches, rattan canes, etc.. All very European, and with the many wooded areas I live near, you&amp;#39;d think birches and switches would be used way more often!&lt;p&gt;Other - Marionette(what are these?) lexan paddles, whips, single-tails, floggers(I have used one flogger, but only once)....&lt;p&gt;How about you, readers? What&amp;#39;s your fave? No choosing the &amp;quot;hand&amp;quot; we all like it! Its a cop out answer! What are some you&amp;#39;ve never tried that you&amp;#39;d like to?&lt;p&gt;Looking forward to your responses peeps!&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-8500399387133860065?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/8500399387133860065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/09/do-not-be-too-timid-and-squeamish-about.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8500399387133860065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8500399387133860065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/09/do-not-be-too-timid-and-squeamish-about.html' title='&quot;Do not be too timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experience.” - Ralph Waldo Emerson'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-4959717746001112627</id><published>2010-09-06T08:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T08:50:58.541-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Stories and the power of the written word.</title><content type='html'>Another early morning, I&amp;#39;m starting to feel the weight of lack of sleep. *YAWN* I&amp;#39;m thinking that if I had to answer to someone, I&amp;#39;d probably never sit comfortably...my sleepiness is partly my fault, when I get home, before I go to sleep, I usually read to wind down. But lately, I&amp;#39;ve been spending just a little too much time reading when I should be snoring.&lt;p&gt;The main reason is, the bloody writers over at &lt;a href="http://voiceinthecorner.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://voiceinthecorner.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;. They&amp;#39;re absolutely incredible! I&amp;#39;ve been following the &amp;quot;Lizzy Baines&amp;quot; series, but they&amp;#39;re coming a little far apart, so I had a peek around the site and discovered the &amp;quot;Angela&amp;quot; series. Srsly you guys, I am starting to think I may have some kind of compulsive masturbation disorder. Those stories are absolutely amazing. I can&amp;#39;t help but get all dreamy at the thought of getting to be in a situation like &amp;quot;David.&amp;quot; Mmmmm&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m wondering, what medium does it for you? I&amp;#39;m partial to movies, and pics are good, but they don&amp;#39;t seem to stimulate the way a well written story can. The right writer draws me in, and I just get lost in the spanking fantasy dream land.&lt;p&gt;One of the very first places I remember exploring on the web, when I was just a young guy trying to make sense of my spanko desires was &amp;quot;Laura&amp;#39;s Spanking Corner&amp;quot; I&amp;#39;m not sure if its even still around, but I gotta say, as a teen, living at my parents house, I spent many a sneaky night, on our old ass Pentium 120, impatiently waiting for our 28.8 dial up modem to load up pages there....&lt;p&gt;Lol, now that I&amp;#39;ve effectively dated myself, what do you all remember about discovering spanking? I remember being even younger, before the birth of the internet, and discovering a stash of my dad&amp;#39;s naughty magazines. Now, this was a gold mine for any 13 year old boy, first discovering his sexuality. But one pictorial in particular stands out. It was &amp;quot;Club International Magazine&amp;quot; I believe, and the pictorial wasn&amp;#39;t anything too out of the ordinary, except for one small thing. There was a spanking part. The pictorial showed a muscular male farm hand working in a barn, and after a day of riding, a buxom brunette lady enters the scene, still sporting her equestrian gear. She was quite rude to the farm hand, and after one particular comment, he decides he&amp;#39;s had enough. Her backside is quickly bared, with much protest, and he proceeds to swat her bare bottom with his hand, then her riding crop. Needless to say, after a short time, the young lady is feeling quite sorry, and she makes it up to him by first pulling his cock from his pants and using her mouth to express her apology. Soon after they fuck, and the last part of the story implies that should she get out of line again, he&amp;#39;ll not hesitate to repeat the lesson.&lt;p&gt;I have to say, I must have jerked off to those 7 or 8 pages, over a hundred times. As I got older I discovered small passages in books, and my realization of my interest in spanking was fully realized with the birth of the internet. Any particularly strong memories from your past that you&amp;#39;d like to share?&lt;p&gt;Tata for now!&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-4959717746001112627?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/4959717746001112627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/09/stories-and-power-of-written-word.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/4959717746001112627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/4959717746001112627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/09/stories-and-power-of-written-word.html' title='Stories and the power of the written word.'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-9176478481654079902</id><published>2010-09-05T09:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T09:28:15.299-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is most certainly NOT on my side... *bawls* I guess I kinda saw it comin tho....</title><content type='html'>Sigh. Yup, you heard right...*HEAVY SIGH* if you have a look, you&amp;#39;ll notice something missing from my Blog profile. I made the difficult decision today, that I&amp;#39;d pull the wool that was firmly entrenched over my eyes, off, and accept the fact that I just don&amp;#39;t have the luxury of enough extra time to keep 2 blogs up and healthy. So, unfortunately I had to.....to....put down.....* WAILS* Wahhhhhh! St. Mary&amp;#39;s Academy. She had a short life, and she didn&amp;#39;t get the attention she so deserved....sigh....oh well....life goes on.&lt;br&gt;*Hammers the final nail in St. Mary&amp;#39;s Academy&amp;#39;s coffin, tosses a tombstone down, and grieves for a couple minutes.....* &lt;p&gt;Ok! All better now! As we wander away from the graveyard of dead blogs, I wonder, did I do the right thing peeps? Should I have passed her on to someone instead of puttin &amp;#39;er out of her misery? Hmmm... Oh well!&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m wondering if they call this long weekend &amp;quot;labor day long weekend&amp;quot; because a lot of us are still forced to work...lol, the industry I work in is one of those where there is no such thing as &amp;quot;the weekend.&amp;quot; And this time of year is always full of anticipation, and preparation. Winter is the &amp;quot;busy season&amp;quot; in the oil patch, and all the oil companies, and service outfits are gearing up for a busy one. The last couple years have been a rough go. With the recession having its way with us, and the prices of oil and natural gas plummeting like a stone, the industry has been a place wrought with layoffs, and dismal predictions of the future. But, things seem to be FINALLY turning around. All the service companies are on a hiring spree, and the projections for this winter are positive, not fucking crazy rediculous as they were in years past, but at least looking up for the first time in over 2 years. As busy as I&amp;#39;ve been, things are gonna get even busier.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m so incredibly excited for the end of this weekend....why you ask? Well....padme and Master Anakin over at &lt;a href="http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; are going to busy as kinky little bees this weekend! You&amp;#39;ve seen the initial pics, of a bit of play time testing out the toys I sent. Well, there&amp;#39;s more to come! And....a special little treat just for me! *Squee!* sorry folks, I can&amp;#39;t share the video I&amp;#39;ll be gettin, cause I&amp;#39;m hoping its gonna be a little longer, and also, its probably going to show some very intimate scenes....*drools*..... Padme and I have been chatting, and it would seem that we share a mutual crush on eachother! (yes, I&amp;#39;m finally willing to admit that I find her fucking sexy, and I fantasize about having my way with her!) Thank god for poly! Lol. Her Master, Mr. Lord Vader is a pretty freakin cool cat, and besides being a very mean and sadistic guy, is also a man after my own heart, as he finds it a turn on to know his little, well trained slave is being punished and used by other people. I&amp;#39;ve recently started to discover that I must have the poly gene as well, realizing that I get turned on at the thought of a person I&amp;#39;m playing with being used by someone else too...who woulda thunk?&lt;p&gt;Well, its time to head to work now, so, I&amp;#39;ll catch ya&amp;#39;ll on the flip side!&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-9176478481654079902?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/9176478481654079902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/09/time-is-most-certainly-not-on-my-side.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/9176478481654079902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/9176478481654079902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/09/time-is-most-certainly-not-on-my-side.html' title='Time is most certainly NOT on my side... *bawls* I guess I kinda saw it comin tho....'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-8126820689817996268</id><published>2010-09-04T11:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T11:45:00.722-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OMG! SMUT!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TIKFnJDTKYI/AAAAAAAAAII/S0008G_P8Ho/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HXzI2MzAuSlBH%3F%3D-700723"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TIKFnJDTKYI/AAAAAAAAAII/S0008G_P8Ho/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HXzI2MzAuSlBH%3F%3D-700723"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513115801346058626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TIKFnmbWtcI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zeP_Pa-uMsQ/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HXzI2NDYuSlBH%3F%3D-702065"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TIKFnmbWtcI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/zeP_Pa-uMsQ/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HXzI2NDYuSlBH%3F%3D-702065"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513115809231582658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TIKFn6aY2oI/AAAAAAAAAIY/7x0n_G7eK-Q/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HXzI2NDkuSlBH%3F%3D-703452"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TIKFn6aY2oI/AAAAAAAAAIY/7x0n_G7eK-Q/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HXzI2NDkuSlBH%3F%3D-703452"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513115814596237954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TIKFoZHgejI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nRzjKg0cVOI/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HXzI2NDcuSlBH%3F%3D-704969"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TIKFoZHgejI/AAAAAAAAAIg/nRzjKg0cVOI/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HXzI2NDcuSlBH%3F%3D-704969"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5513115822838544946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well! Can you believe it? Pictures of a sexy little subbie, being beaten and used with toys I made are gracing the pages of my Blog for the first time in a long time! I received them this morning from padme at &lt;a href="http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; after sending off a very naughty message to her...I will be getting more, and I plan to post any that are appropriate to share here!&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-8126820689817996268?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/8126820689817996268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/09/omg-smut.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8126820689817996268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8126820689817996268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/09/omg-smut.html' title='OMG! SMUT!'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TIKFnJDTKYI/AAAAAAAAAII/S0008G_P8Ho/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HXzI2MzAuSlBH%3F%3D-700723' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-7482801523018033213</id><published>2010-09-04T10:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-04T10:21:10.939-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"To array a man's will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.” - Henry Ward Beecher</title><content type='html'>So. I have a cold. :( I hate it. I tend to only get sick once or twice a year, and it would seem that now is #1. Thank god for DayQuill.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I want send a shout out to Celine over at &lt;a href="http://redbottomedgirl.blogspot.com"&gt;http://redbottomedgirl.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;  again. Her latest anecdote had me in absolute stitches! Her tale(or tail lol) of a semi public yard stick paddling and being busted, is hysterical and also quite arousing! Also, she mentioned me too! *beams*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m finding it difficult to accept praise lately. I&amp;#39;m not sure if this is something new, or I&amp;#39;ve always had it, but it seems that kind words and compliments make me all blushy and modest. Maybe its some kind of confidence issue... Anyway, in the &amp;quot;blogosphere&amp;quot; I still see myself as pretty &amp;quot;noob&amp;quot; and being mentioned by incredible seasoned vets like Celine, or padme at &lt;a href="http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; make me feel amazing, but I&amp;#39;m wondering if its deserved. I know its something I shouldn&amp;#39;t worry about, and I&amp;#39;ve spanked young ladies for self depreciation before, but I really do wonder sometimes, &amp;quot;am I worthy of praise?&amp;quot; hmmm, I wonder if this is something we all struggle with, or am I just a weirdo....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, I gotta cut this one short, off to work!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-7482801523018033213?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/7482801523018033213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-array-mans-will-against-his-sickness.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7482801523018033213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7482801523018033213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/09/to-array-mans-will-against-his-sickness.html' title='&quot;To array a man&apos;s will against his sickness is the supreme art of medicine.” - Henry Ward Beecher'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-8726938310744352396</id><published>2010-09-03T07:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-03T07:41:33.103-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A box of surprises!</title><content type='html'>So, last night, padme and Lord Vader picked up the package I sent via Greyhound! It was so fun to know they had it, but had to wait till their boy went to bed before opening it! Such suspense! While they waited, padme and I exchanged texts, and discussed our mutual excitement for the unveiling! It was such an incredible turn on to know how wet she was from something I had made. There were some new experimental creations in there, and they agreed to be guinea pigs, and test them out for me. Not only will I be getting their thoughts on how these toys worked out, but I hope they&amp;#39;ll make some suggestions on what improvements could be made, as well as maybe a design using the same material.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I will be posting their thoughts, and they&amp;#39;ve agreed to send some pictures for me to post here! Yay smut! ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So the contents of the box, if I can remember them all, in no particular order were: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A homemade &amp;quot;tack-bra,&amp;quot; which was a bra I purchased and hot glued tacks to the inside!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A modified bug zapper where I removed the large metal screen, and made kind of a simple &amp;quot;slave prod&amp;quot; out of it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A LARGE wooden paddle, made from solid oak, with holes drilled in it.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;A small leather homemade tawse &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Chopsticks and rubber bands &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And large wooden brush, with the bristles removed&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And finally, three different shaped toys made from a thick rubber. These are the new design and material that I&amp;#39;m most excited to get info on.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;You can find them at &lt;a href="http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com"&gt;http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m all giddy and can&amp;#39;t wait to share the pics with you!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-8726938310744352396?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/8726938310744352396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/09/box-of-surprises.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8726938310744352396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8726938310744352396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/09/box-of-surprises.html' title='A box of surprises!'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-4325635251029012144</id><published>2010-09-02T11:26:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-02T11:26:53.527-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Original Rump Shakers</title><content type='html'>You may find yourself wondering, &amp;quot;what does that title mean?&amp;quot; Well, unless you were a teen through the 90&amp;#39;s, chances are you&amp;#39;ve never heard the song &amp;quot;No Diggity&amp;quot; by Blackstreet. I don&amp;#39;t normally gravitate towards that style of music, being a big fan of punk rock, but that song, damn. Just grooves right the fuck out, know what I mean? Its totally one of those tunes you can listen to and have your own private strip show in your mind....*shakes head* anyway....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I&amp;#39;m really, REALLY bored right now. I&amp;#39;m sitting on the road, waiting for the rest of the crew coming to this job to finish up where they are, and make their way here. So, I figured, &amp;quot;why not do up a post?&amp;quot; only problem is the lack of spanky goodness in my life right now. And, after reading Celine&amp;#39;s last 2 posts over at &lt;a href="http://redbottomedgirl.blogspot.com"&gt;http://redbottomedgirl.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;, I gotta say I&amp;#39;m pretty jealous....sigh....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One thing I AM really excited for, is that when Master Anakin and padme get the package I&amp;#39;ve sent, they might send a couple pics for my Blog! Woot! Smut for my readers! Lol, not to mention maybe even a special treat, just for me! *beams* This is one of my favorite things to do, make crafty lil toys for my kinky friends.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, it sounds like the crew will be here soon, so I gotta sign off, hugs ya&amp;#39;ll!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-4325635251029012144?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/4325635251029012144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/09/original-rump-shakers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/4325635251029012144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/4325635251029012144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/09/original-rump-shakers.html' title='The Original Rump Shakers'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-5057891536153708899</id><published>2010-09-01T07:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-01T07:18:32.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Howdy Neighbors! Long time no see!</title><content type='html'>Well well well! Lookee what the cat dragged in! Its been a loooooong while since I&amp;#39;ve checked in with all ya&amp;#39;ll! I&amp;#39;m sure I&amp;#39;m sounding a bit like a broken record here, but again, I was stuck deep in the bush, no service. But I&amp;#39;ve returned to civilization, and I&amp;#39;m feeling outta the loop! What&amp;#39;s everyone been up to?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Yesterday afternoon, I got home, and the first thing I did was finish up my package for padme and Master Anakin/Darth &amp;lt;--- &lt;a href="http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com"&gt;http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;, and I&amp;#39;m hoping I&amp;#39;ll be able to get to the greyhound station to send it off sometime this afternoon. The last package only took a day, and was very well received, so I&amp;#39;m hoping they&amp;#39;ll like this one too! There&amp;#39;s some pretty cool crafty toys included in this one, but no fancy cedar box, but there&amp;#39;s one item in this package I&amp;#39;m particularly proud of. I needed padme&amp;#39;s bra size in order to make it, and I&amp;#39;m really hoping she and Lord Vader are pleased and get a lot of use out of the contents. It made me so happy when they enjoyed the last package and I must say I consider them really good friends. Padme is one of my favorite bloggers, and I find her absolutely gorgeous. She&amp;#39;s expressed a keen interest in playing with me someday, and I must admit the feeling is more than mutual. If I ever get the opportunity to get to their area again in the future, I get VERY excited at the prospect of playing with her and meeting them.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Work has kind of dropped me off the face of the earth and I haven&amp;#39;t had the chance to chat with anyone here in a while either. So hopefully, now that I&amp;#39;m back, I&amp;#39;ll get to hear some exciting stories!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, I guess I should get to work, looking forward to hearing from you all!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-5057891536153708899?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/5057891536153708899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/09/howdy-neighbors-long-time-no-see.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/5057891536153708899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/5057891536153708899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/09/howdy-neighbors-long-time-no-see.html' title='Howdy Neighbors! Long time no see!'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-4359941246182580174</id><published>2010-08-25T09:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T09:03:23.332-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Cats were put into the world to disprove the dogma that all things were created to serve man." - Paul Gray</title><content type='html'>Ok folks. I&amp;#39;m a cat person. Dogs = meh. I don&amp;#39;t know if I hate dogs, but, in my opinion anything that smells bad most of the time, and requires constant training and care, makes a pet much more of a nuisance, rather than a companion. Perhaps its because I was bitten, on the ass, as a kid by an over zealous German Shepard, perhaps its because I&amp;#39;ve lived with cats my whole life, but whatever the reason, cats are my pet of choice.&lt;p&gt;Now, I&amp;#39;m not sure how many of you are cat owners, but the personality nuances a cat expresses, are amazing. They are aloof creatures, when you want their attention, and they cannot be more irritating when you want to be left alone. But it is for these very reasons that we are fascinated by them.&lt;p&gt;Cat fact #1 - computer keyboards are comfortable places to sleep, and/or walk. This is especially true when &amp;quot;manservant&amp;quot; is using said computer.&lt;p&gt;Cat fact #2 - when &amp;quot;manservant&amp;quot; is walking somewhere, the best place to be is directly in his path at all times, this is especially true in stairs.&lt;p&gt;Car fact #3 - when leisurely relaxing on &amp;quot;manservant&amp;#39;s&amp;quot; lap, it is perfectly acceptable to leap off at mach 5 million, with full claw traction deployment at the slightest noise.&lt;p&gt;Cat fact #4 - night time is too quiet. Loud meowing and wailing for no particular reason, is greatly apriciated by all residents.&lt;p&gt;Cat fact #5 - any time a can is being opened, it is always catfood. Your presence is required in the kitchen accompanied by noisy meowing and much fanfare. Even when the can is filled with something &amp;quot;manservant&amp;quot; does not believe to be catfood, it is your personal responsibility to make it known that all canned goods are, in fact, catfood.&lt;p&gt;Cat fact #6 - scratching enjoyment is directly proportional to the cost of whatever is being scratched.&lt;p&gt;Cat fact #7 - on the other side of a closed door, is where I want to be. If &amp;quot;manservant&amp;quot; wishes to go to bed, I must be in there with him, if he closes the door for privacy, just as he falls asleep is the best time to let him know you no longer wish to be in the room.&lt;p&gt;Cat fact #8 - when a bug is to high up on the wall to reach, weird chirping meows will gain its trust, and it will come lower so that you may catch and eat it.&lt;p&gt;Cat Fact #9 - &amp;quot;manservant&amp;#39;s&amp;quot; forehead is the perfect place to sit at 5am.&lt;p&gt;Cat fact #10 - a ratings system has been created for orders of importance, please adhear to all guidelines. Cat, food for cat, sleep for cat, attention for cat, all &amp;quot;manservants&amp;#39;s&amp;quot; needs come after.&lt;p&gt;Ahhh being a cat person sure is rewarding!&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-4359941246182580174?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/4359941246182580174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/08/cats-were-put-into-world-to-disprove.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/4359941246182580174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/4359941246182580174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/08/cats-were-put-into-world-to-disprove.html' title='&quot;Cats were put into the world to disprove the dogma that all things were created to serve man.&quot; - Paul Gray'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-9080440825981300008</id><published>2010-08-20T06:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T06:04:29.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Doctors orders</title><content type='html'>Well. Due to the fires burning in BC, nearly the entire province of Alberta is under an air quality warning. &amp;quot;anyone with a pre-existing respiratory health condition, such as asthma (which I have) is advised to stay indoors with windows closed. All other people are advised to avoid any strenuous activities outdoors.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I went to see my doctor last night and she told me with my asthma, and the smoke, and the fact that my job entails heavy physical labor outdoors, I am not to work until at least Monday.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I called dispatch and told them I&amp;#39;d work today, and see how it goes. If I find my breathing being affected, I&amp;#39;m going to have to stay home. Now, this means I&amp;#39;m not doing as I was told by my doctor.... I must say I&amp;#39;m relieved that I don&amp;#39;t have a Domme in my life, because I have a feeling that not following doctors orders would earn me a serious trip over her knee....