Archive for August, 2007

Good God! & I’m Sorry & I’m really, really tired.

Thursday, August 30th, 2007

I have been trying for two days now to post a simple silly sound file that I thing most of you will get a kick out of.  Frankly…. I need a more user friendly host.  This GoDaddy thing just doesn’t cut it.  Not only is the blog interface full of holes, there’s no functional online editor, and frankly, I’m not exactly stupid, why won’t sound files installed here, or even those housed & linked to another host post here?

Crock a **** that’s wheat.

I’m not totally silent or hiding folks.  I discovered that my old blogspot blog deleted everything I had in archives recently, so I’ve been hunting down & restoring everything I can.  I’m slowly getting there, but as some of you know I lost much transitioning from MS to the world’s buggiest MAC & can’t resurrect anything created on my MAC (more than a year’s work)

It’s way past time to assemble everything and secure it… can you believe that’s more than 2000 limericks & poems, 210 short stories, 8 multichapter stories and almost 400 drawings?  I’m almost paealyzed by the chore…

The drawings, though slow going will be easiest since I have all but a handful of the originals.  It’s my writing that’s going to be hardest to properly restore.  I backed up my blog but never noticed that the saved format will take months of effort concentrated on only deciphering it before I glean any of it.  Yes I have originals.. It’s getting them up again that feels almost overwhelming.   - could there be a dominant svengali out there who’d consider redirectig my mortal purpose to restoring what’s gotten obscurred and then maybe supporting me to make more?    LOLOLOLOLOLOL

Lots of people wanted me gone.  There are hardly even any more cache pages left even.  Eeeep!  Wil I live long enough to top em?

LOLOLOL.

love

patty

 

animals treated better than people of color???????????

Friday, August 24th, 2007

Take a flying fucking leap Micheal Erik Dean PHD.  Your rabid idiocy gives brand new credibility to the ancillary meaning for PHD… ‘Piled higher and deeper’ and yes that would be the extension of - BS = bull shit, and MS = mega shit degrees.’ You’ve buffed and oiled soooo much more shit onto gaining a doctorate with this stance!?!  How could you?   Yours is clearly a doctorate in stupidity.  You demean every professional daring to use your credentials!  For you to dare suggest that your perceptions of how Michael Vick is being treated are academically based is disturbing!  What a load of dung!  When a black man, heck when any person (man or woman, white, black or green) especially someone who is banking and reaping huge social rewards as a beloved sports role model, tortures animals and is caught torturing animals, there’s no possible legitimacy in any claim of racism whatsoever.  That’s like the long misunderstood, just trying to make a living, defense that white folks use when they put up the “poor white trash” defense for running puppy mills.  

People of every race love animals.  Suggesting blacks don’t or some how love them differently so that cruelty is easier for blacks to indulge in/accept is ludicrous.   Despising and criminalizing those who torture dogs is simply not and NEVER has been an issue of race.  It’s an issue of human decency and compassion.   PERIOD!

Cock & dog fighting, puppy mills… frankly I do see a disparity in who gets presecuted, but I suggest that is less a factor of law enforcement’s motives than it is the demographics of the target criminals.  Here in TX at least, I can tell you that uneducated (poo white trash) Whites milk the lucrative puppy mill end;  Hispanics milk the cock fighting realm, and blacks own the pitt bull fighting dog realm.  Each cluster is equally marginal.

Who buys?  Who consumes?  I wish I could grap.  Virtually none are prosecuted.., so consumer stats don’t really exist.

There are thousands of cultural, ethnic and racial factors that impact economic and human choices.  Michael Vick as a privileged person, cannot claim any legitimate economic, cultural or ethnic motive though …  If he’s stupid enough to claim race as his motive he insults and indicts billions of people as intrinsically/genetically detached from life.  You know this. 

Wake up and smell the coffee.  Produce real numbers to support your isinuations please… ok so, we both know you can’t.  To suggest there is some racial, cultural, ethnic or even economic strata that explains, and so, “legitimizes” cruelty to batter, electrocute or torture any living animal is NOT a racial, ethnic or cultural issue, it is a human issue.

Michael Vick was NOT singled out because he’s black!  He was singled out because as a public, extremely entitled, beyond well paid human being, he carried on horrible & despicable activities for no possible reasons beyond greed or inherent cruelty.

Are black people alone being accused or found guilty of this?  Of course not!  More whites than any others are caught, convicted & driven undergound for puppy mill running … more blacks for pittbull fighting rings … more whites & hispanics (depending on state - Whites far exceding Hispanics)  for cock fighting rings.  The animal cruelty arena especially is one of the least racial demographically!

