Icarus's blog: "Somantics"

I got that... set up thing
tomorrow.
7
christian's place

a little nervous

mostly because I'm expected to be scintillating and the lead on conversation

I always am
but I don't -do- pressure.

I'm still willing to bet the blonde won't show.
Which is the whole point I'm agreeing to this
then its half day friday, drive several hours...
wig the fuck out in public like I always do

I spent most of my time off today administering first aid to my dog and having a conversation (propositioning) someone.

I'm blogging and not receiving a tongue bath tied to a bedpost
draw your own conclusions

I did have some time to look at gundam mods
there's this guy
... god he does sexy things
and I'm... not sure how.

I see sanding marks
I see what appears to be... putty? and molded resin? and plastic plating
this guy is a GOD of body extensions.

Let me give you a "shadamn" moment.

Before: After

Fully articulated custom fingers.

An ass load of surface mods.

I hang my head in shame.

Oh right
so the excitement with Clover
first off
dog smells like infection.
Could be that I need to clean her ears again, could be that she's in heat, could be that she's still got skin issues, but when I was outside playing with her I got caught on her broken claw from a couple weeks ago, and I was looking at it and

there was this big yellow blob on the edge of it, it was... soft but felt rubbery kinda like reticulon not scab or blood/puss

it was about the size of a pencil eraser
anyway, I gently pulled at it, and it came off with no resistance
...and blood proceeded to GUSH from my dog's foot.

Wonderful. I prodded a soft infected blood clot and tore a scab off of the quick

15 minutes later I have my dog in an intricate (but gentle) laying judo head/body lock applying pressure to the bleed

15 minutes later than this, the blood is slowing but not stopped so I look up how to make a poultice/paste out of cornstarch and disinfectant

15 more minutes of laying on the ground and convincing my dog of how important it is that she give me her hand and let me keep it
and the paste sets, the blood stops.

I rinse. I drink more beer. I brush an assload of cornstarch off my favorite jeans and tell my dog I love her.

Now here we are. Anticipating another allergy/asthma attack, and preempting it by downing enough off-brand antihystemene to sink a yacht.

Good
fucking
times.

I do not want to do this thing tomorrow.
I just want to fast forward to the very long sex-romps
the head on shoulders
and the innevitable explosive break up.

The robots don't talk back
but occasionally I fuck up the masking.