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;As it stands, our job for this morning was shut down because it rained and the lease is too muddy to work on. They&amp;#39;re checking a different location to see if we can go there instead. If not, I&amp;#39;ll be going home. Fingers crossed!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-9080440825981300008?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/9080440825981300008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/08/doctors-orders.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/9080440825981300008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/9080440825981300008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/08/doctors-orders.html' title='Doctors orders'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-4492459362370284486</id><published>2010-08-19T08:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T08:38:25.254-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The fog scratched its hairy back across the highway as it passed beneath my wheels.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TG1B4ajjU2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0xO7_4s4fCQ/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA0MDctMjAxMDA4MTktMDgxMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-705255"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TG1B4ajjU2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0xO7_4s4fCQ/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA0MDctMjAxMDA4MTktMDgxMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-705255"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507130356800901986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I&amp;#39;m waiting for the warm sunshine to melt away the thickness surrounding me right now. We&amp;#39;re tucked way back into some grazing pasture, and the delicious tart odor of the dew and the melting fog is as lush as I&amp;#39;ve experienced. All I&amp;#39;m doing now is simply awaiting the call to arms...&lt;p&gt;Well, we&amp;#39;re all rigged in, the fog has melted away, and its all just a matter of waiting till I&amp;#39;m needed here...&lt;p&gt;Now I know its hard to tell from the picture, you all know how camera phones are as clarity goes *eye roll* but the sun is shining on beautiful rolling hills!&lt;p&gt;What&amp;#39;s everyone up to today? Any kinky plans? Anyone gonna get a spanking sometime soon? Love to hear bout it!&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-4492459362370284486?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/4492459362370284486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/08/fog-scratched-its-hairy-back-across.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/4492459362370284486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/4492459362370284486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/08/fog-scratched-its-hairy-back-across.html' title='The fog scratched its hairy back across the highway as it passed beneath my wheels.'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TG1B4ajjU2I/AAAAAAAAAH4/0xO7_4s4fCQ/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDA0MDctMjAxMDA4MTktMDgxMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-705255' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-10836894596318583</id><published>2010-08-18T10:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T10:24:21.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random...</title><content type='html'>So I haven&amp;#39;t posted in a while, and I figured I&amp;#39;d better do that. Not that I have much to say...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Got to play last night! Finally! Lil b met me at my hotel, we had a few drinks, and then headed to the room. She got a good beating, with multiple toys, and I couldn&amp;#39;t help but notice how soaked she was gettin! So, I started fingering her, and before I knew it, I had her squirting! This is quite possibly one of my favorite things ever. The best part was, she couldn&amp;#39;t stop it. I found just the right spot to rub, and her orgasm was simply pouring out of her uncontrollably! God, just thinking about it gets me hard! It was fucking hot!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;After about a half hour of her gushing all over my hand and subsequently soaking the bed, she decided she&amp;#39;d had enough, and it was starting to get late, so we cuddled for a bit, and I decided I&amp;#39;d have her get me off. I laid on my back, and she gave me a slow, and passionate hand job. It was amazing. I think one of the things that really makes me purr is when a woman is genuinely interested in watching me cum. A fascinated look of surprise and happiness as I orgasm is so fucking sexy. I really like the idea of a woman wanting to see me cum....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, I STILL have not had a chance to get to the greyhound to drop off the package for padme and Lord Vader. Sigh, I hope they don&amp;#39;t mind.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, looks like I&amp;#39;m gonna be startin work in a couple minutes. Ttyl!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-10836894596318583?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/10836894596318583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/08/random.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/10836894596318583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/10836894596318583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/08/random.html' title='Random...'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-7452585118406566772</id><published>2010-08-15T10:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T10:34:39.392-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The fine art of being sneaky and Canadianisms</title><content type='html'>If I was a bottom, I&amp;#39;d have been in for it today. My sleep deprived brain decided that instead of waking up on time, and showing up to work for a shop day about 30 min early as usual, that an hour late to work is an acceptable thing to do for a responsible adult.&lt;p&gt;I usually wake up between 6 and 6:30, hit Timmies (that&amp;#39;s Tim Hortons, for you non Canadians) for a double-double(again, that&amp;#39;s a coffee with 2 creams, 2 sugars for the non Canadians) and a dutchie(not sure if they have dutchies in other countries, its a nom nom donut with raisins in it). I then usually hit the road, and drive the 15 min it takes to get to the shop.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m usually there @ around 7 or 7:30, which gives me till 8 to enjoy my coffee, and get my shit together for work at 8.&lt;p&gt;Today however, I abused the &amp;#39;ol snooze button, and woke up at 8:30. Got up and had an internal battle. The devil on my shoulder yawned and said, &amp;quot;dude. Its sunday! There&amp;#39;s no jobs up, and you&amp;#39;re just gonna leave at lunch anyway! Stay in bed! Chillax! Have a personal mental health day!&amp;quot; I yawned and had a look at the angel... He slapped me upside the head and said &amp;quot;srsly? Get up ya lazy bastard! And get us some coffee! You took yesterday off! Get to work!&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;So I hit timmies and arrived at the shop an hour late.&lt;p&gt;Here&amp;#39;s the thing. I think my brain is pretty clever. *nods* if I slept in on a weekday, the shop would be hoppin with people, management would be hanging around and randomly crackin the whip. But today is Sunday.&lt;p&gt;I got here before all the managers because they usually don&amp;#39;t show up till 10 on Sundays, I came in and parked and in looking around I don&amp;#39;t think I coulda picked a better day to be late. If anyone asks, I can probably even tell em I was here at 8, and no one would even know the difference! So, my brain was at least clever enough to do this on a day where I could get away with it....&lt;p&gt;So in having a look over what I&amp;#39;ve written so far, I wonder, for those of you that read, are there any &amp;quot;Canadianisms&amp;quot; that you know about? How many of you actually know where Canada is? Do you know that in actual land mass, we&amp;#39;re the 2nd largest country in the world? Yup. The only country bigger than us in size is Russia. However, in population we&amp;#39;re not so big. Under 35 million people here! I remember reading a statistic as a teen that said, if all the people in Canada, were spread out across the country with an even distance between all of us, every person would get 1.6 kilometers around them to themselves(that&amp;#39;s 1 square mile each!)&lt;p&gt;As far as the &amp;quot;isms&amp;quot; go, I&amp;#39;ll tell ya some of the words and phrases we use regularly, and if you want, send a comment if you use them where you live or know what they are.&lt;p&gt;A Mickey - Def. A 12oz bottle of hard liquor &lt;p&gt;Poutine - Def. A delicious treat consisting of french fries, cheese, and gravy &lt;p&gt;Serviette - Def. A napkin &lt;p&gt;Hockey - Def. A fast paced sport played on ice while wearing skates. pronounced - Haw-key &lt;p&gt;Kraft Dinner - Def. Macaroni and cheese.&lt;p&gt;Butter Tart - Def. A delicious single serving pie, usually served at Christmas. Similar in flavor to a pecan pie without the pecans.&lt;p&gt;Naniamo Bar - Def. An UBER sweet baked good made from chocolate and white butter cream icing. Not my fave, but I know LOTS of people that are addicted.&lt;p&gt;Pop - Def. Soda, srsly? You guys call it &amp;quot;soda?&amp;quot; weeeeeird &lt;p&gt;Caesar - Def. No, not a salad. This is a delecious beverage invented in Calgary served on ice similar to a bloody Mary, vodka, tobasco sauce, worcestershire, and Clamato(tomato juice with clam juice added, trust me, its good.) served in a glass rimmed with celery salt and garnished with a celery stalk.&lt;p&gt;Rye - Def. Sometimes known as &amp;quot;Canadian whiskey&amp;quot; its made from rye wheat.&lt;p&gt;Screech - Def. A Jamaican dark rum served in Newfoundland. Too nasty for the rest of the country.&lt;p&gt;A Loonie - Def. 1 dollar coin&lt;p&gt;A Toonie - Def. 2 dollar coin &lt;p&gt;Pogey - Def. Unemployment benefits&lt;p&gt;Remembrance Day - Def. November 11th. Known as Veterans day in the US. We honor our fallen soldiers this day.&lt;p&gt;Toque - Def. a hat worn in the winter. Pronounced Too-k rhymes with kook.&lt;p&gt;Chesterfield -Def.  what old people call a couch or a sofa &lt;p&gt;Frog - Def. a derogatory term for the french&lt;p&gt;GST - Def. The evil &amp;quot;goods and services tax&amp;quot; its now at 5% in Alberta. Lots of other provinces (maybe all?) have the HST(harmonized sales tax) now instead. Its the GST + some other provincial tax.&lt;p&gt;Postal code - Def. Our version of a Zip code. 6 digits long and its always &amp;quot;letter number letter space number letter number&amp;quot; I.e. Santa&amp;#39;s postal code is H0H 0H0.&lt;p&gt;Shinney - Def. a pick up hockey game where people just show up and play.&lt;p&gt;Ski-doo - Def. A snowmobile. Or &amp;quot;snow machine&amp;quot; if you live on the east coast.&lt;p&gt;Stubby - Def. BRING IT BACK!!!! Its a short necked beer bottle no longer used. They still use it in Australia, and Jamaican red flag beer is served in it.&lt;p&gt;RRSP - Def. A tax sheltered retirement savings plan, similar to a 401k in the US &lt;p&gt;Well, that&amp;#39;s all I can think of now. Any other terms used by us Canucks you know? Any terms in your country you wanna share?&lt;p&gt;Chat with ya soon! ................. Eh! ;)&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-7452585118406566772?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/7452585118406566772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/08/fine-art-of-being-sneaky-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7452585118406566772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7452585118406566772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/08/fine-art-of-being-sneaky-and.html' title='The fine art of being sneaky and Canadianisms'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-4576677481595890073</id><published>2010-08-12T09:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T09:40:44.324-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"This one a long time have I watched. All his life has he looked away... to the future, to the horizon." - Yoda</title><content type='html'>Having been dubbed Obi-Wan by padme and her Master Anakin/Darth at &lt;a href="http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; I must send my congratulations and well wishes to Lord Vader. Today the dark leader of the Empire turns 45. Happy Birthday Sir! You&amp;#39;ll find no lack of faith here! I wonder what sort of fun surprises padme, and the young skywalkers have planned?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hope the next years of your life bring you the happiness the ones past have given you to enjoy today. Smile more, frown less, and enjoy the blessings and trappings you&amp;#39;ve earned.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;A man&amp;#39;s age is something impressive, it sums up his life:&amp;#160; maturity reached slowly and against many obstacles, illnesses cured, griefs and despairs overcome, and unconscious risks taken; maturity formed through so many desires, hopes, regrets, forgotten things, loves.&amp;#160; A man&amp;#39;s age represents a fine cargo of experiences and memories.&amp;quot; - Antoine de Saint-Exup&amp;#233;ry&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-4576677481595890073?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/4576677481595890073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-one-long-time-have-i-watched-all.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/4576677481595890073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/4576677481595890073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-one-long-time-have-i-watched-all.html' title='&quot;This one a long time have I watched. All his life has he looked away... to the future, to the horizon.&quot; - Yoda'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-4040447713901002764</id><published>2010-08-11T14:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T14:59:23.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Toys...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGMPLLw4aPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/bYx1QuCjWgI/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzUtMjAxMDA4MTEtMTQ0MS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-763904"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGMPLLw4aPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/bYx1QuCjWgI/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzUtMjAxMDA4MTEtMTQ0MS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-763904"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504259854387669234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGMPLcASGHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PidMlR3OX5M/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzYtMjAxMDA4MTEtMTQ0MS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-765374"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGMPLcASGHI/AAAAAAAAAHA/PidMlR3OX5M/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzYtMjAxMDA4MTEtMTQ0MS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-765374"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504259858747234418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGMPLsC2M7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/i-EJfa3E-9M/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzctMjAxMDA4MTEtMTQ0MS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-766505"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGMPLsC2M7I/AAAAAAAAAHI/i-EJfa3E-9M/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzctMjAxMDA4MTEtMTQ0MS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-766505"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504259863052956594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGMPMEztkqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/kNs6_4kYPv0/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzgtMjAxMDA4MTEtMTQ0Mi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-767720"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGMPMEztkqI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/kNs6_4kYPv0/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzgtMjAxMDA4MTEtMTQ0Mi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-767720"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504259869700362914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGMPMQW-z9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/YZ3YF5JeBNk/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzODAtMjAxMDA4MTEtMTQ0Mi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-768844"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGMPMQW-z9I/AAAAAAAAAHY/YZ3YF5JeBNk/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzODAtMjAxMDA4MTEtMTQ0Mi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-768844"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504259872801083346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGMPMrKqlSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mBsez2spnFU/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzODEtMjAxMDA4MTEtMTQ0Mi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-769939"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGMPMrKqlSI/AAAAAAAAAHg/mBsez2spnFU/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzODEtMjAxMDA4MTEtMTQ0Mi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-769939"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504259879997183266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGMPM7wZNNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/E_fl0nEkk3E/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzODItMjAxMDA4MTEtMTQ0My5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-771149"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGMPM7wZNNI/AAAAAAAAAHo/E_fl0nEkk3E/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzODItMjAxMDA4MTEtMTQ0My5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-771149"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504259884450395346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGMPNG828FI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7EU1K6svqIw/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzODgtMjAxMDA4MTEtMTQ0NS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-772462"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGMPNG828FI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7EU1K6svqIw/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzODgtMjAxMDA4MTEtMTQ0NS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-772462"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504259887455465554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So, I&amp;#39;ve made some new toys! I&amp;#39;d like to test them out. But my chances as far as personally testing them goes, are pretty slim. I&amp;#39;m thinking about sending some via Greyhound to Padme and Anakin, but I&amp;#39;m thinking if some readers are willing, I&amp;#39;d like to send some to get feedback from others too! You get to keep the toys, all I ask, is to have a few before and after pics emailed to me to go on the Blog. And if you&amp;#39;re up to it, I&amp;#39;d REALLY like to see a video of them in use, but if that&amp;#39;s not possible, its not mandatory or anything. Any takers?&lt;p&gt;All the black ones are made from various thicknesses of firm rubber, and the wooden &amp;quot;bathbrush&amp;quot; is a modified cleaning brush we use on our trucks. Its about two feet long in total, and I&amp;#39;ve removed the bristles.&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-4040447713901002764?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/4040447713901002764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-toys.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/4040447713901002764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/4040447713901002764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/08/new-toys.html' title='New Toys...'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGMPLLw4aPI/AAAAAAAAAG4/bYx1QuCjWgI/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAzNzUtMjAxMDA4MTEtMTQ0MS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-763904' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-8284024939795934264</id><published>2010-08-11T07:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T07:30:47.375-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"A vacation is having nothing to do and all day to do it in." - Robert Orben</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGKmB7uIprI/AAAAAAAAAGY/zZo_L3QfepU/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FUGljdHVyZSA0MjAuanBn%3F%3D-747376"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGKmB7uIprI/AAAAAAAAAGY/zZo_L3QfepU/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FUGljdHVyZSA0MjAuanBn%3F%3D-747376"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504144246741444274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGKmCJ67oBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Z5-Hz-JnI7s/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FUGljdHVyZSA0MjYuanBn%3F%3D-748533"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGKmCJ67oBI/AAAAAAAAAGg/Z5-Hz-JnI7s/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FUGljdHVyZSA0MjYuanBn%3F%3D-748533"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504144250553212946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGKmCjKHEDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/MTitQJC_7X0/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxMTgtMjAxMDA4MDMtMTE0OS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-750251"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGKmCjKHEDI/AAAAAAAAAGo/MTitQJC_7X0/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxMTgtMjAxMDA4MDMtMTE0OS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-750251"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504144257327763506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGKmC_GkEjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wkI3N4W-bwQ/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNDMtMjAxMDA4MDQtMTg0MC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-751359"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGKmC_GkEjI/AAAAAAAAAGw/wkI3N4W-bwQ/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAyNDMtMjAxMDA4MDQtMTg0MC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-751359"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504144264829080114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well, its been a while folks! Good to see you all again! I&amp;#39;m sure you&amp;#39;re all wondering, &amp;quot;where the heck have you been these past two weeks??&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve been on vacation, people! And not just any vacation. The most relaxing, chilled out, calming, life centering vacation known to man!&lt;p&gt;I left work on Thursday July 29th, and headed West. I left my laptop at home, and made a vow to myself, that I wouldn&amp;#39;t turn my phone on unless it was to take pictures, or an emergency.&lt;p&gt;I ended up in Tofino, on Saturday July 31st, and hopped aboard a water taxi. With a cooler full of water, beer, and food, a tent, and a crate full of camping gear, and landed on Vargas Island, about 45 minutes north of Tofino on my own private beach for a week. I had no communication to the outside world for the whole time. It was incredible!&lt;p&gt;I spent part of the week naked! Outside! Because in that whole week, the only person I saw was a guy who stopped off on my beach to grab driftwood for firewood for the winter! He actually lived on a different island nearby.&lt;p&gt;The only people I told where I was going was my roomies and my family, so if I wasn&amp;#39;t back when I said I would be, they could come find me. But I had no issues. My only costs were supplies, gas to and from, and the water taxi. The island is free to use, and even though there were other people on the island, they were too far away to reach me without a boat, or a half day hike through the forest.&lt;p&gt;I feel like a new person. I had such an incredible time. I learned about the tide, I saw the stars, felt the salty spray of the ocean, and just enjoyed my time alone to read, think about life, and chillax.&lt;p&gt;When I left, I spent one day in Parksville on my way home, visiting some family, and I got home on Monday night. I spent yesterday doing laundry, and getting my crap together for work today and just reflecting.&lt;p&gt;I missed you all, but, I needed this more than you could know. I have a whole new perspective on things. I&amp;#39;m actually thinking about finding a job somewhere in BC and moving out there! I learned that even though I may not enjoy my job, but its not my whole life. I can enjoy what I do have, and where I live, without thinking work is the only thing in my life.&lt;p&gt;I missed ya&amp;#39;ll a lot. What&amp;#39;s new?&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-8284024939795934264?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/8284024939795934264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/08/vacation-is-having-nothing-to-do-and.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8284024939795934264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8284024939795934264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/08/vacation-is-having-nothing-to-do-and.html' title='&quot;A vacation is having nothing to do and all day to do it in.&quot; - Robert Orben'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGKmB7uIprI/AAAAAAAAAGY/zZo_L3QfepU/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FUGljdHVyZSA0MjAuanBn%3F%3D-747376' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-8150722017729778001</id><published>2010-08-10T16:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T16:22:39.439-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Please leave a message after the beep.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGHRL8mjGEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hFaeuUE4w9M/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxMDYtMjAxMDA4MDItMjE0My5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-759440"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGHRL8mjGEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hFaeuUE4w9M/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxMDYtMjAxMDA4MDItMjE0My5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-759440"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5503910222800033858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well, we will soon return you to your regularly scheduled programming....and I will tell everyone where I&amp;#39;ve been, and what amazing things I&amp;#39;ve been up to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-8150722017729778001?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/8150722017729778001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/08/please-leave-message-after-beep.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8150722017729778001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8150722017729778001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/08/please-leave-message-after-beep.html' title='Please leave a message after the beep.....'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TGHRL8mjGEI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/hFaeuUE4w9M/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAxMDYtMjAxMDA4MDItMjE0My5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-759440' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-6228437882906227567</id><published>2010-07-29T08:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T08:19:18.764-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The greatest conference of all time.</title><content type='html'>Well I got a TON of comments from Celine over at &lt;a href="http://Redbottomedgirl.blogspot.com"&gt;Redbottomedgirl.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;, and I had to send her an email, lol, I would LOVE to do the conference she mentioned! OMG couldn&amp;#39;t you just imagine how fun that would be? Here&amp;#39;s the email.....