This whole crock of dung makes me ill!.  Who on earth could defend, never mind dare use such stupid, blatantly ridiculous, little more than self serving grasps at distracting, ridiculous, academic blither to chatter away what it really means that a man making millions of dollars based on love and respect for his ability, secretly maintained what we can only pray was a superficial connection to a crew that brutalized dogs.   I’m just not going there, that this poor misunderstood extremely graced black man represents anyone but himself - a criminal who’d be guilty whether he was an entitled athlete or not.

growl!

Still working on my site

Tuesday, August 21st, 2007

Since my creative muse has been on the scarce side, I’ve put my energies to tinkering.  Do you like the click to enlarge thumbnails I’ve started adding to the bottom of the left margin?  Since the margins with this template on both sides are so nice and long, I figured I could start using them by clustering and rotating thumbnail links by type of image - erotic, punishment, strap, otk, etc.

I also have to restore the links to all my old stories and consolidate them within the pages on Pattysgallery.com .  I noticed last month that even though I copied all the archive links back on my old blog some time back, and they worked when I did that, that blogspot seems to have skimmed them off so the links don’t work any more.  It’s going to take some time to get that done…  

I could use a spankin that’s sure

A sore bum would certainly cure

The funk that I’m in

This cussin’s a sin

Though busy work has been a lure

Staying sane through the tinker and tweek

While not really making me meek

Has kept down the rants

That would lose me my pants

Then tipped otk with a shreik

or alternatively

I’ve been wishin for a spankin’

All the live long day

I’ve been cruisin for a bruisin’

Just to pass the time away

Don’t you hear my whistle blowin’

As spanking thoughts are born

Can’t you see the paddle flyin’

Till my bare bottom’s truly worn

Oh well…. that’s me today… Peek in and say hey… ;)

Redocorating…

Saturday, August 18th, 2007

Hope you like this new look.   Seems nice and clean and flexible. 

note:  I’ve found a way to make the Personal Ads more robust… & yeah being an optimist I put mine up again… If you want a personal Ad, please e-mail me with your desired content.  I will edit it for possibly dangerous disclosures and unless it’s too out of character with this site, I’ll give you your own page.  Only the Ad poster may include e-mail or links.  Due to the possibility of soliciting underage contact I can’t have commenters inviting all comers to contact them, nor can I have Ad posters using this site for this purpose, so I will be watching comments & editing out links & e-mails…

Bathing Cats

Saturday, August 18th, 2007

Some say hearding cats is an adventure….. bathing cats just might be too.. enjoy a little diversion…

 ”save me.  Two against one”

“meanies!  I invested in collecting those flees I’ll have you know.”

“Oh!  Oh!  This is not my idea of primping.

not another lather, please, not another lather….

I’m not gettin back in there, no matter what you say, I’m not.

Just you wait… I’ll pee on your pillow… just wait…..

HALP ME HAAAAAAAALLP MEEEEE

Escape!   Now lemme go shake off on to of the silk sheet and comforter set.

So, are you going to help me down or make me slip and slide around while you laugh some more?

Haven’t you seen fantastic 4?  I’m rubber cat I’ll stretch all around the block before letting you drown me in there..

 

lolol :)

I’m pooped….

Friday, August 17th, 2007

What a day.  What a week for that matter.  And it looks like there’ll be no weekend.  Thanks to tropical storm Erin, and now menacing Dean.  Both on top of a record rain filled summer that has already taken TX out of drought status for the 1st time in well over a decade.  We’re gearing up for a possible evacuation from a community with no where to evacuate to but the middle of nowhere or to centers already under water.  My home’s roof (being newer construction) is strapped & is hurricaine rated for wind speeds up to 170 (category 5) , and is located on elevation 11 which puts it above the reach of a 35 foot storm surge and any levee break, but no I don’t get to batten down here, I’ve gotta go to work where the building is located at elevation 5 - prone to flood - with a roof rated to withstand only category 3 force winds.  So, even though - God willing - we won’t get a direct hit, we’re in gear up to evacuate if needed mode.

We’ve had a week of social events too, which I hate to say, that I find exhausting.  I love the people, I just don’t really like the chit chat and mingling stuff.   Lunches at restaurants where the portions are huge, greet & hugs in the cafeteria where there’s more food, then suppers where again the portions are huge not to mention the pressure to drink is heavy.  Believe it or not having to give up my Saturday to all the work I couldn’t do earlier in the week and to help prepare for Dean actually allowed me to bow out of a second party tonight.  I’d been to lunch to get kudos for one project, an afternoon gathering with cake & punch for which I prepared the powerpoint goodbye tribute and then to a goodbye happy hour already, another goodbye dinner was just not in the cards by 7 PM. 

