idjits

Recently I received yet another vitriolic, semi-coherent rant message, this time from a Flickr member. Apparently, they had added me as a friend or contact some time ago, and had grown impatient waiting for me to reciprocate. Well boo-hoo honey, I have a life outside of the internet, and sometimes that life takes precedence.

Interesting thing about these net-crazies who somehow get it into their heads that total strangers actually OWE them something, or that the Apollo moon landings were faked, or that President Obama is a crypto-muslim. Before the web came along, one didn't run into such folks very often. But now it seems that every paranoid schizophrenic with a talking toaster has internet access, and therefore a voice and a platform from which to shout with it. Bleh.

Unfortunately, I haven't much positive or fetishy to talk about this time. My mundane life hasn't been very fun lately. I'm still trying to talk my partner into taking portraits of me while I'm dressed up. I haven't any new clothes, but I have a pile of torn rubber.

A few weekends ago, I threw out all of the old latex that I thought was unlikely to be repairable. It was a depressing amount of weight. I've had a pile of latex needing repairs lying around for some time, but for some reason I haven't been able to make myself sit down and do it. One thing that will make it a pain in the butt is that it all has silicone on it, which means I have to clean the rubber with solvent over and over and over again to get the silicone off so the glue will work. Nothing like gassing yourself with heptane fumes. I need to get one of those painter's filter gas mask things.