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lmao! Wow! Thank you! As a self proclaimed comment whore, I was PUMPED when I got your multiple shots last night! I LOVE the idea of a worldwide spanko conference! That would be amazing! Let&amp;#39;s plan it! Lol, we could get all the major webmasters to have displays or workshops! Punished Brats, Dallas from Dallas spanks hard, the Real Spanking Networks, Calstar, Lupus Pictures, SIT Spankings, etc... Also offer the bloggers the chance to advertise or chat. Like Cherry Red Report, Bonnie over at My Bottom Smarts, Padme, Hermione, you.....etc ;) Maybe have vendor booths! Ask London Tanners etc...to sell wares!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;We&amp;#39;d have to hold it in a different place every year, to be fair...maybe have the first one in Vegas! Have a live stage show, take donations for Amber Pixie Wells &amp;quot;cause for paws,&amp;quot; see if we could convince the people at Fetlife, Spankolife, and ALT to join..... Lol. If I had the funds available to do it.....the planning and invites would already have started! Maybe choose a few writers to contribute they&amp;#39;re fave story each, to go in a volume of compiled stories every year! Or vote on the best 12 storys of the year and the get to be published in the book...call it the &amp;quot;Spankronomicon&amp;quot; LMAO!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Not sure what to call the conference tho..&amp;quot;Spankolympiad&amp;quot;? &amp;quot;Spankopalooza&amp;quot;? Lol...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hope to chat with you soon!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-6228437882906227567?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/6228437882906227567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/07/greatest-conference-of-all-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/6228437882906227567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/6228437882906227567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/07/greatest-conference-of-all-time.html' title='The greatest conference of all time.'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-8128653792860948655</id><published>2010-07-28T10:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T10:00:54.001-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Small towns, and boredom...</title><content type='html'>So, I&amp;#39;m currently enjoying a leisurely coffee and breakfast in a teeny tiny greasy spoon restaurant in Coronation, AB. Its actually kind of cool, black and white photos of the town in the early 1900&amp;#39;s, old vinyl 45s, and coke ads from eras past all adorn the walls of the quaint eatery. Its manned by a staff of 3, an older couple in (I&amp;#39;m guessing here) their late fifties, and one young waitress who cannot be any older than 19. While enjoying a plate of warm poached eggs, toast, bacon, and hash browns, with an orange slice as garnish (they still do that? Cool!) I was reading some of Able Jenkins Blog posts regarding his imagining a spanking situation in some of these unlikely locals and it got me thinking about this place...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The young server has a very demure, almost shy demeanor and I picture her being held accountable for even the smallest indiscretions, by the older restaurant managers.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;If you come in on the right day, at the right time, you&amp;#39;d be witness to the dressing down of the young lady, tears welling up in her eyes as she&amp;#39;s led to the kitchen to face the dreaded wooden spoon that has served the restaurant for decades. Her loud cries and apologies can be heard echoing throughout the tiny dining room as crack after stinging crack are firmly and lovingly applied to her bared bottom. After her she is told to wipe her tears, and continue her shift. The few customers in the restaurant give her sympathetic looks as the young, chastised waitress refills their coffees and cleans up the now finished breakfast dishes. Her bottom is still sore, and stinging, but she can&amp;#39;t help but notice that the size of the tips left, are always larger on days where the customers hear her over the knee kitchen ordeals....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hmmmm....yum!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-8128653792860948655?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/8128653792860948655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/07/small-towns-and-boredom.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8128653792860948655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8128653792860948655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/07/small-towns-and-boredom.html' title='Small towns, and boredom...'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-9001733937773153546</id><published>2010-07-27T08:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T08:19:05.402-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom." - Marcel Proust</title><content type='html'>Well. I want to thank you. Yes you. No, not that person behind you. You. Reader. I have gotten more comments on the last few posts, and I don&amp;#39;t know if its because I&amp;#39;m writing about things that speak to more people, or if you have a little more free time on your hands, but I want YOU, the wonderful readers of my little shadowy corner here, to know how much I apriciate you. Thank you. Not just to those that comment either. Lurkers are special too. I am a habitual lurker, because I read most of my Blog roll via RSS feed on my blackberry, and I cannot comment easily. So whatever reason you have for not commenting, I understand, and I want you to know I am happy you drop in to read what I have to say! All of you! Lurkers or not, you rock!&lt;p&gt;I spoke with little b, a bit yesterday. And she told me about the &amp;quot;predicament bondage&amp;quot; workshop she attended this past Friday. SO COOL! I love the idea of a submissive having to choose between the lesser of 2 evils! But in chatting with her, there is so much more to it than I realized! Imagine this situation.... You have a young woman on her back. Place a turned off hitachi directly on that special spot that is guaranteed to garner a serious reaction when turned on. Now, have her close her legs around this device, whilst placing a raw egg between her knees. Have her lay in a position, with her knees off the bed, so if her legs come apart, the egg will drop on the floor. If the egg drops, or gets crushed between her knees, the scene is over. No ifs ands or buts, the hitachi would be turned off, whether orgasm is reached or not. Now comes the fun part....turn on the hitachi. Tug and play and suck on nipples, suck, lick, nibble ear lobes and neck, whisper, pull hair, etc... While manipulating setting on hitachi. Remember, in order to not drop the egg, or crush it between her knees, she has to make a conscious effort to control the pressure she puts on it! Fun right?!! I was amazed at the sadistic ideas that came to mind after hearing about this!&lt;p&gt;Recently, little b and I purchased ourselves a couple of those electric fly swatters from walmart. Now these are a fun toy as is, however, being a crafty lil sadist, I figured out how to modify them so they no longer have a great big swatter end, just two little contact points sticking out of the handle! So essentially it has become a micro-tazerlike shocking device! Imagine the possibilities!&lt;p&gt;Aaaanyway, I gotta get back to work. I hope you have a good day everyone!&lt;p&gt;Jesse.&lt;p&gt;P.s. If you would like info on modifying the zapper, let me know! You can comment here, or send me an email to &lt;a href="mailto:louisfriend@live.com"&gt;louisfriend@live.com&lt;/a&gt;, or @friendlouis on twitter. Also I have a couple more &amp;quot;predicament bondage&amp;quot; ideas that little b told me about, and I&amp;#39;d love to share em if you want! &amp;quot;mwahaha!&amp;quot; &amp;lt;----*sadistic giggle*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-9001733937773153546?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/9001733937773153546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/07/let-us-be-grateful-to-people-who-make_27.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/9001733937773153546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/9001733937773153546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/07/let-us-be-grateful-to-people-who-make_27.html' title='&quot;Let us be grateful to people who make us happy; they are the charming gardeners who make our souls blossom.&quot; - Marcel Proust'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-7358832162446562842</id><published>2010-07-26T11:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T11:19:59.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration?</title><content type='html'>So, I was thinking about something while listening to episode 7 of &amp;quot;spanking cast.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;There are a few well known people in the world wide spanking community that I either follow on twitter, or consistently read their blogs. *gratuitous name drop to follow ;)* &lt;p&gt;Adel Haze, Able, Amber Pixie Wells, Pandora Blake, Richard Windsor, etc...&lt;p&gt;Ever since I&amp;#39;ve discovered these people, and their special little spots on the web, I&amp;#39;ve always dreamed of meeting them in person. And recently, I&amp;#39;ve realized that this may be one dream that doesn&amp;#39;t come true. :(&lt;p&gt;One reason is because they don&amp;#39;t know me. Lol, I have a feeling that if some stranger&amp;#39;s email message appeared in one of their inboxes exclaiming his love for their writing or movies, and then asking if they&amp;#39;d like to grab a drink or something, the ol&amp;#39; mouse pointer would hit that delete button pretty swiftly.&lt;p&gt;One of the other reasons, and this is the big one, nearly all of these epic members of the spanking community, tend to reside THOUSANDS of kilometers away. Some of them across the ocean. :( I just don&amp;#39;t see myself getting the opportunity to take a trip to Europe or the northeastern United States. And although I often fantasize about what kind of naughty and exciting things would happen, I invariably end up saying to myself, &amp;quot;keep dreaming, sucker.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Is this the sign of a good spanking writer? That you can imagine what it would be like if you were to actually have the chance to either have them over your knee, or to be bare bottomed over theirs, simply from reading what they write?&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve actually seen that Amber Pixie Wells is offering private sessions as a bottom! Sigh, it seems also, that there aren&amp;#39;t any of these epic writers in Alberta. Not to knock the AMAZING people I&amp;#39;ve met and played with here, but its odd, these people are almost like celebrities to me....those people you admire, but know you&amp;#39;ll never get the chance to meet.&lt;p&gt;This list always seems to be growing for me. I am constantly finding new and wonderful blogs that I read, that seem to speak to me. *more gratuitous name dropping..* &lt;p&gt;Like, celine at &lt;a href="http://Redbottomedgirl.blogspot.com"&gt;Redbottomedgirl.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;, padme at &lt;a href="http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com"&gt;darkside-journey.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://spankedprincess.blogspot.com"&gt;spankedprincess.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;p&gt;Who are your &amp;quot;dreamy fantasy partners&amp;quot; that you wish you could meet?&lt;p&gt;Jesse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-7358832162446562842?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/7358832162446562842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/07/frustration.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7358832162446562842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7358832162446562842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/07/frustration.html' title='Frustration?'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-5083614361983007560</id><published>2010-07-25T07:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-25T07:41:08.782-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Forcing it...</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TEw-9OS5OII/AAAAAAAAAFg/EIPc10pVbn0/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FQWx5c29uX0hhbm5pZ2FuX2luX0J1ZmZ5X3RoZV9WYW1waXJlX1NsYXllcl9UVl9TZXJpZXNfV2FsbHBhcGVyXzE4XzgwMC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-768783"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TEw-9OS5OII/AAAAAAAAAFg/EIPc10pVbn0/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FQWx5c29uX0hhbm5pZ2FuX2luX0J1ZmZ5X3RoZV9WYW1waXJlX1NsYXllcl9UVl9TZXJpZXNfV2FsbHBhcGVyXzE4XzgwMC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-768783"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497838466642819202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TEw-9sK7aqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/43nh6IYOiLE/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FRW1tYSAtIEdsZWUuanBn%3F%3D-770074"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TEw-9sK7aqI/AAAAAAAAAFo/43nh6IYOiLE/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FRW1tYSAtIEdsZWUuanBn%3F%3D-770074"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497838474662472354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TEw-9wF-64I/AAAAAAAAAFw/IQ2sNmw2YI4/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcmFjaGVsLWJlcnJ5LWdsZWUuanBn%3F%3D-771520"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TEw-9wF-64I/AAAAAAAAAFw/IQ2sNmw2YI4/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FcmFjaGVsLWJlcnJ5LWdsZWUuanBn%3F%3D-771520"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497838475715472258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TEw--Sp4MsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bgEJRIGMpwY/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FUXVpbm4gLSBHbGVlLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-772955"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TEw--Sp4MsI/AAAAAAAAAF4/bgEJRIGMpwY/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FUXVpbm4gLSBHbGVlLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-772955"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497838484992832194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TEw--XKZcyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nSDFpsRiX8I/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FY2FsaSAtIGdyZXlzLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-773878"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TEw--XKZcyI/AAAAAAAAAGA/nSDFpsRiX8I/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FY2FsaSAtIGdyZXlzLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-773878"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497838486202970914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TEw--szUPfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/36FUoJv4ARw/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbGV4aWUgZ3JleSAtIGdyZXlzLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-774785"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TEw--szUPfI/AAAAAAAAAGI/36FUoJv4ARw/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbGV4aWUgZ3JleSAtIGdyZXlzLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-774785"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497838492011740658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I has bloggers block. :( &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyone here have any good ways to get the &amp;#39;ol creative, fun, blogging juices flowing?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*looks around at all the raised hands*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyone have ideas that DON&amp;#39;T involve giving or receiving a spanking, or sexual escapades?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*notes the now empty air that was occupied by hands a short time ago* &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;That&amp;#39;s what I thought. When I&amp;#39;m working, instead of spending time with a brat over my knee, it seems my fun spanking themed Blog turns into a Blog where I discuss more mundane and boring everyday things.. :(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In an attempt to try and keep the hot bottomed theme, I has a question! Of TV shows and movies you all watch, which characters do you think need to spend some time having they&amp;#39;re bare bottoms warmed? Or, if you are the one laying over the lap, any characters you&amp;#39;d like to be giving you the warming? The pics up there, are the ones I would LOVE to give a lickin to!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Mmm Alyson Hannigan in Buffy! A naughty little witch!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Emma, Rachel, and Quinn from GLEE (one of my FAVORITE shows!)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And finally Cali and &amp;quot;little Grey&amp;quot; from Greys Anatomy &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Being a comment whore *nods*, I hope to see your faves!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jesse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-5083614361983007560?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/5083614361983007560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/07/forcing-it.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/5083614361983007560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/5083614361983007560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/07/forcing-it.html' title='Forcing it...'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TEw-9OS5OII/AAAAAAAAAFg/EIPc10pVbn0/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FQWx5c29uX0hhbm5pZ2FuX2luX0J1ZmZ5X3RoZV9WYW1waXJlX1NsYXllcl9UVl9TZXJpZXNfV2FsbHBhcGVyXzE4XzgwMC5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-768783' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-9108120870843482555</id><published>2010-07-22T06:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T06:04:58.937-06:00</updated><title type='text'>*YAAAAAWN*</title><content type='html'>Good morning world....from the bustling teeny tiny &amp;quot;Speedy Creek.&amp;quot; (Swift Current, Saskatchewan)&lt;p&gt;Wow, am I ever tired today! Perhaps I should not have stayed up so late on the phone with &amp;quot;girl&amp;quot;.....&lt;p&gt;Not much to say this morning, maybe when my eyes aren&amp;#39;t threatening to close on me every couple seconds I&amp;#39;ll write some more.....&lt;p&gt;*YAAAAAAAAAAAWN*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-9108120870843482555?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/9108120870843482555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/07/yaaaaawn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/9108120870843482555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/9108120870843482555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/07/yaaaaawn.html' title='*YAAAAAWN*'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-7026045562584132095</id><published>2010-07-21T07:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T07:21:08.337-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm baaaaaaaaack!</title><content type='html'>WHEEEEEEW! What a stint in the bush! I was working up in Conklin, AB for the past week, and I have service again, now that I&amp;#39;m on the road back to Red Deer!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I missed chatting with everyone, and seeing all your tweets and Blog updates!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Being a &amp;quot;Blog comment whore&amp;quot; I must send my thanks to Celine, &lt;a href="http://Redbottomedgirl.blogspot.com"&gt;Redbottomedgirl.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. She is a much better comment giver than I am. Lol &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;It looks like my friend &amp;quot;girl&amp;quot; will be stepping away from the discipline lifestyle. For how long? Who knows. :( This makes me quite sad, she really seemed like her interest in spanking and discipline matched up with mine really well. But I understand her need to take a step back and reevaluate what she needs and wants, and I commend her for her courage and will power to do what she needs to find happiness.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;C and little b seem like they are having a TON of fun exploring together, and I am REALLY jealous of his ability to give her some lasting marks! Little b posted a pic of her bottom on her Blog (&lt;a href="http://briarsthoughts.blogspot.com"&gt;http://briarsthoughts.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;) and wowee zowee! Nice work!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, I hope to get the chance to Blog a little more frequently, now that I&amp;#39;m on my way back to civilization!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your pal &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Jesse&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-7026045562584132095?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/7026045562584132095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-baaaaaaaaack.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7026045562584132095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7026045562584132095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/07/im-baaaaaaaaack.html' title='I&apos;m baaaaaaaaack!'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-2666456511846271995</id><published>2010-07-11T08:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T08:44:50.699-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's with the lack of smut? Geez, this is supposed to be a SPANKING Blog! Wtf?</title><content type='html'>I am rather upset about this little development. It would seem my &amp;quot;spanking Blog&amp;quot; has become a &amp;quot;mundane everyday life Blog.&amp;quot; perhaps my lack of spanking excitement in life right now is to blame...lol &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m glad its only been a few days since I&amp;#39;ve blogged, instead of an extended hiatus. So, Lord Vader and padme are making their way to my neck of the woods today, according to padme&amp;#39;s twitter update, they stayed in Golden, BC last night. That is a BEAUTIFUL little mountain town in the Rocky Mountains, smack dab in the middle of the Roger&amp;#39;s Pass. That means that they&amp;#39;re about a 4 or 5 hour drive from Calgary! I have not heard from them to know whether or not they will have the chance to meet up with me while they&amp;#39;re out here. Perhaps I&amp;#39;ll send her a text or give her a call sometime in the next little while.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ve just found out I&amp;#39;m headed out to Edson today. *heavy sigh* at least I&amp;#39;ll be home tonight.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;One of my rules is never explain. A writer is a lot like a magician, if you explain how the trick works then a lot of the magic turns mundane.&amp;quot; - Laurell K. Hamilton&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-2666456511846271995?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/2666456511846271995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-with-lack-of-smut-geez-this-is.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/2666456511846271995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/2666456511846271995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/07/whats-with-lack-of-smut-geez-this-is.html' title='What&apos;s with the lack of smut? Geez, this is supposed to be a SPANKING Blog! Wtf?'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-5611832084592395088</id><published>2010-07-06T13:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T13:35:47.758-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Life is meaningless only if we allow it to be. Each of us has the power to give life meaning, to make our time and our bodies and our words into instruments of love and hope." - Tom Head</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TDOFk-VsFAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/96ZSxUx5S6I/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbGlmZXF1b3RlMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-747758"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TDOFk-VsFAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/96ZSxUx5S6I/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbGlmZXF1b3RlMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-747758"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490879240950518786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So, I&amp;#39;ve been following padme&amp;#39;s Blog &lt;a href="http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; and twitter feed for the past few days, and I really hope they enjoy their trip and my province treats them well. I am reeeealy hoping that sometime while they&amp;#39;re out, I can come and see them! I&amp;#39;m not sure how it will work, because they will have Luke and Leia with them, but hopefully, if they have a sitter or family to watch the little Jedi younglings, and I can treat Lord Vader and little padme to some drinks on Whyte Ave! I&amp;#39;m considering making another care package for them, to bring back to the sunny west coast...not sure what to put in it yet, but I have 4 new 2&amp;#39; lengths of lexan, a half finished red oak paddle, and I&amp;#39;ve been itching to get to UFA again....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;One of those lengths of lexan I&amp;#39;m thinking of giving to &amp;quot;girl,&amp;quot; another, if I EVER get an email addy or some contact info, to Celine (&lt;a href="http://redbottomedgirl.blogspot.com"&gt;http://redbottomedgirl.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;) she expressed some interest, and I&amp;#39;d be happy to part with one!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, I&amp;#39;m off to work, gotta finish up this job, then, most likely back to the Deer.... &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Happy smacking peeps!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-5611832084592395088?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/5611832084592395088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-is-meaningless-only-if-we-allow-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/5611832084592395088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/5611832084592395088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/07/life-is-meaningless-only-if-we-allow-it.html' title='&quot;Life is meaningless only if we allow it to be. Each of us has the power to give life meaning, to make our time and our bodies and our words into instruments of love and hope.&quot; - Tom Head'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/TDOFk-VsFAI/AAAAAAAAAFY/96ZSxUx5S6I/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbGlmZXF1b3RlMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-747758' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-5019236449665395985</id><published>2010-07-05T16:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T16:36:17.231-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New awesome Blogs are awesome!</title><content type='html'>I love discovering new blogs! Every once in a while, you find one that, for some reason, piques your interest. &amp;quot;hmmmmm!&amp;quot; you say, &amp;quot;what have we here?&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I found one yesterday. This girl is srsly wicked. Not only did she roll over to my Blog and toss comments out like beads at mardi gras, *ego stroked quite thoroughly now*, but she also is bloody friggin hilarious! *note to self - do not read Celine&amp;#39;s Blog with beverage in mouth.*&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Her telling of her roommate&amp;#39;s antics had me in stitches! &amp;quot;June AKA paddle your stupid roommate month&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Find her here --&amp;gt; &lt;a href="http://redbottomedgirl.blogspot.com"&gt;http://redbottomedgirl.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I wonder where she&amp;#39;s from? Perhaps, if she&amp;#39;s near.......