I’m already on the line because I can’t make the numbers come out equal using the different software I have had to master.  I don’t know why one says 127 cases while another says 98 for the same timeframe and same parameters.  Instead of accepting that I don’t have the IT experstise about how or why one program gathers different numbers than another, I’m threatened with a terse statement that I’d better be more meticulous in the future … this on the heels of having been warned that I’m too wrapped up in the details and need to pull back from the details and take the 30 thousand foot view.  What distresses me most is that someone who reports to a different director saw that the lists I’d given her didn’t match and while she called me well after hours with a silly off point question, she didn’t bring up the important question at all.  When I asked her why she didn’t say something when she knew there was an error in the paperwork she had to work from, she answered - ‘well I just do what I’m told.’  This blew me out of the water.  She knew our purpose, had legitimate questions about what was missing from a huge assignment, even called after hours apologizing for interrupting my life with a no brainer question, yet said nothing for days about the real question that bothered her.  I had to make the discovery myself, completely by accident….   so now evey discrepancy in any number generated from any source is suddenly my responsibility to catch and my fault if missed.

As I said it’s been one of those days, and one of those weeks.  Boy o boy (man o man) could I ever do with a spanking - several spankings actually.  Heck I’ll be honest, I could do with a spanking for every whiney complaint whether I agreed I needed it right then or not.  [please may this e mine again sone day]

I appreciated the feedback from my last post.  After the planning meeting & some catch up with my real work tomorrow I’ll try & answer y’all

love

patty

Begin again…

Thursday, August 16th, 2007

I guess you’ve noticed my frequency of posting has dropped quite a bit, some of it is sadness and squashed inspiration, I suppose.   Something that’s supposed to be common when hopes get dashed and there just are no good answers for why.  As life brings changes of all kinds, those changes affect us in ways we can’t predict.  It’s not that I’ve lost interest in blogging, it’s more that I’m not quite sure what to blog about. 

My interest in spanking, DD and D/s isn’t gone, though I admit it’s a bit squashed for the moment.  I can’t believe I travelled almost 2000 miles to meet a spanking partner and even though he asked if I was ready for my birthday spanking I couldn’t go there, and then as the hours passed, we both couldn’t go there, and the rest is history… LOL.  Maybe I should consider trying just spanking dates again.  Maybe requiring the whole package 1st just isn’t fair where internet contact and distance are inescapable realities.  I’ll need to talk through this with my therapist since I had some guilt and shame issues after the other casual spanking contacts I’d made.  Anyway, what do I have to offer anyone in tp spanking any more?

I got away from my pure erotic musings because they made John uncomfortable, so I started feeling exposed; I stopped writing Eamon and Sheila because the past seemed an unfair place to focus my energies while working on a future one…. so here I am at a new juncture.  Spanking, DD & D/s are once again a sweet memories, and for the moment only a fleeting vague desire.  I’m prepared to accept that all of it is now history for me, but the possibility that it still could come into my life again has been what’s kept me plugging this last year.  

So, do I set myself up on the shelf where I’m very tempted to seek safety, or do I keep on plugging?  That’s where I’m at for now.  Choosing safety while a place where I can find ease,  means it’s only a matter of tme before I get stale and irrelevant as a writer & artist (after all, how many ways can you draw or write a spanking from memory… memory is finite).  Keeping on plugging is frightening for now, not impossible, but daunting.  It’ll mean more change, more evolution and probably periods when what the trusted ones love me for most gets sidelined and maybe challenged (like the folks who love my spanking drawings but hate that I evolved to depicting exposed genitals and frankly sexual scenes - not that a bare bottom spanking scene is tame)….

Tell me what you want most for now please

1.  snippets & hello’s from my spankless life

2.  snippets from my spanking fantasy life

3.  snippets of erotica

4.  More chunks of life from Eamin & Sheila

5.  Accounts from life trying to meet a new spanking partners

6.  Artwork and fiction only

Combinations welcome.  I hadn’t realized how much I’d become defined be hopes and possibilities these last few months until they fell apart.  I’d forgotten the void that creates in many aspects of life including creativity. 

be well y’all

Spankercize

Wednesday, August 8th, 2007

Spankercize

© August 2007, by patty

Spankings are ever so fun

Said the gal who got back from her run

I’d sooner be paddled

Than sweaty and addled

By running laps under the gun

T’is Cardio I’ll have you know

To wriggle and take every blow

Each swat causes clenches

That rival bench presses

Not to mention the thrill of the show

Bare bottoms spanked well and quite red

Rarely instill worry or dread

In a gal who is wired

To have needs inspired

By being bent over her bed

I wonder if it might be time

For a spanking gym beyond this rhyme

Worked out otk

Would make me say yay!

The benefits would be sublime.

Lolololololololol

Massage therapists go to school… would the spankologist do the same?