*eyes dusty wooden spoon, neglected belt, and lonely hairbrush* &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I had a couple questions from her on the &amp;quot;question meme&amp;quot; post &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;1. Hint --&amp;gt; it involves my tongue.....;) *villainous and sinister grin* &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;2. It wasn&amp;#39;t a matter of &amp;quot;had to,&amp;quot; it was an urge to confess...lol I may have a couple other reeeealy bad ones in that collection...*cough* All Saints *cough cough* &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*clarification*&lt;br&gt;The pizza guy did not SEE my pronz. Only heard. And yes, it did sound like a teary eyed girl was being &amp;quot;straightened out&amp;quot; in my bedroom! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-5019236449665395985?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/5019236449665395985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-awesome-blogs-are-awesome.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/5019236449665395985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/5019236449665395985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-awesome-blogs-are-awesome.html' title='New awesome Blogs are awesome!'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-8026030315031426326</id><published>2010-07-05T00:42:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-05T00:42:10.025-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn from my fail...</title><content type='html'>Step 1 : realize room mates aren&amp;#39;t home, and smile.&lt;br&gt;Step 2 : order pizza &lt;br&gt;Step 3 : begin to watch spanking pronz, masturbate, and generally enjoy the freedom to turn the volume up &lt;br&gt;Step 4: scramble to put on pants that hide hard on, grab cash, and run to answer pizza guy at door.&lt;br&gt;Step 5 : realize, AFTER you&amp;#39;ve let pizza delivery guy in door, that spanking pronz still playing in bedroom....with volume still up *facepalm* &lt;br&gt;Step 6 : pay pizza guy quick and nearly push him out door &lt;br&gt;Step 7 : decide with full belly, and &amp;quot;relieved&amp;quot; that a soak in a bath would be great for sore muscles &lt;br&gt;Step 8 : say &amp;quot;screw it&amp;quot; and leave bathroom door open durring scalding bath &lt;br&gt;Step 9 : allow room mate&amp;#39;s cat to sit on edge of tub because its &amp;quot;adorable&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;Step 10 : hear door slam and scramble to shut bathroom door while neglecting to remember ball of fur, teeth, and claws is languidly enjoying your company on the teeny tiny and wet and slippery minuscule edge of bathtub &lt;br&gt;Step 11 : note ensuing chaos as cat panics and falls in bathtub with naked chubby guy.&lt;br&gt;Step 12 : try to see who can escape the bathtub first, naked vulnerable guy, or soaking and panicking mass of claws.&lt;br&gt;Step 13 : write blot post.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Repeat as necessary &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-8026030315031426326?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/8026030315031426326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/07/learn-from-my-fail.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8026030315031426326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8026030315031426326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/07/learn-from-my-fail.html' title='Learn from my fail...'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-5293357983707274852</id><published>2010-07-04T11:00:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T11:00:36.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I must be sick...or something</title><content type='html'>Lol, holy crap! Two posts yesterday, and another today? Damn! I feel like a &amp;quot;real&amp;quot; blogger! Again, sorry to anyone who actually reads this little dark corner of the intewebs, I feel bad that I don&amp;#39;t update as often as I should. Thank you for the continued support to those who put up with my frequent silence.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, first, thank you to Hermione (&lt;a href="http://hermionesheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://hermionesheart.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) for the meme comment. I don&amp;#39;t usually do them, and this one gave me a few laughs because 1. It reminded me of those reeeeealy old school ones I used to get via email, and 2. Because a lot of kaya&amp;#39;s (&lt;a href="http://underhishand.com"&gt;http://underhishand.com&lt;/a&gt;)  answers had me nearly spitting coffee on my keyboard due to her sarcastic humor! I *heart* kaya.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I absolutely cannot wait until the 15th! I get paid, and I will be FINNALY able to purchase my ticket for the Sonic Boom Festival (&lt;a href="http://www.sonicboomfestival.com/"&gt;http://www.sonicboomfestival.com/&lt;/a&gt;) in The City of Champions! BOO-YEAH!! This years line up is abso-fucking-lutely incredible! Featuring: &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Weezer &lt;br&gt;Bad Religion&lt;br&gt;Rise Against &lt;br&gt;City in Color &lt;br&gt;Tokyo Police Club &lt;br&gt;Wintersleep &lt;br&gt;The Arkells &lt;br&gt;Mother Mother &lt;br&gt;KO&lt;br&gt;and,&lt;br&gt;The Dirty Heads.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The concert goes on Saturday, September 4th, and tickets are $69.50 + service charges, and (I hope these are still available) $129.50 + service charges for the VIP tickets!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;*SQUEEEE!!!* I&amp;#39;ve been waiting for like 13 years to see Weezer, and I ADORE a bunch of those bands! Can&amp;#39;t wait!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hmmm, I&amp;#39;ve been trying to think of some way to include some smut up in here, be it pics or a story or a video link... But nothing has caught my interest as of late. My fave masturbateory material can be found here ---&amp;gt; &lt;a href="http://www.spankingtube.com"&gt;www.spankingtube.com&lt;/a&gt;  and I hope someday to be able to upload my own movies there someday!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Which leads me to a question, I may have asked this before, but I didn&amp;#39;t get any responses, so, maybe I&amp;#39;ll get some this time..&lt;br&gt;What are your fave types of media to get off with? Do you just use your imagination? Videos? Pics? Stories? Any particular fave that comes to mind?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, Ta ta for now!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-5293357983707274852?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/5293357983707274852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-must-be-sickor-something.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/5293357983707274852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/5293357983707274852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-must-be-sickor-something.html' title='I must be sick...or something'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-8811999876234618565</id><published>2010-07-03T22:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T22:32:23.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The questions meme...</title><content type='html'>1. What is your first name?&lt;br&gt;Jesse&lt;p&gt;2. Were you named after anyone?&lt;br&gt;I wish...boring ol&amp;#39; name. &lt;p&gt;3. Do you wish on stars?&lt;br&gt;Sometimes....more so on pennies and birthday candles tho...&lt;p&gt;4. When did you last cry?&lt;br&gt;A few days ago..&lt;p&gt;5. Do you like your handwriting?&lt;br&gt;*chokes* bwahahaha! Cereal? I have, quite possibly the WORST penmanship. Ever. Cereal.&lt;p&gt;6. What is your favorite lunch meat?&lt;br&gt;Mmmmm, Montreal smoked meat!! &lt;p&gt;7. What is your most embarrassing CD?&lt;br&gt;Ohhh no...that goes to the grave....&lt;p&gt;What do you mean I HAVE to answer?&lt;p&gt;Sigh.....&lt;p&gt;Fine.&lt;p&gt;I guess it would be Meredith Brooks, &amp;quot;blurring the edges&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;What?&lt;p&gt;That song &amp;quot;Bitch&amp;quot; was ok.....right?&lt;p&gt;Oh who am I kidding? It was shite.&lt;p&gt;&lt;br&gt;8. If you were another person, would you be friends with you?&lt;br&gt;Fuck yes! And we&amp;#39;d party day and night!&lt;p&gt;9. Do you have a journal?&lt;br&gt;Ummm no...&lt;p&gt;10. Do you use sarcasm a lot?&lt;br&gt;PfffffF,  child please. Never. *eye roll*&lt;p&gt;11. What are your nicknames?&lt;br&gt;J, sometimes Sir..... ;)&lt;p&gt;12. Would you bungee jump?&lt;br&gt;Fuck yes.&lt;p&gt;13. Do you untie your shoes before you take them off?&lt;br&gt;HELL NO! I rock skate shoes! We prefer to work at wrecking our shoes every time we put those bad boys on! &lt;p&gt;14. Do you think that you are strong?&lt;br&gt;I like to think so, but I&amp;#39;m really just a kitten...&lt;p&gt;15. What is your favorite ice cream flavor?&lt;br&gt;Mmmmm root beer....&lt;p&gt;16. Shoe size?&lt;br&gt;10.5&lt;p&gt;17. Red or pink?&lt;br&gt;Red, and sore and stinging! ;)&lt;p&gt;18. What is your least favorite thing about yourself?&lt;br&gt;My lack of confidence in my own abilities.&lt;p&gt;19. What do you miss most?&lt;br&gt;The lack of worries when I was young.&lt;p&gt;20. Do you want everyone you send this to, to send it back?&lt;br&gt;Not sending it anywhere, but it would be cool to get comments! &lt;p&gt;21. What color pants/shoes are you wearing?&lt;br&gt;black shorts, barefoot&lt;p&gt;22. What are you listening to right now?&lt;br&gt;The delicious and wonderful sounds of the revenge of the sith! &lt;p&gt;23. Last thing you ate?&lt;br&gt;Banana split...mmmm healthfood...&lt;p&gt;24. If you were a crayon, what color would you be?&lt;br&gt;The broken one.....:( emo answer is emo....&lt;p&gt;25. What is the weather like right now?&lt;br&gt;Not a cloud in the sky, sun is setting...*basks in the summerness*&lt;p&gt;26. Last person you talked to on the phone?&lt;br&gt;Dispatch...sigh...I can haz friends nao?&lt;p&gt;27. The first thing you notice about the opposite sex?&lt;br&gt;Whether or not I can carry on a conversation with them. Then eyes, hair....everything after that is pretty irrelevant to me...&lt;p&gt;28. Do you like the person who sent this to you?&lt;br&gt;No sending. I went forth and gathered. (thank you for the fine answer kaya)&lt;p&gt;29. Favorite drink?&lt;br&gt;Corona with lime, red wine, coffee.....&lt;p&gt;30. Favorite sport?&lt;br&gt;Oh god, seriously? I live in The Great White North eh! NHL hockey of freakin course! GO OILERS GO! Ya hosers!&lt;p&gt;31. Hair color?&lt;br&gt;Rat grey. Otherwise known as &amp;quot;dirty blond&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;32. Eye color?&lt;br&gt;Blue-green. Or green-blue. Depending on mood...&lt;p&gt;33. Do you wear contacts?&lt;br&gt;Nope! 20/20 baby! Only one in my family!&lt;p&gt;34. Favorite food?&lt;br&gt;Bacon. All other answers to this question are wrong.&lt;p&gt;35. Last movie you watched?&lt;br&gt;Other than Star Wars which is on now? Ummm the hangover.&lt;p&gt;36. Favorite day of the year?&lt;br&gt;Halloween!.....................BOO!&lt;p&gt;37. Scary movies or happy endings?&lt;br&gt;hmmm a little from column A and a little from column B please...&lt;p&gt;38. Winter or summer?&lt;br&gt;I *heart* summer&lt;p&gt;39. Hugs or kisses?&lt;br&gt;Long, deep, slow, wet kisses that last two days.&lt;p&gt;40. What is your favorite dessert?&lt;br&gt;Tiramisu oh god I&amp;#39;m getting a hard on just thinking about it. &lt;p&gt;41. Who is most likely to do this meme?&lt;br&gt;Somebody who is as bored as I am.(once again, excellent answer kaya)&lt;p&gt;42. Who is the least likely to do this meme and comment?&lt;br&gt;Anyone who thinks memes are lame.&lt;p&gt;43. What books are you reading?&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;The Girl Who Played With Fire&amp;quot; by Stieg Larsson&lt;p&gt;44. What&amp;#39;s on your mouse pad?&lt;br&gt;Since when do mice need feminine hygiene products? Get a laptop and a blackberry people!&lt;p&gt;45. What did you watch on TV last night?&lt;br&gt;I didn&amp;#39;t. I fell asleep right after I ate.&lt;p&gt;46. Favorite smells?&lt;br&gt;Campfire. Or the forest.&lt;p&gt;47. Favorite sound?&lt;br&gt;A woman having an orgasm.&lt;p&gt;48. Rolling Stones or Beatles?&lt;br&gt;The Beatles. &lt;p&gt;49. What&amp;#39;s the furthest you&amp;#39;ve been from your home?&lt;br&gt;A few thousand kms...&lt;p&gt;50. Do you have a special talent?&lt;br&gt;That&amp;#39;s for me to know, and for you to find out.&lt;p&gt;51. What is your ring tone?&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;The End Of Heartache&amp;quot; by Killswitch Engage.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-8811999876234618565?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/8811999876234618565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/07/questions-meme.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8811999876234618565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8811999876234618565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/07/questions-meme.html' title='The questions meme...'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-566926590585300643</id><published>2010-07-03T13:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T13:02:26.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Seems harder and harder to just sit back and enjoy the finer things in life"</title><content type='html'>Well, after another looooong hiatus, here&amp;#39;s a post for ya!&lt;p&gt;Some new developments in my life have prompted me to write. I&amp;#39;ve met a wonderful young woman with very similar interests in domestic discipline and spanking. Let&amp;#39;s call her &amp;quot;girl&amp;quot;... We met a while ago online, and recently, we&amp;#39;ve become fast friends. I had the opportunity to meet with her in person, and give her a punishment spanking, then once more for a more casual dinner and some play. I like her a lot, and if things work out, I can see becoming more involved in her desires to be held accountable for her transgressions.&lt;p&gt;On a bit of a side note, I&amp;#39;ve discussed the dangers of texting and driving with her, and its understood that I will spank her for it, however, I myself have been known to do that very thing, and since our discussion, I have refrained from it. Because I have done it before tho, we&amp;#39;re both in agreement that if the opportunity should arise, I may end up facing the consequences as well...*gulp* &lt;p&gt;We had an interesting conversation about whether or not I&amp;#39;d agree to being punished by another guy. I&amp;#39;ve never really even considered this, and I found the idea to be intriguing as long as she was involved and there was no sexual undertones to the punishment. I&amp;#39;ve realized that I&amp;#39;ve become a lot more open to playing with same sex partners, with the caveat that a woman is somehow involved. Be it MM/f or M/mf or even F/fm. She also agreed that if I were to be punished, she would enjoy witnessing it!&lt;p&gt;If girl does end up agreeing to being held accountable by me, I am quite certain that she&amp;#39;ll not only discover that I won&amp;#39;t take it easy on her, but also that I would be quite fair. Let&amp;#39;s just say if she needs it, she will have difficulty sitting still after, but she wouldn&amp;#39;t be punished for useless or trivial things.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m also quite excited for little &amp;quot;b&amp;quot;! She&amp;#39;s found a new play partner and it sounds like things are going swimmingly! I hope to continue to receive updates from her regarding all the naughty details!! ;)&lt;p&gt;Well I guess that&amp;#39;s it. Hmmm no promises, but I hope this tendency to Blog as unfrequently as I have been, ends soon. Sometimes I guess I just need some motivation!&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-566926590585300643?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/566926590585300643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/07/seems-harder-and-harder-to-just-sit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/566926590585300643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/566926590585300643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/07/seems-harder-and-harder-to-just-sit.html' title='&quot;Seems harder and harder to just sit back and enjoy the finer things in life&quot;'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-597930002482475063</id><published>2010-06-10T08:04:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T08:04:41.514-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Day After</title><content type='html'>Well, it was shaping up to be a pretty quiet birthday, but I ended up getting a call from a buddy, and we went out for some &amp;quot;barley soup&amp;quot; and watched the Chicago Blackhawks win the Stanley Cup! I&amp;#39;m glad that Philly didn&amp;#39;t win it, and even though they weren&amp;#39;t the team I was rooting for at the beginning, I was glad to see them FINALLY end their 49 year cup drought.&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m still working on the St. Mary Magdalene site, but its started! I am hoping to start receiving applications for enrollment soon, I may end up actually designing an application! &lt;a href="http://stmarysschoolforgirls.blogspot.com"&gt;http://stmarysschoolforgirls.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;. Also if you want, there&amp;#39;s an email address for the page &lt;a href="mailto:St.MarysAcademy@hotmail.ca"&gt;St.MarysAcademy@hotmail.ca&lt;/a&gt;. And a twitter feed. @Schoolforgirls.&lt;p&gt;The page is still kinda in construction, but I hope to get some work done on it over the next couple weeks!&lt;p&gt;You&amp;#39;re friend &lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-597930002482475063?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/597930002482475063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-after.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/597930002482475063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/597930002482475063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/06/day-after.html' title='The Day After'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-5186398219182349528</id><published>2010-06-09T11:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T11:21:04.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't wanna....</title><content type='html'>Well...I was considering not posting today, but in the spirit of being honest with both you guys, and myself, I have to announce that today, *heavy sigh*, is my thirtieth birthday. I didn&amp;#39;t want to acknowledge it, but unfortunately it has crept up on me. With the first 30 years of my life in the record books, I&amp;#39;m feeling like I have not accomplished much. I had pretty big dreams as a teen, and as much as I didn&amp;#39;t want to admit it, I really did think I&amp;#39;d have been further ahead than I am.&lt;p&gt;Oh well...no pity parties allowed! Lol, at least I don&amp;#39;t have anyone to give me a birthday paddling! *wipes brow* whew! Lol &lt;p&gt;I am currently working on creating a second Blog tho! (I know, I know, I can barely keep up with posting here!) I decided that the fantasy I spoke about in my last post, could do with its own little place...so when I do finish it up, I hope to have some interest! As of now, I am accepting pre-approval requests to be accepted into &amp;quot;St. Mary Magdalene&amp;#39;s Academy for Wayward Girls&amp;quot;! If you are a lady that would like to be a member of the student body, please send an e-mail to me at &lt;a href="mailto:louisfriend@live.com"&gt;louisfriend@live.com&lt;/a&gt; with your age, name you&amp;#39;d like to be known as on the Blog, personal info pertaining to things you&amp;#39;d like to work on in the institution, and any feedback for programs you&amp;#39;d like to be offered by the Academy. I&amp;#39;m kind of excited to be trying this out. I will be posting stories, homework assignments, and general school info (including punishments and training schedules)&lt;p&gt;Also, if you are Guy or Girl interested in being a faculty member, or part of the staff, please send an e-mail to the same address, including your age, name you&amp;#39;d like to be known as, and any personal teaching methods and specialty programs you may be interested in heading.&lt;p&gt;On the Blog I will have to decide if I&amp;#39;ll be known as either Dean or Headmaster, and I will be also developing a couple fraternities if I have any interest....&lt;p&gt;I hope this ends up being as fun as I imagine it to be, and just so you know, I will be making diplomas to mail or email out if you want them, and maybe even making some special home made gifts to send out to my most deserving students!&lt;p&gt;What do you think? Can this work? Are you interested?&lt;p&gt;Looking forward to hearing from you!&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-5186398219182349528?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/5186398219182349528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-wanna.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/5186398219182349528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/5186398219182349528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/06/dont-wanna.html' title='Don&apos;t wanna....'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-1329229181262702894</id><published>2010-06-08T00:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T00:09:06.202-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sigh, inconsistent posting, a sure sign of an inconsistent life.</title><content type='html'>So, first, allow me ONCE AGAIN, to apologize for allowing myself to fall off the face of the earth. I feel like I&amp;#39;ve been gone for months! I haven&amp;#39;t been keeping up with reading everyone&amp;#39;s posts, or twitter, or anything really. I&amp;#39;ve been technologically deprived the past while. My phone&amp;#39;s OS had to be reloaded due to a technical glitch, and with work, vacation, and the trepidation of my fast approaching *gulp* 30th birthday (Wed the 9th, if you must know...) I&amp;#39;ve just kinda, lost track...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I know, I know, life tends to get in the way of doing the things we truly enjoy sometimes. And if I could Blog, and follow everyone&amp;#39;s twitter feeds as a career, I would. :( but there is hope! Tomorrow, I will be purchasing a &amp;quot;Lotto Max&amp;quot; ticket. The Jackpot is an EST $50 million!! So, if you hear about a very special private school for &amp;quot;wayward women&amp;quot; being opened and accepting applications from those of you who want to &amp;quot;teach&amp;quot; and be &amp;quot;taught&amp;quot;, well, you&amp;#39;ll know I&amp;#39;m putting the money to good use! Lmao, that&amp;#39;s always been a fantasy of mine. &amp;quot;St. Mary Magdalene&amp;#39;s finishing school&amp;quot; (St. Mary Magdalene is the patron saint of penitent sinners, penitent women, reformed prostitutes, sexual temptation, and tanners) lol how very fitting! You can only imagine the devious and sadistic architectural designs I would have built into such a place....not to mention some of the fraternities! This fantasy has been an ongoing one, and I&amp;#39;m actually considering starting a Blog about it! Some of my most in depth fantasies are about my creation and subsequent headmastery of such an institution. The creation of the &amp;quot;sisterhood of the cane&amp;quot;, and the teachers guide would almost read like a night at the Vader (&lt;a href="http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com"&gt;http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;) residence! Lol &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, wish me luck!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Hugs and swats &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-1329229181262702894?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/1329229181262702894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/06/sigh-inconsistent-posting-sure-sign-of.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/1329229181262702894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/1329229181262702894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/06/sigh-inconsistent-posting-sure-sign-of.html' title='Sigh, inconsistent posting, a sure sign of an inconsistent life.'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-6665308260844317909</id><published>2010-05-26T07:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:48:18.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Been too long</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S_0motc3uvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QolXqgyBez8/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FVGhlbGFrZS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-798603"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S_0motc3uvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QolXqgyBez8/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FVGhlbGFrZS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-798603"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475575202789702386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Wow. Sorry to all of my followers, readers, and friends, its been WAYYYY too long since I&amp;#39;ve updated! Work, and life have kind of gotten in the way, and I just got back from an INCREDIBLE vacation! I spent about a week, camping in the Okanogan (south/central British Columbia) amongst old growth cedars, and beautiful lakeside communities. I had a wonderful time resetting and resting in an almost untouched world of natural beauty. I wish I had a naughty little girl I could have brought with me out there! It was such a secluded area, I could have had one spend almost the whole time nearly naked if it wasn&amp;#39;t so cold at night! Not to mention the fact that there was constant opportunity for switchings and birchings! It was so secluded that I was out of cell service the whole time, and as much as I wanted to stay in touch with all of you, it was really nice to completely get away from the outside world for a while.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I received a text from padme while I was gone, and I&amp;#39;m sorry I didn&amp;#39;t reply. I will hopefully get to chat with her soon....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ve been gone for so long, I hope you will all forgive me for my absence, and come on back to my little corner of the interwebs!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your dirty lil friend &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-6665308260844317909?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/6665308260844317909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/05/been-too-long.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/6665308260844317909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/6665308260844317909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/05/been-too-long.html' title='Been too long'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S_0motc3uvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/QolXqgyBez8/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FVGhlbGFrZS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-798603' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-8904188567996791008</id><published>2010-05-12T08:17:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T08:17:47.736-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Predicted tears :(</title><content type='html'>So, last night, the main team I was rooting for, the Vancouver Canucks... Were eliminated from the Stanley Cup Playoffs by the Chicago Blackhawks. :( however, when the match ups were announced, I did predict the Nucks to lose to the Hawks in this round, as bad as I wanted Van to prove me wrong, I didn&amp;#39;t think they could get it done. A couple surprises though, I thought Detroit would get by the Sharks, but actually its San Jose that will be meeting Chicago in the Western Conference Finals, and in the east, I predicted Washington to go on, not Montreal, but today, its the Habs facing the Pens in game 7. GO PENS GO! And I also predicted the Bruins to move on, now I want the Bruins to beat Penguins, but I won&amp;#39;t be sad with either of those teams moving on, however I HATE Montreal and Philly, so hopefully both of them are playing golf by the weekend!&lt;p&gt;Sorry to all the Nucks fans! I cheered as loud as I could!&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-8904188567996791008?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/8904188567996791008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/05/predicted-tears.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8904188567996791008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8904188567996791008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/05/predicted-tears.html' title='Predicted tears :('/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-4811134445489197903</id><published>2010-05-11T08:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T08:01:28.473-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Aid day 2</title><content type='html'>Well, I finish up my first aid today, and tomorrow is my last day of work before holidays! I absolutely cannot wait until the end of day tomorrow! I have a feeling my day is going to draaaAaaaaaag. I will be going camping out in the Salmon Arm/Shushwap area, and I probably won&amp;#39;t be blogging, but I may be checking up on ya&amp;#39;ll, so behave yourself! ;) &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, i figured I&amp;#39;d go into this in the spirit of honesty. *note - backstory first* So, in high school, and just after graduating for a bit, I did smoke a lot of pot. But, I discovered I actually didn&amp;#39;t really enjoy it. I would get really thirsty after smoking, then instantly starving, then sleepy. I never really found it as a party drug, and I put on a bit of weight...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;For the next 8 or 9 years I&amp;#39;ve done it maybe a handful of times, in party settings, but in the past 2 years, I haven&amp;#39;t touched it. But in the past, that was the only illegal drug I&amp;#39;d done. This annual camping trip, that goes every year around the same time was the very first time I&amp;#39;d done a different drug. And actually its the one time per year, that I do it. I&amp;#39;m not going to say what drug it is, but I do enjoy it, and I feel that once a year is not a big deal. I was wondering...what are your thoughts on this subject?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-4811134445489197903?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/4811134445489197903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-aid-day-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/4811134445489197903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/4811134445489197903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-aid-day-2.html' title='First Aid day 2'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-1362907052760256029</id><published>2010-05-10T08:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-10T08:11:53.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Aid....</title><content type='html'>So I&amp;#39;m gonna be doing my first aid renewal today, its one of the pre-requisites for working in the industry I work in. This class, after 5 years in the Alberta oil patch, will be my 4th renewal. I&amp;#39;m pretty excited though, because, the instructor is the same unbelievablely gorgeous woman I had last time. Lol, she&amp;#39;s very &amp;quot;hands on&amp;quot; and cute! ;)&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve been in spotty service areas for the last few days so I&amp;#39;ve missed out on reading a lot of the blogs I follow, I haven&amp;#39;t had the chance to chat with &amp;quot;s&amp;quot; lately, and I miss talking to padme----&amp;gt; &lt;a href="http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, class will be starting soon, and if you have any questions regarding first aid, I&amp;#39;ll be here today and tomorrow, so I can ask the cute instructor whatever you like! She was an EMT in east Hastings Vancouver for many years, so trust me, she&amp;#39;s qualified!&lt;p&gt;Keep up the good work all you bloggers out there!&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-1362907052760256029?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/1362907052760256029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-aid.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/1362907052760256029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/1362907052760256029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/05/first-aid.html' title='First Aid....'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-2094766797381487784</id><published>2010-05-09T20:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:46:55.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mother is the word for God on the lips and hearts of all children."</title><content type='html'>Happy mothers day! To all you gorgeous MILF&amp;#39;s! ;) lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-2094766797381487784?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/2094766797381487784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/05/mother-is-word-for-god-on-lips-and.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/2094766797381487784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/2094766797381487784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/05/mother-is-word-for-god-on-lips-and.html' title='&quot;Mother is the word for God on the lips and hearts of all children.&quot;'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-435908354013500442</id><published>2010-05-05T07:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T07:55:49.389-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do opposites really attract?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S-F45WXw0wI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ai3rgw5Mj14/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fb3JseV9vd2wuanBn%3F%3D-749390"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S-F45WXw0wI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ai3rgw5Mj14/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fb3JseV9vd2wuanBn%3F%3D-749390"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467784349257618178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S-F457snm_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/E3e9y4cETiQ/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FeWFfcmx5LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-751169"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S-F457snm_I/AAAAAAAAAE8/E3e9y4cETiQ/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FeWFfcmx5LmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-751169"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467784359277206514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So, I&amp;#39;ve been chatting a ton with &amp;quot;s&amp;quot; and its absolutely crazy. She likes all the movies I like, all the music I like, its Crazy! Every time either of us mention something we love, the other one&amp;#39;s mind is blown that someone else likes it as much as we do! Fun!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ve been following padme&amp;#39;s twitter feed lately, but sadly that&amp;#39;s it :( I miss our chats. I like padme a lot. She&amp;#39;s a great person, and a very good friend. It sucks, every time I call her, I&amp;#39;m unable to chat with her...busy girl. I think I may have to make an appointment! ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m soooo &amp;quot;jellies&amp;quot; of lil b. She leaves for Vegas veeeeery soon. She gets to escape all this bloody disgusting weather we&amp;#39;ve been having lately. Not to mention, she gets to go to FREAKIN VEGAS!!!! Hey lil b, bring me back something cool! No more expensive than $20, and I&amp;#39;ll pay ya when you get back!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;s&amp;quot; has earned herself a punishment spanking, and one day, I will be coming to see her, when this happens, her pants and panties(if she&amp;#39;s wearing them;) will be coming down, she will be laying over my knee, her arm will be firmly pinned behind her back, one of my legs will be draped over hers, and I will be spanking her until she&amp;#39;s a crying, very sorry little girl. She will learn to not procrastinate, and perhaps keep her bedroom a little more organized......*stern look* &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;well, that&amp;#39;s all for now peeps, remember, follow me on twitter @friendlouis, or send me an email &lt;a href="mailto:louisfriend@live.com"&gt;louisfriend@live.com&lt;/a&gt; if us wanna chit chat! And comments are always apriciated, good or bad! Constructive criticism even!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Criticism may not be agreeable, but it is necessary. It fulfills the same function as pain in the human body. It calls attention to an unhealthy state of things.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Winston Churchill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-435908354013500442?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/435908354013500442/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-opposites-really-attract.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/435908354013500442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/435908354013500442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/05/do-opposites-really-attract.html' title='Do opposites really attract?'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S-F45WXw0wI/AAAAAAAAAE0/Ai3rgw5Mj14/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fb3JseV9vd2wuanBn%3F%3D-749390' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-9168597714766470375</id><published>2010-05-04T07:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T07:44:11.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow.</title><content type='html'>So its an all round shitty morning. Didn&amp;#39;t get in tll late last night. Woke up still tired, to a blizzard in May. I have like zero motivation. &lt;p&gt;Maybe I&amp;#39;ll post later....&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-9168597714766470375?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/9168597714766470375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/05/snow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/9168597714766470375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/9168597714766470375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/05/snow.html' title='Snow.'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-232325105126430983</id><published>2010-04-29T07:37:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T07:37:19.574-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ohhh snap.</title><content type='html'>I simply cannot believe that in 2 days it will be the flowery warm month of May, and right now, its FREAKIN SNOWING! I know we usually get a freak snowstorm this time of year, but every year, its such a bloody tease. We had a week of gorgeous 20 degree (that&amp;#39;s 70 for you Americans) weather. And now, the evil white stuff. It better be nice over the May long weekend, or so help me, someone&amp;#39;s getting a spanking!&lt;p&gt;Still having some good chats with &amp;quot;s&amp;quot;, and I may ask her to send me some smut to post here. *crosses fingers* &lt;p&gt;Well, round 2 of the Stanley Cup Playoffs start today, and on Saturday, GO NUCKS GO! &lt;p&gt;Hope my &amp;quot;throngs of readers&amp;quot; lol have a wonderful day!&lt;p&gt;Hugs &lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-232325105126430983?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/232325105126430983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/ohhh-snap.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/232325105126430983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/232325105126430983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/ohhh-snap.html' title='Ohhh snap.'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-7067623232135665990</id><published>2010-04-28T07:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T07:10:44.756-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night!</title><content type='html'>So, last night I was chattin with my new sub friend &amp;quot;s&amp;quot; via text, and things got pretty hot and heavy after a while. I learned a lot about who she was as a submissive, and what she enjoys sexually. She told me a few stories from her past about some of the VERY naughty things she&amp;#39;s done! It was getting pretty late, but because of the fun we were having, I decided I&amp;#39;d suck it up in the morning, and see where things went.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I had her rub and stroke herself while I sent messages about the things she wanted me to do to her. But, she was commanded not to bring herself to orgasm until I was able to call her and hear her cum. Things got to the point where I was rock hard, and she was stroking her soaking cunt and she wanted me to call.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So I phoned, and as she rubbed her warm pussy, I had her cum. She squirmed and squealed, and ended up being all giggly after her first orgasm. I had her strip, and continue playing as we talked about how she wanted to suck her wetness from my cock. I had her sit up, and spread her legs wide, lean back, and stay in that wonderfully exposed position as she brought herself to a second orgasm, at which point, her moans and gasps, brought me to orgasm as well.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;She sounds like a really fun and giggly girl, and I hope to play with her someday soon!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;But seduction isn&amp;#39;t making someone do what they don&amp;#39;t want to do. Seduction is enticing someone into doing what they secretly want to do already.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Waiter Rant&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-7067623232135665990?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/7067623232135665990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-night.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7067623232135665990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7067623232135665990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/last-night.html' title='Last night!'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-6504779444125534897</id><published>2010-04-28T01:46:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T01:46:55.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmmm</title><content type='html'>Wow. Do I have a naughty story for you. But, you&amp;#39;re gonna have to wait. Its 1:45 am, and I gotta be up in 4 hours for work! Trust me, its worth the wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-6504779444125534897?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/6504779444125534897/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/mmmmmm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/6504779444125534897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/6504779444125534897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/mmmmmm.html' title='Mmmmmm'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-7095054675967947892</id><published>2010-04-27T09:52:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-27T09:52:10.173-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New friends, and naughty talk.</title><content type='html'>So I&amp;#39;ve been chatting with a new friend, let&amp;#39;s call her....&amp;quot;s&amp;quot;. She&amp;#39;s a gorgeous, witty, sexpot! Lol I can see her being quite the handful! Now, we&amp;#39;ve been messing around via email and text, and she may grow to become a casual play partner, and its great, because neither of us are looking for something serious right now. We&amp;#39;ve already had some pretty racy discussions involving messy blow jobs, spankings, squirting  and multiple orgasms!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I may get the chance to chat with padme this afternoon, and, if she has permission from Master Anakin, I may ask her to use her hitachi while we talk... I&amp;#39;m not really sure of protocol here tho, I&amp;#39;ve never been in a poly relationship, and I&amp;#39;m not sure what she&amp;#39;s allowed to do and what she&amp;#39;s not. Not to mention that I don&amp;#39;t even know if she&amp;#39;d be interested in cumming for me! It would be pretty incredibly sexy on the phone, or maybe even via web cam....*shivers* although the webcam thing may not work this time, as I would need to be somewhere with an internet connection....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Talk to you soon!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;There are no good girls gone wrong, just bad girls found out.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Mae West&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-7095054675967947892?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/7095054675967947892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-friends-and-naughty-talk.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7095054675967947892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7095054675967947892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/new-friends-and-naughty-talk.html' title='New friends, and naughty talk.'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-2505448419593227660</id><published>2010-04-26T11:22:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T11:22:18.651-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spotty service...</title><content type='html'>Well, I&amp;#39;m back from the bush. I had a bit there where I had pretty spotty service. And I tried to comment or tweet when I could. But I&amp;#39;m back in the world of the living! LOVED seeing the naughty pics of padme&amp;#39;s experience with they&amp;#39;re new toys, and maybe one day I&amp;#39;ll get to see that naughty bottom in person ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I took a step back from fetlife a while ago, and recently, I got a message I from someone I met at a play gathering! Its so fun to meet new people, I don&amp;#39;t think I can fully step away from it. I&amp;#39;ve pretty much fully committed to the fact that I would not be able to keep up a real relationship. Work keeps me away from home so much, that I would not be able to devote the time and energy required to make it successful. But, I also decided that if I can&amp;#39;t have a committed relationship, that doesn&amp;#39;t mean I can&amp;#39;t have friends or friends with benefits! So in the next few weeks, I&amp;#39;ll probably be updating my profile, to show I&amp;#39;m actively looking again, for those that want to explore the &amp;quot;darkside&amp;quot; with me, on a more casual basis. Lol, I have a feeling my inbox will remain quite empty. But that&amp;#39;s not the point. In my own mind I&amp;#39;ve tried to push my needs and urges to the back burner. And now, I&amp;#39;ve realized that only makes me miserable. So, its time again to maybe start playing! Watch your bottoms, single subbies! ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-2505448419593227660?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/2505448419593227660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/spotty-service.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/2505448419593227660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/2505448419593227660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/spotty-service.html' title='Spotty service...'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-7743285498477269023</id><published>2010-04-23T12:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T12:28:57.964-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"By the power of truth I, while living, have conquered the universe." - Faust</title><content type='html'>So, I watched &amp;quot;V for Vendetta,&amp;quot; recently and couldn&amp;#39;t help but imagine my friend padme as the character Evey. Lol, some very neat bdsm/M/s parallels in that movie..&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;ve been keeping tabs on @padmeamidala and @AnakinDarth&amp;#39;s twitter feed, and they&amp;#39;re trying out the new toys as we speak! Can&amp;#39;t wait to see and hear some reaction!&lt;p&gt;Gotta be short but sweet, busy busy!&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-7743285498477269023?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/7743285498477269023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/by-power-of-truth-i-while-living-have.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7743285498477269023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7743285498477269023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/by-power-of-truth-i-while-living-have.html' title='&quot;By the power of truth I, while living, have conquered the universe.&quot; - Faust'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-4662556009831797700</id><published>2010-04-21T07:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T07:58:35.503-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"may the force be with you"</title><content type='html'>Had a pretty good day yesterday! After work, I was chatting with padme (&lt;a href="http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) and they got the package I sent! I couldn&amp;#39;t help but feel pretty elated after they thanked me up and down, it wasn&amp;#39;t much, but I hope they have fun with the toys! I actually can&amp;#39;t wait to see some pics and hear about naughty padme&amp;#39;s sore little bottom after! And, I was told, if I ever make it to their neck of the woods, I&amp;#39;m welcome to use the toys I sent on her! I may have to take that opportunity some day! What did I send you ask?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, I grabbed a toy light saber and cut it apart, and attached the lexan to the handle. It was even Darth Vader&amp;#39;s saber! I also sent a replacement wooden handle because I don&amp;#39;t know how long the light saber will last...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I also sent a wicked paddle style wooden hairbrush, a heavy thick leather strap (cause I know how much she loves em!) and 4 pairs of very mean pinchy clips!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I hope Master Anakin/Darth gets some nice reactions from them! I haven&amp;#39;t had the pleasure of meeting him yet, but after chatting with padme and having read they&amp;#39;re Blog for quite some time, I feel like He and I have a lot in common when it comes to the sadistic dark side.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lol, I&amp;#39;m having lots of fun throwing in Star Wars quotes and references when I chat with them. And I can&amp;#39;t help but picture Master Anakin/Darth as Lord Vader saying &amp;quot;I find your lack of faith disturbing.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am already thinking about a sequel &amp;quot;care package&amp;quot; after this one was received so well, and I hope I can, someday soon, take them up on the offer of a visit!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, off to work, have a good day all! And, as padme says, &amp;quot;May the Force be with you!&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Darth Vader-  &amp;quot;When I left you, I was but the learner, now I am the master.&amp;quot; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Obi Wan - &amp;quot;Only a master of evil, Darth.&amp;quot;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-4662556009831797700?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/4662556009831797700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/may-force-be-with-you.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/4662556009831797700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/4662556009831797700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/may-force-be-with-you.html' title='&quot;may the force be with you&quot;'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-6716934280691180461</id><published>2010-04-20T07:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T07:24:23.771-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Days filled with both happy excitement, and darkness</title><content type='html'>So I had a pretty good Monday as far as Mondays go. A decent day at work, tired of shop days (I know I know, broken record right?) but I finished the lexans and got the package shipped to BC. I&amp;#39;m so excited for them to get it!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I got home, and chilled out on the patio with the roommates, enjoyed some home made ribs, and a few beers! We went in to watch the hockey game, but it didn&amp;#39;t turn out the way I wanted :( an obvious goal for the Canucks, was disallowed, and the L.A. Kings ended up coming up with the win, and the series lead. They&amp;#39;re now up 2 games to 1 and Van has an uphill battle. &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I agree with most sportscasters, in the thought that this NHL playoffs is one of the best in recent history.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;My life is suffering a serious lack of kink these days, I hope the phrase &amp;quot;if you don&amp;#39;t use it, you lose it,&amp;quot; is a blatant lie.... I guess I&amp;#39;ll have to continue living vicariously through padme and Master Anakin/Darth....;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Heard that at the Calgary comic book expo, Lando freakin Calrissian is gonna be there! Too cool!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-6716934280691180461?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/6716934280691180461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/days-filled-with-both-happy-excitement.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/6716934280691180461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/6716934280691180461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/days-filled-with-both-happy-excitement.html' title='Days filled with both happy excitement, and darkness'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-7428902109076913438</id><published>2010-04-19T07:16:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T07:16:03.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life is good.</title><content type='html'>Well, not too much to update about, but, I had a really nice weekend! I only had to put in a half shop day in on Saturday, and because spring breakup has pretty much officially taken over, they gave us Sunday off! Saturday night I got to go out with a buddy to a local pub, enjoyed a few wobbly pops, and had my heart broken watching the L.A. Kings luck out a win in overtime against the Vancouver Canucks. Sunday was a wonderfully relaxing day of rest, however, I did get one little task finished up!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The lexan&amp;#39;s are DONE! The surprise for Master Anakin/Darth and padme (&lt;a href="http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;) is all finished! I got it all boxed up, and I was going to send it, but, I need to be sure I&amp;#39;m sending it to the right place. I tried to get a hold of padme on the weekend, but no dice. So, hopefully, sometime today, I can touch base with her, and send it off! I&amp;#39;m SOOOO excited for them to get it!! That lexan is a wickedly ouchie toy!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m gonna be putting in a shop day AGAIN today, polishing aluminum on my rig. Sore arms are predicted! :( I&amp;#39;m all outta shape, the last time I gave a beating to lil b, I couldn&amp;#39;t spank as long as I would have liked. I think it may have had something to do with being sleepy, and worn out, but I need to get some &amp;quot;strokes&amp;quot; in! ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, off to the grind stone.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Gloria Steinem&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-7428902109076913438?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/7428902109076913438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-is-good.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7428902109076913438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7428902109076913438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-is-good.html' title='Life is good.'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-8046083864677437392</id><published>2010-04-17T07:27:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T07:27:53.657-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Defeat :(</title><content type='html'>So I finished the surprise for padme and Master Anakin, however, it did not turn out as I had hoped. :( I will still send it out, but I&amp;#39;m probably going to have to send parts for repair/replacement. Totally sucks because I was SO excited for them to have a perfect new toy. Lame!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Little b&amp;#39;s turned out wonderfully, I just have to do some customizing to the handle. I don&amp;#39;t have anything to add any pink trim, but I hope she still likes it....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m craving giving some pain today, the sadist in me is in the forefront of my mind. It sux, cause I have no outlet, nor the means to satisfy the cravings. :(&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I have been &amp;quot;pulling the goalie&amp;quot; a little more often than usual, lol, and its starting to get a bit frustrating! I wonder, how often do you guys do that? Ladies how often do you &amp;quot;double click the mouse?&amp;quot; Does the knowledge at the frequency of how often a guy does that change your opinion of him? Unfortunately for me, it does alter my perception of a woman, I find her infinitely more attractive if I know she plays often...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, hope to get some comments on this one.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-8046083864677437392?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/8046083864677437392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/defeat.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8046083864677437392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8046083864677437392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/defeat.html' title='Defeat :('/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-5828132075116105344</id><published>2010-04-16T22:07:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T22:07:01.701-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird....</title><content type='html'>So I just jumped on my Blog to see if any new comments were added, and noticed, that my last post, was #64 for 2010. And, in 2009, guess how many I had..... That&amp;#39;s right! 64! Weird hey? That the one day I happen to scroll down and happen to glance at that? Odd...&lt;p&gt;Headed to bed. Exhausted. Ttyl!&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-5828132075116105344?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/5828132075116105344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/weird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/5828132075116105344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/5828132075116105344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/weird.html' title='Weird....'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-3712067303784343074</id><published>2010-04-16T07:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T07:32:00.504-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Life, or something like it.</title><content type='html'>Good morning world! I had a pretty good day yesterday! As I said before, I got to chat with a wonderful new friend, and I may try and call again today, not sure if I&amp;#39;ll be able to talk to her tho, she was grounded for being a bad little girl, and it doesn&amp;#39;t take a psychic to predict some serious pain in her future for neglecting her chores! Thinking about that, gives me that special feeling &amp;quot;downstairs&amp;quot; lol, hearing a bad little slave get punished, always does it for me! Lol.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In other news, in a thrilling overtime hockey game, the Vancouver Canucks win game one! It was INCREDIBLE! There were some tense moments, watching the idiot ref&amp;#39;s ignore some blatant high sticking penalties against the Nucks, but in the end, an unbelievable feed from the league point leader Henric Sedin, to Mr. Samuelsson, who fired a blistering shot to thrill the packed house at GM place in Vancouver! The Canucks now lead the series 1-0.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Its Friday! I&amp;#39;m thinking about maybe picking up some beers tonight after work and maybe finishing up the lexans!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Kind hearts are the gardens, Kind thoughts are the roots, Kind words are the flowers, Kind deeds are the fruits, Take care of your garden And keep out the weeds, Fill it with sunshine Kind words and kind deeds&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Henry Wadsworth Longfellow&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your blogging and tweeting maniac &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-3712067303784343074?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/3712067303784343074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-or-something-like-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/3712067303784343074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/3712067303784343074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/life-or-something-like-it.html' title='Life, or something like it.'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-2856338830181316041</id><published>2010-04-15T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T21:01:01.035-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh...relaxing...</title><content type='html'>I&amp;#39;m sittin enjoyin the hockey game, GO NUCKS! And just pondering my day. I had a wonderful conversation with my famous friend, padme! &amp;lt;--- find her here ---&amp;gt; &lt;a href="http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;We FINALLY got to chat with eachother for the very first time! I really think she&amp;#39;s an amazing person, and am really excited about this friendship! Although I did find out later that she&amp;#39;s been neglecting her chores, and without my knowledge, instead of doing her chores, she chose to chat with me! Naughty girl! I have a feeling she&amp;#39;s going to end up having her panties pulled down, taken over a knee, and given a good long hard bare bottom spanking until she&amp;#39;s a VERY sorry and better behaved little girl! (would love to hear or see that happen some day! Lol ;)&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m aaaaalmost finished the lexans! Lol, I keep saying that, but the perfectionist in me keeps finding more little things to make them better. Lol.&lt;p&gt;Well, chat with ya soon peeps!&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-2856338830181316041?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/2856338830181316041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/ahhhhrelaxing.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/2856338830181316041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/2856338830181316041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/ahhhhrelaxing.html' title='Ahhhh...relaxing...'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-7173435611119698068</id><published>2010-04-15T07:03:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T07:03:24.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tedious....</title><content type='html'>Sigh. Shop days. I can haz werk plz? Seriously, this sucks. I am stuck goin in day after day to polish rims, until things pick up again. Lol, just when I started getting comfortable working my butt off every single day, everything grinds to a standstill.&lt;p&gt;Got some work done on the lexans last night, and they&amp;#39;re turning out wicked! I may have to get to Calgary one of these days to pick up some more when I finish these ones! The supplies to make them are so cheap that I can make 4 - 2&amp;#39; lexan rods for about $20 bucks! So, because of this, I don&amp;#39;t mind givin them away. Anyone want one? I&amp;#39;ve discovered that a 2&amp;#39; rod is about the perfect length. Any longer and its tough to get an accurate swing, and any shorter you don&amp;#39;t really get the whippy snap. &amp;quot;Mmmm, whippy snap&amp;quot; *drools* &lt;p&gt;So, maybe today I&amp;#39;ll FINALLY get to hear padme&amp;#39;s voice for the first time! Lol, she&amp;#39;s a busy girl!&lt;p&gt;Well, Ta Ta for now!&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-7173435611119698068?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/7173435611119698068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/tedious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7173435611119698068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7173435611119698068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/tedious.html' title='Tedious....'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-1971931870816938966</id><published>2010-04-14T18:34:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T18:34:05.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes its just not the right time...</title><content type='html'>So, lol, padme and I have been looking forward to chatting with each other for a couple days now, and it seems life keeps getting in the way... Lol, my work, her kids, bad days, etc...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am, However, still waiting with baited breath, padme is a wonderful person, and I&amp;#39;m soooo looking forward to learning more about what its like being in a poly relationship, what Master Anakin is like, and just the little things that I&amp;#39;ve been wanting to ask about life in general!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, it seems &amp;quot;spring breakup&amp;quot; has hit. In my industry, when springtime comes, the roads we travel become soft and sloppy, and traveling in these roads can be both a GIGANTIC hassle, and quite destructive to the roads. So, they &amp;quot;ban&amp;quot; the roads for big trucks. Because these roads are what we need to travel to do our job out here in the Alberta oilpatch, the industry pretty much grinds to a near standstill.  I put in my first full shop day today, after nearly 5 straight months of steady work. There was a LOT of equipment parked in the yard today, and this does not bode well for my paychecks. Rumor is that it will be a short one, so, fingers crossed!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Your bl-ah-grrR....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-1971931870816938966?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/1971931870816938966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-its-just-not-right-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/1971931870816938966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/1971931870816938966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/sometimes-its-just-not-right-time.html' title='Sometimes its just not the right time...'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-8602245403439149081</id><published>2010-04-14T08:01:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T08:01:27.995-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Random...</title><content type='html'>Ok peeps! So I&amp;#39;m pretty &amp;#39;cited today! I got some work done on the lexans last night! They&amp;#39;re all cut to size, and the tips are nicely rounded. I picked up the dowel for b&amp;#39;s, and some stuff to make Master Anakin/Darth and padme&amp;#39;s! Mine turned out pretty ugly, but effective! HOLY OUCH BATMAN! I gave myself a light practice swat on my thigh, and WHOA, this is gonna be a WICKED toy. Sorry in advance padme, lol, I can see this being a punishment toy, not a play toy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In other news, the STANLEY CUP PLAYOFFS start today!!! GO CANUCKS GO!!!!! I have 3 teams I cheer for...lol, and 2 of them had a HORRIBLE season and didn&amp;#39;t make the playoffs. The Edmonton Oilers, and The Toronto Maple Leafs. My third team? Anyone playing the Calgary lames. Lol. My Oilers won the first overall pick in the draft lottery, and with the players in their farm system, this pick, and a healthy world class goaltender, things are looking up!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I get to chat with padme later today, if she&amp;#39;s allowed, and hopefully the sting of her current situation has dulled some. I feel so bad for her :( I&amp;#39;m so unbelievably thankful Master Anakin is there to hold her close and guide her through this darkness. He seems like a good man, and I&amp;#39;m sure his strength and love, will help her through.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Have a wonderful day all!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-8602245403439149081?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/8602245403439149081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/random.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8602245403439149081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8602245403439149081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/random.html' title='Random...'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-3939555814543284219</id><published>2010-04-13T07:44:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T07:44:08.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lexan!</title><content type='html'>So, I got home last night, and I stopped at crappy tire on my way and picked up some lexan polish! First thing I did, after getting home, was cut the 4&amp;#39; rod into 2 - 2&amp;#39; pieces. I ground the cut end down to a smooth rounded tip, and tried out the polish. Unfortunately it didn&amp;#39;t really work that well. But I grabbed some 2000 grit, detailer&amp;#39;s sandpaper and tried sanding the haze out, and polishing after. It wasn&amp;#39;t perfect, but it turned out MUCH better!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I tried using some very thin nylon cord to wrap a handle, and it worked, but its not pretty. So, this one will be my own personal toy. I am going to be grabbing a nicely detailed wooden dowel to construct a handle for lil b&amp;#39;s rod, perhaps try and incorporate some kind of cutsie pink detail into the handle.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;And for Master Anakin/Darth Vader and padme, I have a REALLY cool Idea, but its gonna take some work, and I want it to be a surprise!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Speaking of padme...I feel horrible about the rough situation she&amp;#39;s dealing with right now. I wish I could be there to give her a big hug and help take her mind off things. :( although she hurts, I know she has an incredible man in her life, who loves her with all his heart. You have a rock solid foundation, padme, on which to rebuild the home for your heart. Master Anakin is there for you, and will help you through this tempest. *hugs* &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Off to work peeps! Will be keeping tabs via twitter and blogs! Take care all!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Follow me on twitter @Friendlouis &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;Count the garden by the flowers, never by the leaves that fall. Count your life with smiles and not the tears that roll.&amp;quot;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;-- Author Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-3939555814543284219?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/3939555814543284219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/lexan.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/3939555814543284219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/3939555814543284219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/lexan.html' title='Lexan!'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-463579768591014519</id><published>2010-04-12T12:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T12:12:38.009-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"No matter how busy you may think you are, you must find time for reading, or surrender yourself to self-chosen ignorance.” - Confucius</title><content type='html'>So, with work consuming nearly all my time, and sprinkling in spotty cell service, my Blog has suffered a disturbing lack of updates. :( not to mention my inability to consistently keep up on my reading of all the wonderful blogs I try to follow. But, I have found, albeit lacking, a small amount of time to have a bit of fun.&lt;p&gt;A bit of a timeline - on Wednesday the 7th, I drove for 14 hours straight, to south eastern Saskatchewan. Had one day of work on Thursday, and on Friday the 9th, I started the long trip home. Now, I was supposed to go straight northwest through Regina, Saskatoon, Lloydminster, and finally to Sherwood Park Alberta. But fate intervened, and just south of Regina, I heard on the radio that the highway between there and Saskatoon was closed due to an apocalyptic winter storm. So, instead of heading that way, I hooked west, and went straight to Calgary! As it so surprisingly happened, I was only able to drive till I hit &amp;quot;Cow-Town&amp;quot; and it being Friday, my good friend lil b was going to a local bdsm club we&amp;#39;ve gone to together once before! I chatted with her as I drove, and we both came to the overwhelming conclusion that she needed a good beating, and I desperately needed to give one, and who were we to argue with fate? ;)&lt;p&gt;So I met her, and a few of her friends there, drinks were had, engaging conversation was shared, and inappropriate touching was enjoyed!&lt;p&gt;Around the time of the witching hour, we decided to call it a night, and shared a cab back to the hotel. Well, the spanking I gave her first, was short, and it seemed since I had last seen her, lil b had wimped out! Lol, however, this was not the case, and after some WONDERFUL hard fucking, and subsequent cuddling, I started slowly, and earnestly hand spanking her again. This time I slowly warmed her bottom, and it seemed she had found that spot in her mind where she was able to process and crave the pain. I picked up my hastily disregarded belt from earlier, and began administering a slow but hard strapping. And it seemed, she could have taken it for a LONG time! I then grabbed the small piece of lexan rod she had brought.&lt;p&gt;Now, because of the size of it, I was unable to get any kind of serious force into any strokes, but it didn&amp;#39;t seem to matter! I ended up leaving some amazing looking stripes on her already rosy bottom, and soon I was alternating between the belt and the little rod, and I even managed to break the skin in one small spot!! Her body language seemed to be telling me &amp;quot;More! More!&amp;quot; and I suddenly remembered the plastic hairbrush I had in my bag!&lt;p&gt;So, I hopped out of bed and retrieved the brush, but it soon became apparent that the sting of the brush on her already tender bared bottom was too much, and after only a few short swats, she was squirming and crying.&lt;p&gt;I held her close, and I slept quite well, but was sad to hear in the morning, that she had not. :(&lt;br&gt;Sigh, such is life.&lt;p&gt;Well, I&amp;#39;m off to work again, and I hope I have not alienated my small, but wonderful group of readers with my absences. &lt;p&gt;Hope this finds you all well!&lt;p&gt;J&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;The busy have no time for tears.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;-&amp;#160;Lord Byron&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-463579768591014519?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/463579768591014519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-matter-how-busy-you-may-think-you.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/463579768591014519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/463579768591014519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/no-matter-how-busy-you-may-think-you.html' title='&quot;No matter how busy you may think you are, you must find time for reading, or surrender yourself to self-chosen ignorance.” - Confucius'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-8446308695616257302</id><published>2010-04-07T06:48:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T06:48:04.556-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Return of the Mack!</title><content type='html'>Well, I live again! I embrace the world of the living! Trapped in the dead zone of the bush for the past week, I&amp;#39;m LOVING having access to the interwebz! I think I&amp;#39;m gonna be headed to Estevan, Saskatchewan today. At least I can happily follow blogs and twitter feeds again!&lt;p&gt;Glad to see you all again!&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-8446308695616257302?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/8446308695616257302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/return-of-mack.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8446308695616257302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8446308695616257302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/04/return-of-mack.html' title='Return of the Mack!'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-4220417580326720360</id><published>2010-03-29T21:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T21:47:47.319-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The pictures I forgot to include.....lol</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S7F0Y2AQ8rI/AAAAAAAAAEc/geBAHarB0ww/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMjUtMjAxMDAzMjktMDkyNS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-767320"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S7F0Y2AQ8rI/AAAAAAAAAEc/geBAHarB0ww/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMjUtMjAxMDAzMjktMDkyNS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-767320"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454268593884689074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S7F0ZGGqROI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TYdKfe_YYUI/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMjYtMjAxMDAzMjktMDkyNS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-768789"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S7F0ZGGqROI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TYdKfe_YYUI/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMjYtMjAxMDAzMjktMDkyNS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-768789"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454268598206481634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S7F0ZiU8eFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ax6pzgUMALY/s1600/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMjctMjAxMDAzMjktMDkyNS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-770729"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S7F0ZiU8eFI/AAAAAAAAAEs/ax6pzgUMALY/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMjctMjAxMDAzMjktMDkyNS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-770729"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454268605782587474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-4220417580326720360?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/4220417580326720360/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/pictures-i-forgot-to-includelol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/4220417580326720360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/4220417580326720360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/pictures-i-forgot-to-includelol.html' title='The pictures I forgot to include.....lol'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S7F0Y2AQ8rI/AAAAAAAAAEc/geBAHarB0ww/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FSU1HMDAwMjUtMjAxMDAzMjktMDkyNS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-767320' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-6281388272959439759</id><published>2010-03-29T17:50:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T17:50:34.593-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No service :(</title><content type='html'>So, I&amp;#39;m working out in the bush again, with no service. So I figured I&amp;#39;d write a post. Although the lack of service sucks, I couldn&amp;#39;t be in a more beautiful spot! As you can see from the picture, we&amp;#39;re tucked up in the mountains near Kananaskis and the scenery is breathtaking! We were told at the safety meeting that there has been a cougar hangin around location, and to keep our eyes open! I hope everyone has been doing well!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;So, even though its probably not a good idea, little b and I have been chatting, and flirting a little bit. We keep bringing up the fact that she desperately needs a good hard bare assed lickin, and I desperately need to give one! I think that in the near future(if I ever get a day off) I&amp;#39;ll be making my way to Calgary to spank the living daylights out of her! Lol, I can just imagine her, bent over, and teary eyed with her very sore and well punished bottom still up in the air. YUMMY! Perhaps if she asks REALLY nice, I&amp;#39;ll bring and use the lexan cane and give her some really nice welts to sit on at work!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I can only imagine what kind of messages I&amp;#39;m gonna receive after the naughty little brat reads this post. ;)&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I just heard on the radio, that the boys brought the wrong isolation tool out. Sigh. And its already 12:30. What a day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-6281388272959439759?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/6281388272959439759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-service.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/6281388272959439759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/6281388272959439759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-service.html' title='No service :('/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-3012799761166817094</id><published>2010-03-24T17:18:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T17:18:55.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When I was walking to St. Ives, I met a man with 7 wives....</title><content type='html'>After getting such a great answer from padme, over at &lt;a href="http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt; about her life in a poly relationship, it got me thinking about what it would be like. Would more than 1 woman even want to be with me? ;) would I have enough love for more than 1? If my job weren&amp;#39;t so crazy, and I were home, I wonder how that would go over? The theory is quite appealing, to have multiple partners to not only make love to, but to have that feeling of mutual caring from more than one person! However, theory and practice are usually QUITE different! Jealousy, Envy, Anger...all multiplied. If one partner got something, I.e. Flowers, or some other &amp;quot;just because&amp;quot; gift, would the others expect one too? Perhaps, with my job, the best option would be to find a woman in ALL the towns I visit or spend any significant time! ;) just kiddin. I somehow have a feeling that would not go over very well!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I get to leave Kindersley today! Woot Woot! I have a looooooong drive ahead of me, so, until next time!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-3012799761166817094?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/3012799761166817094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-i-was-walking-to-st-ives-i-met-man.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/3012799761166817094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/3012799761166817094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/when-i-was-walking-to-st-ives-i-met-man.html' title='When I was walking to St. Ives, I met a man with 7 wives....'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-8157967327678040023</id><published>2010-03-22T17:34:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T19:46:54.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhhhhh *contented sigh*</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S6gdfkMVyiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KgmpvtTM9jg/s1600-h/IMG00045-20100322-1727.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S6gdfkMVyiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KgmpvtTM9jg/s320/IMG00045-20100322-1727.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451639777060571682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are things we learn in life that are wonderful, to go along with the bad things we hate to learn. One of these things that I've learned, from a friend in the Oil Patch, is something called "shower beers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, before you go saying "that's weird!" or "you're an alcoholic!" hear me out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get home from a hard days work, and you're sore, and achy, how amazing is it to get home, strip down, and get into a HOT shower? I know right? AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, how incredible is it, to flop down, kick up your feet, and crack a frosty beverage? Also AMAZING!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shower beers, is an amalgamation of these two things, creating a blissful experience of enjoying a delicious frosty beverage, WHILE letting the stresses of the day wash down the drain in a hot shower! Trust me, its FANTASTIC. I wholeheartedly suggest you try it some time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I asked Padme a few questions about her life as a slave that i'd been wondering. Her's is quite possibly my fave blog to read, and i am soooo glad to have met her! check her out here!! http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com/&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-8157967327678040023?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/8157967327678040023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/ahhhhhh-contented-sigh.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8157967327678040023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8157967327678040023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/ahhhhhh-contented-sigh.html' title='ahhhhhh *contented sigh*'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S6gdfkMVyiI/AAAAAAAAAEU/KgmpvtTM9jg/s72-c/IMG00045-20100322-1727.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-3573856750964897747</id><published>2010-03-22T13:55:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T13:55:34.614-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"But that's just the trouble with me, I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it."</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S6fLNqzjInI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VD_rne2MnQ0/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FYWxpY2UtMjAuanBn%3F%3D-734615"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S6fLNqzjInI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VD_rne2MnQ0/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FYWxpY2UtMjAuanBn%3F%3D-734615"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451549309644513906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;That explains the trouble that I&amp;#39;m always in.&lt;br&gt;Be patient is very good advice,&lt;br&gt;But the waiting makes me curious.&lt;br&gt;And I&amp;#39;d love the change, should something strange, begin.&lt;br&gt;Well, I went along my merry way, and I never stopped to reason.&lt;br&gt;I should have known, there&amp;#39;d be a price to pay, someday, someday.&lt;br&gt;I give myself, very good advice, but I very seldom follow it.&lt;br&gt;Will I ever learn, to do the things I should?&lt;p&gt; - Alice in Wonderland (1951)&lt;p&gt;I find this to be more and more true with every passing day. I wonder if this is true for most. Is experience teaching you the lessons you&amp;#39;d rather not learn?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-3573856750964897747?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/3573856750964897747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/but-thats-just-trouble-with-me-i-give.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/3573856750964897747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/3573856750964897747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/but-thats-just-trouble-with-me-i-give.html' title='&quot;But that&apos;s just the trouble with me, I give myself very good advice, but I very seldom follow it.&quot;'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S6fLNqzjInI/AAAAAAAAAEM/VD_rne2MnQ0/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FYWxpY2UtMjAuanBn%3F%3D-734615' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-3543553255500427419</id><published>2010-03-19T22:31:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T22:31:47.307-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow. Just, wow.</title><content type='html'>This is quite possibly one of the BEST social commentaries I&amp;#39;ve EVER had the pleasure of reading. &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://pandorablake.blogspot.com/2010/03/porn-like-sex-work-defies-easy.html"&gt;http://pandorablake.blogspot.com/2010/03/porn-like-sex-work-defies-easy.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p&gt;The ever eloquent miss Blake, once again, shows me how it should be done. I look back on my posts, and think to myself,  &amp;quot;hmmm, that was a pretty well thought out and nicely written post!&amp;quot; Then I read one of hers. And reform my earlier opinion of my own work being &amp;quot;well thought out&amp;quot; to childish dribble.&lt;p&gt;PandoraBlake, proves time and time again, her unparalleled mastery of the English language, and ability to make poignant social and political comments, whilst still tackling bdsm and spanking related topics.&lt;p&gt;Bravo little one!&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-3543553255500427419?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/3543553255500427419/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow-just-wow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/3543553255500427419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/3543553255500427419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow-just-wow.html' title='Wow. Just, wow.'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-8081230809376085661</id><published>2010-03-19T05:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T05:23:18.682-06:00</updated><title type='text'>BACK IN BLACK!!!!</title><content type='html'>HE LIVES!!!!&lt;p&gt;Yes I dropped off the face of the planet for a while there, gotta love working in a camp in the middle of nowhere! But, I&amp;#39;m back in the world of the living now! Yay! I don&amp;#39;t have much new news to bring, things tend to be pretty slow when you&amp;#39;re not part of the 21st century&amp;#39;s technological info stream.&lt;p&gt;I was offered a new job yesterday, however, it is in the same industry. :( although the pay would be better, I&amp;#39;d still be working away from home for extended periods of time, and I don&amp;#39;t really want to leave the security of my job right now, for something unknown that&amp;#39;s still part of the patch.&lt;p&gt;Looking forward to tweeting, chatting, emailing, and texting you all!!!&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-8081230809376085661?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/8081230809376085661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-in-black.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8081230809376085661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8081230809376085661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/back-in-black.html' title='BACK IN BLACK!!!!'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-3036284923244457375</id><published>2010-03-09T19:25:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T12:05:07.061-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of music continues</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5ftXDxl2tI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LRaBiVjhLio/s1600-h/regina-spektor-missbehave-portrait.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 249px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5ftXDxl2tI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LRaBiVjhLio/s320/regina-spektor-missbehave-portrait.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5447083254733986514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Laughing With"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God in a hospital&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God in a war&lt;br /&gt;No one's laughing at God when they're starving or freezing or so very poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God when the doctor calls after some routine tests&lt;br /&gt;No one's laughing at God when it's gotten real late and their kid's not back from that party yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God when their airplane starts to uncontrollably shake&lt;br /&gt;No one's laughing at God when they see the one they love hand in hand with someone else and they hope that they're mistaken&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God when the cops knock on their door and they say, "We've got some bad new, sir"&lt;br /&gt;No one's laughing at God when there's a famine, fire or flood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God can be funny&lt;br /&gt;At a cocktail party while listening to a good God-themed joke or&lt;br /&gt;Or when the crazies say he hates us and they get so red in the head you think that they're about to choke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God can be funny&lt;br /&gt;When told he'll give you money if you just pray the right way&lt;br /&gt;And when presented like a genie&lt;br /&gt;Who does magic like Houdini&lt;br /&gt;Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God can be so hilarious&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha&lt;br /&gt;Ha ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God in a hospital&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God in a war&lt;br /&gt;No one's laughing at God when they've lost all they got and they don't know what for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God on the day they realize that the last sight they'll ever see is a pair of hateful eyes&lt;br /&gt;No one's laughing at God when they're saying their goodbyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But God can be funny&lt;br /&gt;At a cocktail party while listening to a good God-themed joke or&lt;br /&gt;Or when the crazies say he hates us and they get so red in the head you think that they're about to choke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God can be funny&lt;br /&gt;When told he'll give you money if you just pray the right way&lt;br /&gt;And when presented like a genie&lt;br /&gt;Who does magic like Houdini&lt;br /&gt;Or grants wishes like Jiminy Cricket and Santa Claus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God can be so hilarious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God in a hospital&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God in a war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God in a hospital&lt;br /&gt;No one laughs at God in a war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's laughing at God in a hospital&lt;br /&gt;No one's laughing at God in a war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's laughing at God when they're starving or freezing or so very poor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one's laughing at God&lt;br /&gt;No one's laughing at God&lt;br /&gt;No one's laughing at God&lt;br /&gt;We're all laughing with God&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Regina Spektor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-pxRXP3w-sQ&amp;feature=channel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I absolutely LOVE Regina Spektor. Her music invokes such strong emotions for me, and the first time i heard this song, I wept. Hard, like I hadnt cried in years. There are a few songs of hers that i could have put here, but this one is just so moving....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-3036284923244457375?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/3036284923244457375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/power-of-music-continues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/3036284923244457375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/3036284923244457375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/power-of-music-continues.html' title='The Power of music continues'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5ftXDxl2tI/AAAAAAAAAEE/LRaBiVjhLio/s72-c/regina-spektor-missbehave-portrait.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-5269380411281707706</id><published>2010-03-09T18:38:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:58:58.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The power of music. this one's for you, you know who you are.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5b82JqIduI/AAAAAAAAAD0/naYdLqI2jxM/s1600-h/an.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5b82JqIduI/AAAAAAAAAD0/naYdLqI2jxM/s320/an.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446818806586963682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow me down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rushing and racing&lt;br /&gt;and running in circles&lt;br /&gt;Moving so fast, I'm forgetting my purpose&lt;br /&gt;Blur of the traffic is sending me spinning&lt;br /&gt;Getting nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My head and my heart are colliding, chaotic&lt;br /&gt;Pace of the world&lt;br /&gt;I just wish I could stop it&lt;br /&gt;Try to appear like I've got it together&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Save me&lt;br /&gt;Somebody take my hand, and lead me&lt;br /&gt;Slow me down&lt;br /&gt;Don't let love pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Just show me how&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm ready to fall&lt;br /&gt;Slow me down&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me live a lie&lt;br /&gt;Before my life flys by&lt;br /&gt;I need you to slow me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I fear that I might dissapear&lt;br /&gt;In the blur of fast forward I faulter again&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting to breathe, I need to sleep&lt;br /&gt;I'm getting nowhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All that I've missed I see in the reflection&lt;br /&gt;Passed me while I wasn't paying attention&lt;br /&gt;Tired of rushing, racing and running&lt;br /&gt;I'm falling apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me&lt;br /&gt;Oh won't you take my hand and lead me&lt;br /&gt;Slow me down&lt;br /&gt;Don't let love pass me by&lt;br /&gt;Just show me how&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm ready to fall&lt;br /&gt;Slow me down&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me live a lie&lt;br /&gt;Before my life flys by&lt;br /&gt;I need you to slow me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just show me&lt;br /&gt;I need you to slow me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The noise of the world is getting me caught up&lt;br /&gt;Chasing the clock and I wish I could stop it&lt;br /&gt;Just need to breathe, somebody please&lt;br /&gt;Slow me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - Emmy Rossum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xiLcw4juIMk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-5269380411281707706?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/5269380411281707706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/power-of-music-this-ones-for-you-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/5269380411281707706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/5269380411281707706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/power-of-music-this-ones-for-you-you.html' title='The power of music. this one&apos;s for you, you know who you are.'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5b82JqIduI/AAAAAAAAAD0/naYdLqI2jxM/s72-c/an.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-5291991931338544668</id><published>2010-03-08T18:15:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:57:22.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the power of music part deux</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5WpeSrhv-I/AAAAAAAAADI/wZSfe7F_7Pw/s1600-h/the-tragically-hip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5WpeSrhv-I/AAAAAAAAADI/wZSfe7F_7Pw/s320/the-tragically-hip.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446445662250057698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Long Time Running"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does you mother tell you things?&lt;br /&gt;Long, long when I'm gone?&lt;br /&gt;Who you talking to?&lt;br /&gt;Is she telling you I'm the one?&lt;br /&gt;It's a grave mistake and I'm wide awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drive-In's rained out&lt;br /&gt;Weatherman wet-fingers the sky&lt;br /&gt;He pokes it out, he pulls it in&lt;br /&gt;He don't know why&lt;br /&gt;It's the same mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time running&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time running&lt;br /&gt;It's well worth the wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't go anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Just on trips&lt;br /&gt;We haven't seen a thing&lt;br /&gt;We still don't know where it is&lt;br /&gt;It's a safe mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time running&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time running&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, well it's all the same mistake&lt;br /&gt;Dead to rights and wide awake&lt;br /&gt;I'll drop a caribou, I'll tell on you&lt;br /&gt;I'll tell on you, I'll tell on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a boat-load O'nerve&lt;br /&gt;But I would say you've been told&lt;br /&gt;You work me against my friends&lt;br /&gt;And you'll get left out in the cold&lt;br /&gt;It's the same mistake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time running&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time running&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long, long, long time running&lt;br /&gt;It's well worth the wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; - The Tragically Hip&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, what to say about, in my opinion, the single most important artist in Canadian music history. They are truly poets. Their music has the power to inspire, their stories bring wonder and awe to young and old. Go to any local bar, tavern, pub, or other licenced drinking establishment in Canada on kareoke night and if you choose one of their songs, you'll have the whole place singing along with you. Ive had the incredible oppourtunity to see them live, twice. And it was one of the most moving experiences of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KSr9GI0Ob1c&amp;feature=related&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-5291991931338544668?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/5291991931338544668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/power-of-music-part-deux.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/5291991931338544668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/5291991931338544668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/power-of-music-part-deux.html' title='the power of music part deux'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5WpeSrhv-I/AAAAAAAAADI/wZSfe7F_7Pw/s72-c/the-tragically-hip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-7463396740113485730</id><published>2010-03-08T15:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T19:21:27.411-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gentleman Who Fell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5cCD5HU35I/AAAAAAAAAD8/hhYG5eVkSjY/s1600-h/falling+apart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5cCD5HU35I/AAAAAAAAAD8/hhYG5eVkSjY/s320/falling+apart.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446824540222316434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having so much time alone makes it a lot easier to reflect on one's emotions. Ive discovered its easier to lie, and put on that brave face. What dreams may come? Ive truly discovered that depression really is anger without the enthusiasm. I want to burst out from myself, and scream at the top of my lungs. I have no road map for the path im on now. lost. Hopefully there's enough light left in my life to show me the way home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-7463396740113485730?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/7463396740113485730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/gentleman-who-fell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7463396740113485730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7463396740113485730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/gentleman-who-fell.html' title='The Gentleman Who Fell'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5cCD5HU35I/AAAAAAAAAD8/hhYG5eVkSjY/s72-c/falling+apart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-7227987109933025251</id><published>2010-03-08T12:49:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-08T18:59:17.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Power of Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5WpNSDLfoI/AAAAAAAAADA/3C5rY2qZvog/s1600-h/imgAudioslave1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5WpNSDLfoI/AAAAAAAAADA/3C5rY2qZvog/s320/imgAudioslave1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446445370023050882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Certain kinds of music have the power to pull an inner curtain aside, so to speak, so that we become temporarily aware of parts of ourselves which are usually inaccessible. What is experienced in these moments is a rare opportunity to feel something at a more ethereal level. Being a music geek, I cannot tell you how many times I&amp;#39;ll hear a song, and it either has me bursting out laughing or uncontrollably sobbing, be it from the lyrics or its association to a particular memory. So, I&amp;#39;ve decided that I&amp;#39;m going to throw some posts in about songs or artists that I personally want to give a shout out to. Why? Because I can! Lol, its my Blog! &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;Be Yourself&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt;Someone falls to pieces&lt;br /&gt;Sleeping all alone&lt;br /&gt;Someone kills the pain&lt;br /&gt;Spinning in the silence&lt;br /&gt;To finally drift away&lt;br /&gt;Someone gets excited&lt;br /&gt;In a chapel yard&lt;br /&gt;Catches a bouquet&lt;br /&gt;Another lays a dozen&lt;br /&gt;White roses on a grave&lt;p&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;br /&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;p&gt;Someone finds salvation in everyone&lt;br /&gt;And another only pain&lt;br /&gt;Someone tries to hide himself&lt;br /&gt;Down inside himself he prays&lt;br /&gt;Someone swears his true love&lt;br /&gt;Until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;Another runs away&lt;br /&gt;Separate or united?&lt;br /&gt;Healthy or insane?&lt;p&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;br /&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;br /&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;br /&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;p&gt;And even when you&amp;#39;ve paid enough, been pulled apart or been held up&lt;br /&gt;With every single memory of the good or bad faces of luck&lt;br /&gt;don&amp;#39;t lose any sleep tonight&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;#39;m sure everything will end up alright&lt;p&gt;You may win or lose&lt;p&gt;But to be yourself is all that you can do&lt;br /&gt;To be yourself is all that you can do&lt;p&gt;- Audioslave &lt;p&gt;So, I have loved this song for a long time and I really believe Chris Cornell is one of the most incredible song writers of our time. He&amp;#39;s been a relevant part of the music industry for 3 separate decades, has had success in group settings, and with a solo career. The frontman for Soundgarden, Temple of the Dog, and Audioslave. Love his music! Lol, and I&amp;#39;m sure if he asked, as Kevin Smith so poignantly said, &amp;quot;I&amp;#39;d take a shot in the mouth!&amp;quot; lol ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3dJJ1bPzhcg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-7227987109933025251?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/7227987109933025251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/certain-kinds-of-music-have-power-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7227987109933025251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7227987109933025251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/certain-kinds-of-music-have-power-to.html' title='The Power of Music'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5WpNSDLfoI/AAAAAAAAADA/3C5rY2qZvog/s72-c/imgAudioslave1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-4665939974105637013</id><published>2010-03-07T14:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T14:34:22.405-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ouch. And not the good ouch. The shitty ouch.</title><content type='html'>Me = Idiot. So I don&amp;#39;t know how much you guys know about trucking, or the equipment on the truck, but I hurt myself today.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ve been disconnected from my trailer so I can travel between the hotel and the lease location. We&amp;#39;re finished up here on location, and so I had to &amp;quot;dolly on&amp;quot; to the trailer. Well, on the trailer, there are things called &amp;quot;dolly legs&amp;quot; they&amp;#39;re like the kickstand that holds a trailer up when there&amp;#39;s no tractor under it. And. There&amp;#39;s a crank to raise or lower these legs. Well, I had gotten all connected up, and was just getting ready to lift those up. I grabbed the handle, and there was quite a bit of tension on it, so I bore down and put some muscle into it. Well, I was wearing gloves. Greasy gloves. The handle slipped from my hands and whipped around. Normally, not a big deal. Unless, like me, you happen to have your face in the way of that metal handle that&amp;#39;s whipping around. It was moving so fast I didn&amp;#39;t even see it until my right cheek stopped it in its tracks. Like I said &amp;quot;ouch&amp;quot; not to mention a few other choice 4 letter words that may have been uttered.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lmao, if you&amp;#39;ve seen the movie &amp;quot;Tommy Boy&amp;quot; with the late Chris Farley, there&amp;#39;s a scene where David Spayde smokes him with a 2x4. He points at his face and says &amp;quot;it hurts, not up here, and not so much down here, but RIGHT here.&amp;quot; pointing at a big red mark on his cheek. Lol, that&amp;#39;s how I feel right now.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Lame &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-4665939974105637013?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/4665939974105637013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/ouch-and-not-good-ouch-shitty-ouch.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/4665939974105637013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/4665939974105637013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/ouch-and-not-good-ouch-shitty-ouch.html' title='Ouch. And not the good ouch. The shitty ouch.'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-3038766700131379707</id><published>2010-03-07T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T11:39:03.581-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"We are either kings or pawns of men" - Napoleon Bonaparte</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5Pyx5PjQ3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/7y1rnJWSaYw/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FY2hlc3Nfa2luZ19hbmRfcGF3bnMuanBn%3F%3D-743582"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5Pyx5PjQ3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/7y1rnJWSaYw/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FY2hlc3Nfa2luZ19hbmRfcGF3bnMuanBn%3F%3D-743582"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445963313414620018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So, I&amp;#39;m sitting on location with nothing to do. So I watched a movie! I&amp;#39;ve seen this movie many times, and it still never fails to entertain. Very well done. I wonder, from the pic, and the quote, can my loyal readers deduce the title of one of my fave movies?&lt;p&gt;I&amp;#39;m sure with google its a matter of seconds before you figure it out. But, I guess such is the world we live in!&lt;p&gt;Well, take care all!&lt;p&gt;J&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-3038766700131379707?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/3038766700131379707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-are-either-kings-or-pawns-of-men.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/3038766700131379707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/3038766700131379707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/we-are-either-kings-or-pawns-of-men.html' title='&quot;We are either kings or pawns of men&quot; - Napoleon Bonaparte'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5Pyx5PjQ3I/AAAAAAAAAC4/7y1rnJWSaYw/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FY2hlc3Nfa2luZ19hbmRfcGF3bnMuanBn%3F%3D-743582' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-859832497101677064</id><published>2010-03-07T07:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T07:43:25.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>“Dream as if you'll live forever, live as if you'll die today.” - James Dean</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5O7jXW6-SI/AAAAAAAAACw/gGWqIQJ4PZ8/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FaW5zcGlyYXRpb25hbC1xdW90ZXMtMi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-705656"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5O7jXW6-SI/AAAAAAAAACw/gGWqIQJ4PZ8/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FaW5zcGlyYXRpb25hbC1xdW90ZXMtMi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-705656"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445902590661032226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So, I didn&amp;#39;t really have anything to Blog about, but I really needed to chat with the readers. Its quite nice to just stand up on the soap box and quietly bask in the feeling that even when there&amp;#39;s nothing to say, there are people listening.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;m tired. Not just sleepy, I feel old. Worn out. Like the world is in the process of chewing me up like over cooked meat. The days string along like paper dolls, hand in hand as separate entities, but, inevitably still connected eternally. Its nice sometimes, I do have fleeting moments of joy, sleeping in on a day off, seeing a particular piece of countryside that speaks to me like a good book, hearing a great Stewart McLean story on the CBC&amp;#39;s Vinyl Cafe (today at noon mountain time!), moments of peace or anger, or motivation, or heartbreak while hearing a moving piece of music.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;These moments are few and far between. I want to feel like a boy again. The curiosity and wonder. The feeling of play. The ecstasy of youth. It seems like I haven&amp;#39;t had that feeling of wonderfully chaotic excitement in too long.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Well, now that I&amp;#39;ve thoroughly depressed you all, lol, I&amp;#39;ll take my leave of you. Keep smiling! ;)  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tomorrow&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;The sun&amp;#39;ll come out tomorrow,&lt;br&gt;Bet your bottom dollar that&lt;br&gt;tomorrow,&lt;br&gt;there&amp;#39;ll be sun!&lt;br&gt;Just thinking about tomorrow&lt;br&gt;Clears away the cobwebs and&lt;br&gt;the sorrow till there&amp;#39;s none.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;When I&amp;#39;m stuck with a day&lt;br&gt;that&amp;#39;s gray and lonely,&lt;br&gt;I just stick out my chin&lt;br&gt;and grin and say:&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Oh! The sun&amp;#39;ll come out tomorrow&lt;br&gt;So you got to hang on till tomorrow&lt;br&gt;come what may!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya tomorrow,&lt;br&gt;you&amp;#39;re always a day away!&lt;br&gt;Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya tomorrow,&lt;br&gt;you&amp;#39;re only a day away!&lt;br&gt;Tomorrow, tomorrow, I love ya tomorrow,&lt;br&gt;you&amp;#39;re always a day away! &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;- Lea Salonga&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-859832497101677064?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/859832497101677064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/dream-as-if-youll-live-forever-live-as.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/859832497101677064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/859832497101677064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/dream-as-if-youll-live-forever-live-as.html' title='“Dream as if you&apos;ll live forever, live as if you&apos;ll die today.” - James Dean'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5O7jXW6-SI/AAAAAAAAACw/gGWqIQJ4PZ8/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FaW5zcGlyYXRpb25hbC1xdW90ZXMtMi5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-705656' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-6570298004518819474</id><published>2010-03-07T00:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T00:17:12.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly the Aryan skies. Not.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5NS-DHHPeI/AAAAAAAAACo/bZNb0RZUMSk/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc291dGh3ZXN0X2FpcmxpbmVzX2xvZ28tMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-732817"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5NS-DHHPeI/AAAAAAAAACo/bZNb0RZUMSk/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc291dGh3ZXN0X2FpcmxpbmVzX2xvZ28tMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-732817"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445787600361569762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So, I don&amp;#39;t know if you&amp;#39;ve followed this story of hateful malice against the general public, but its struck a chord with me, and I hope all you fellow bloggers will join the fight against this spiteful, tactless corporation. The incredible movie director Kevin Smith was placed in an unbelievably embarrassing situation because of some horribly misguided staff members of this company. To make matters worse, they not only refused to accept responsibility for their actions, they lied to their paying customers and the general public.&lt;p&gt;I urge you to take some time out of your day and go to &lt;a href="http://www.smodcast.com"&gt;www.smodcast.com&lt;/a&gt; and watch the archived episodes 106 and 107. Another example of a large corporation with too much power, trying to beat down the little guy. Please make mention of this if you can, and show this company that this is the kind of actions that the public will not tolerate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-6570298004518819474?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/6570298004518819474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/fly-aryan-skies-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/6570298004518819474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/6570298004518819474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/fly-aryan-skies-not.html' title='Fly the Aryan skies. Not.'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5NS-DHHPeI/AAAAAAAAACo/bZNb0RZUMSk/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3Fc291dGh3ZXN0X2FpcmxpbmVzX2xvZ28tMS5qcGc%3D%3F%3D-732817' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-2926290379098984659</id><published>2010-03-06T12:22:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T13:14:27.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"you're going to find that many of the truths we cling to depend greatly on our own point of view."      —Obi-Wan Kenobi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5K2jU8iBlI/AAAAAAAAACg/OaF588qXkhA/s1600-h/padme.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5K2jU8iBlI/AAAAAAAAACg/OaF588qXkhA/s320/padme.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445615617478624850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5K0_GpPIHI/AAAAAAAAACY/ylR5odEhR8k/s1600-h/obi+and+padme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5K0_GpPIHI/AAAAAAAAACY/ylR5odEhR8k/s320/obi+and+padme.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445613895652679794" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O.M.G.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was chatting with a good friend on msn this morning after leaving work, as they don't need me out there right now, and we had a really nice short chat about life and whats going on with things right now. Some of you may read her blog, as it has been mentioned in The Globe and Mail, the book "the Peep Diaries", "the Walrus" magazine, CBC Radio, and she's been nominated for years for numerous Bloggers choice awards. Thats right, i cant believe it either, i'm friends with a famous person!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway Im talking to Padme  http://darkside-journey.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;and she decided it was time for her to head out and do a post. A few moments later, she came back on and asked me if I, little ol me!, would like a Star Wars name???!! Dude! So cool! She asked what one i'd like, and I told he she could choose, and, wouldn't you know it, she chose the COOLEST character for me! Obi-Wan Kenobi!!! AAAAAND, she mentioned me on HER famous blog!!! BAD ASS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I want ALLLL of you who read her to go here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://bloggerschoiceawards.com/blogs/show/33526&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://bloggerschoiceawards.com/blogs/show/33525&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://bloggerschoiceawards.com/blogs/show/33524&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and vote for her!! GO! NOW!, I'll wait!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that youve gone and voted (not voting is a spankable offence!!) i'll let yall enjoy and bask in the glory that is padme and Anakin/Darth Vader!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still freaking out here!!!! lol woot woot!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CnjaUoR15dU&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-2926290379098984659?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/2926290379098984659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/youre-going-to-find-that-many-of-truths.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/2926290379098984659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/2926290379098984659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/youre-going-to-find-that-many-of-truths.html' title='&quot;you&apos;re going to find that many of the truths we cling to depend greatly on our own point of view.&quot;      —Obi-Wan Kenobi'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5K2jU8iBlI/AAAAAAAAACg/OaF588qXkhA/s72-c/padme.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-7396056369477014751</id><published>2010-03-06T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T07:41:10.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm half the man I used to be. This I feel as the dawn. It fades to grey.</title><content type='html'>So, sitting on location, in stupid Saskatchewan again. I would much rather be getting up at 2 in the morning back in red deer, than having to work out in this shit hole some more...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Little b went to Realm last night, been following her tweets and chatting with her. Lol, sounds like she had fun! I wish I coulda gone! It sounded like so much fun!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I am gonna be taking the leftover 4 feet of lexan rod and cutting it in half when I get home. I am gonna polish it up and make a handle for the 2 of them. One I&amp;#39;ve promised to b, she really enjoys it! And the other, I&amp;#39;m not sure. I have a 3 foot one still, that I&amp;#39;ll be cutting down to 2 and a half, and I want to give the extra one to someone who will get some good use out of it. Any takers? I plan to make a nice handle, but I haven&amp;#39;t decided how or with what. I was thinking about picking up some leather and making a nice braided handle, but I&amp;#39;ve never done that before and I&amp;#39;m not sure how. I was thinking of maybe using some nice red twine too, not sure how that would work out tho....any suggestions? I may even hold a contest or something with the prize being the homemade cane and a homemade paddle and maybe some other fun home made toys! Thoughts?&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;J&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Adam: What are your qualifications? &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Betelgeuse: Ah. Well... I attended Juilliard... I&amp;#39;m a graduate of the Harvard business school. I travel quite extensively. I lived through the Black Plague and had a pretty good time during that. I&amp;#39;ve seen the EXORCIST ABOUT A HUNDRED AND SIXTY-SEVEN TIMES, AND IT KEEPS GETTING FUNNIER EVERY SINGLE TIME I SEE IT... NOT TO MENTION THE FACT THAT YOU&amp;#39;RE TALKING TO A DEAD GUY... NOW WHAT DO YOU THINK? You think I&amp;#39;m qualified?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-7396056369477014751?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/7396056369477014751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-half-man-i-used-to-be-this-i-feel-as.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7396056369477014751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7396056369477014751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-half-man-i-used-to-be-this-i-feel-as.html' title='I&apos;m half the man I used to be. This I feel as the dawn. It fades to grey.'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-6127547370238496638</id><published>2010-03-03T08:10:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T08:10:25.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"No one plans to take the road that leads you lower."</title><content type='html'>Well, when I first heard this song, I thought it was ok, but after actually listening to the lyrics, I&amp;#39;ve decided its quite poignant.&lt;p&gt;Your Decision - Alice in Chains &lt;p&gt;Time to change has come and gone&lt;br&gt;Watched your fears become your god&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s your decision&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s your decision&lt;p&gt;Overwhelmed, you chose to run&lt;br&gt;Apathetic to the stunned&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s your decision&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s your decision&lt;p&gt;You feed the fire that burned us all&lt;br&gt;When you lie&lt;br&gt;To feel the pain that spurs you on&lt;br&gt;Black inside&lt;p&gt;No one plans to take the path that brings you lower&lt;br&gt;And here you stand before us all and say it&amp;#39;s over&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s over&lt;p&gt;It might seem an afterthought&lt;br&gt;Yes, it hurts to you know you&amp;#39;re bought&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s your decision&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s your decision&lt;p&gt;You feed the fire that burned us all&lt;br&gt;When you lie&lt;br&gt;To feel the pain that spurs you on&lt;br&gt;Black inside&lt;p&gt;It&amp;#39;s your decision&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s your decision&lt;p&gt;No one plans to take the path that brings you lower&lt;br&gt;And here you stand before us all and say it&amp;#39;s over&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s over &lt;p&gt;Time to change has come and gone&lt;br&gt;Watched your fears become your god&lt;br&gt;It&amp;#39;s your decision&lt;p&gt;I can&amp;#39;t help but feel some connection to what he&amp;#39;s singing about here. I have sent out applications and resumes to dozens of places, and knocked on doors and pounded pavement. I&amp;#39;ve talked to a whole bunch of friends and family looking for some kind of backdoor way into a new career. I feel like now that I&amp;#39;m at the age I&amp;#39;m at now, I&amp;#39;ve become stuck following the path I&amp;#39;ve fallen into. I feel doomed to look to my past and wish I&amp;#39;d made some better choices, and now that I&amp;#39;ve made the wrong ones, my road to nowhere is set. I guess I&amp;#39;m having another melancholy day in a lifetime of them, with only the expectation that I have countless more to come.&lt;p&gt;I had a rough night last night. Everything seemed to be going well yesterday, and even got off location early, headed back to the shop to wash and found out they didn&amp;#39;t have the info in the next job yet. So, I didn&amp;#39;t get to load any product till around 5PM. Got home around 7:30 and I was gonna call b, but ended up crashing pretty much as soon as I walked in the door. I&amp;#39;m looking forward to getting my T4 so I can do my taxes and find out how much of my hard earned money ended up in the pockets of the Canadian gov&amp;#39;t. Lame.&lt;p&gt;I saw that b was inquiring about acquiring a lexan rod on her twitter yesterday, and because I have so much extra, and I&amp;#39;m not really usin it at the moment anyway, I told her she could have it under a condition. I didn&amp;#39;t tell her what the condition was tho, lol, just cause I know it drives her batty not knowing! ;) he he he I&amp;#39;m such a brat!&lt;p&gt;I said on twitter this morning that I haven&amp;#39;t been blogging very often, and I need some motivation. I feel like in the doldrums I&amp;#39;m currently residing in, I&amp;#39;ve gotten complacent with many areas of my life. I&amp;#39;ve put on a bit of weight, started smoking again :(, and I&amp;#39;m not blogging or trying to better myself very much. Even though I&amp;#39;m a Dominant, I feel like my life could benefit very much from someone to give me a good lickin now and again to keep me in track and focused. Not to mention the sexual frustration I&amp;#39;m feeling as of late! God damn I need to roughly fuck someone! Lol.&lt;p&gt;Well, back to the grindstone! Take care all!&lt;p&gt;J&lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If it ain&amp;#39;t broke, don&amp;#39;t fix it&amp;#39; is the slogan of the complacent, the arrogant or the scared. It&amp;#39;s an excuse for inaction, a call to non-arms.&amp;quot;&lt;p&gt; - Colin Powell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-6127547370238496638?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/6127547370238496638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-one-plans-to-take-road-that-leads.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/6127547370238496638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/6127547370238496638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-one-plans-to-take-road-that-leads.html' title='&quot;No one plans to take the road that leads you lower.&quot;'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-7839998624408714685</id><published>2010-03-01T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T07:45:08.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Champions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S4vS9TvP7VI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NO92cNpCZRg/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbHVvbmdvaHVnLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-708980"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S4vS9TvP7VI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NO92cNpCZRg/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbHVvbmdvaHVnLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-708980"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443676525319679314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I am still reeling after the gold medal hockey game yesterday afternoon.  Our country held its collective breath after the USA tied the game with 24 seconds left in the 3rd period.  And then, just over 7 minutes into the overtime period, Sidney Crosby, from the incredible feed by Jerome Iginla, went 5 hole on Miller, to bring an entire nation to its feet, in screaming and cheering glory. The pride of our nation, is at an all time high. With that goal, Canada now holds the Olympic record for most gold medals EVER won by a country in the winter Olympic games. Watching the highlights and montages of Canadian athletes doing their collective best, brought a tear to my eye. Euphoria. Passion. And national pride. Thank you, athletes,  for helping us stand tall, and teaching us again, that it is a wonderful thing to be Canadian.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-7839998624408714685?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/7839998624408714685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/champions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7839998624408714685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7839998624408714685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/03/champions.html' title='Champions.'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S4vS9TvP7VI/AAAAAAAAACQ/NO92cNpCZRg/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FbHVvbmdvaHVnLmpwZw%3D%3D%3F%3D-708980' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-7472652406187916220</id><published>2010-02-28T16:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T16:44:35.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EH! BITCHES.</title><content type='html'>IGINLA TO CROSBY, HE SCORES!!!!!!!!!!!!! That game was un-fucking-believeable. Full of tension, joy, heartbreak, and elation and relief! God, I&amp;#39;m still freaking out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-7472652406187916220?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/7472652406187916220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/02/eh-bitches.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7472652406187916220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/7472652406187916220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/02/eh-bitches.html' title='EH! BITCHES.'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-168955166907388135</id><published>2010-02-28T08:12:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-28T10:47:12.767-07:00</updated><title type='text'>”Call them pros, call them mercenaries -- but in fact they are just grown-up kids who have learned on the frozen creek or flooded corner lot that hockey is the greatest thrill of all." - Lester Patrick</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="mobile-photo"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S4qH9wXy9iI/AAAAAAAAACI/CEp_oj429_g/s1600-h/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FdGVhbWNhbmFkYTE5NzIuanBn%3F%3D-775822"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S4qH9wXy9iI/AAAAAAAAACI/CEp_oj429_g/s320/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FdGVhbWNhbmFkYTE5NzIuanBn%3F%3D-775822"  border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5443312594657146402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;It all comes down to today. One game. 60 more minutes of passion to achieve glory. Today, at 1:15PM Mountain Standard time, our Canadian men go for gold in Olympic hockey against the USA. Its gut check time boys. Let&amp;#39;s do this! Bring us fans and lovers of this little game to our feet, and revel in the cheers heard across the country! GO CANADA GO!!!&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k1GBuVy7Jf4"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k1GBuVy7Jf4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-168955166907388135?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/168955166907388135/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/02/call-them-pros-call-them-mercenaries.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/168955166907388135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/168955166907388135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/02/call-them-pros-call-them-mercenaries.html' title='”Call them pros, call them mercenaries -- but in fact they are just grown-up kids who have learned on the frozen creek or flooded corner lot that hockey is the greatest thrill of all.&quot; - Lester Patrick'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S4qH9wXy9iI/AAAAAAAAACI/CEp_oj429_g/s72-c/%3D%3Futf-8%3FB%3FdGVhbWNhbmFkYTE5NzIuanBn%3F%3D-775822' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6131292203341485580.post-8739128203540096677</id><published>2010-02-26T20:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T20:30:15.462-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"A pessimist is a man who thinks all women are bad. An optimist is a man who hopes they are." - Chauncey Mitchell Depew</title><content type='html'>So, I&amp;#39;ve been having spotty service with where I&amp;#39;ve been working. Sometimes I have 1 or 2 bars, others, just a big x. Lol. When I do have service, and I&amp;#39;m not run off my feet busy, I jump on twitter or check out the growing list of unread Blog updates. I was pretty cited to see that b was headed to realm tonight! I was very surprised at my own physical reaction to her tweet regarding picking up a boy! I actually got VERY aroused at the thought! I wonder if some lucky boy is gonna get his cock sucked the way I used to.....;) not to mention the serious hard bare assed spanking I&amp;#39;m sure she has earned herself by now!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I tried calling her the other day, but, like I said, spotty service. She tried to call me back, but, alas, I was already in the &amp;quot;twilight zone.&amp;quot; *insert creepy music here* &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;I&amp;#39;ve had an unexpected side effect to this whole &amp;quot;hitting the reset button on the Nintendo of life&amp;quot; thing. I&amp;#39;m a fucking walking hard on. Lmao. Every time I have a spare moment I&amp;#39;m &amp;quot;adjusting&amp;quot; my package! Wtf? The little guy needs some serious attention!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Anyway, ttfn....&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&amp;quot;You know, I was on this plane once. And I&amp;#39;m sittin&amp;#39; there and the captain comes on and he does his whole, &amp;quot;We&amp;#39;ll be cruising at 35,000 feet,&amp;quot; then he puts the mike down but he forgets to turn it off. Then he turns to the copilot and goes, &amp;quot;You know, all I could go for right now is a fuckin&amp;#39; blow job and a cup of coffee.&amp;quot; So the stewardess fuckin&amp;#39; goes bombin&amp;#39; up from the back of the plane to tell him the mic&amp;#39;s still on, and this guy behind me goes, &amp;quot;Hey hon, don&amp;#39;t forget the coffee!&amp;quot; - Matt Damon (Good Will Hunting)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6131292203341485580-8739128203540096677?l=musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/feeds/8739128203540096677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/02/pessimist-is-man-who-thinks-all-women.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8739128203540096677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6131292203341485580/posts/default/8739128203540096677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://musingsofadiscipliner.blogspot.com/2010/02/pessimist-is-man-who-thinks-all-women.html' title='&quot;A pessimist is a man who thinks all women are bad. An optimist is a man who hopes they are.&quot; - Chauncey Mitchell Depew'/><author><name>Sir</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05656626194060443729</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_BOckbWHLw_U/S5W3zounGdI/AAAAAAAAADU/IhgxH-bT6XM/S220/200px-OldBen%27sGhost.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