The Devry institute of spankology… possible or not?  

 

Just a little catching up…

Sunday, August 5th, 2007

Hi all;

Hope everything is well with each of you.  Haven’t had much spanky muse these days, blech, not even the motivation for any quiet alone time either.  Uncharacteristic for me, I know.  Ah well such is life.  Started working on Lindy’s choice Chapter 3 again, but didn’t get too far.  I had to go back and reread chapter 1 & 2 to try and keep it linear, that put the kaibosh on making much progress with chapter 3 this weekend.   We’ll see what this week brings.

I watched two movies I’ve been wanting to see this weekend though, so the time hasn’t been a total loss.  Thought I’d share a bit about them, ok?  “Breech,” the fictionalized movie loosely based on the two months leading up to the arrest of Robert Hansen, “the worst spy ever in US history;” and “Junebug” a quirky independent film about family dynamics.  Both movies were great.

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I always like watching Chris Cooper’s characters.  In Breech, he is again an amazing chameleon, taking on and bringing out such recognizable human nuances of the characters he plays.  The bad guy in this movie, being based on a real life man who is reviled, had to be a challenge to make whole.  Cooper’s performance makes the movie more than I expected it to be.

His portrayal of the spy is powerful and multidimensional, though I suspect the man Cooper portrays for the audience, is much more sympathetic than the real Hansen is capable of being.  As I said, the movie is highly fictionalized.  The ‘wanna-be-agent clerk’ character played by Ryan Phillippe is a complete fabrication, and the script was written more for drama than accuracy.  Even so, it is a well written and well crafted character study.  I appreciated the way the man’s *self* disintegrates as the conflict between who he wanted to be, what he did, and who he ultimately ended up being comes to a crisis point.  I could feel his simmering anxiety boil to panic as the world he once ruled and controlled began to progressively uncover his secrets.

There’s a subtle sense that he’s actually partly responsible for his own capture; that some of his angst, most of his arrogance, and maybe even the initial motivation to choose the path he did, comes from festering resentment.  The message is clear, that the very changes in practice and policy he has been advocating for his whole career would have caught him a decade earlier had they been recognized and implemented.   

Cooper plays Hansen as a jaded, hard, guarded and cold man prone to go on the offensive, yet his character’s arrogance, the thing that could have made him completely unsympathetic, is belied by a subtle, ‘ruined-man’ vulnerability.  It is the flaw that destroyed him, in the beginning and in the end.  He’s a an aggressive, opinionated, misogynistic Catholic, who is a hypocritical closet consumer of pornography, and who, unknown to his submissive dutiful and very proper wife, posts stories and videos of their apparently quite active “rough” bedroom life on the internet using her real name.  He’s actually almost desperately guarded emotionally, resisting displays of interpersonal connections with his clerk on the job, and yet he spends a whole night searching and printing literature about the clerk’s mother’s illness.  He gets along with no one, yet his grandchildren, children and wife think he walks on water.  Cooper effectively portrays a completely corrupted and flawed individual, yet in spite of all the unforgivable, despicable things he’s done, at the end there’s a palpable and poignant sense of relief.  The end left me with a sense of hope that the decent man inside him, a man he has ruined and crushed, is actually freed by his capture.   

All that said, I think Chris Cooper would make a good DD husband character, though I’d prefer to see Laura Linney play the role of his wife than his adversary.  *grin*

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Junebug is another character study that I think is well crafted and nicely put together.  It starts out a bit off, but quickly turns into a comfortable ‘nice’ story about a young man whose new wife’s job – snapping up a hillbilly savant folk artist’s work - brings him back home.  Be aware though, the first few scenes aren’t well connected to the flow, and it’s not until the end that you get a sense for what’s going on and how they were relevant to the story.  Actually, if I had watched the movie at the movies or on TV instead of the DVD, where I was able to watch a few of the deleted scenes I might have missed some of the subtle but key early messages altogether.

It’s a very human study of a family of nice, but flawed, ordinary people.  There’s the golden boy oldest son who, for unspoken reasons, has made a deliberate choice to get as far away from home as possible; the passive-aggressive younger brother whose resentment of his brother has fed what seems to have become a brooding apathy possibly born of a lifetime *being* second.  Their mother, though strong, has become worn by life and is seemingly trapped at a protective arm’s distance from the people around her; her husband initially seems almost catatonic in his passive existence within his family.   Their family home and local community flesh out as powerful entities in their own right.  Every room in the home has it’s own living-breathing character and I loved the way the director brings out a fundamental stability in spite of the potentially divisive disparity within the family by lovingly portraying their home and each room in it, as unique and both occupied and empty. 

Older brother George, who has established himself successfully in Chicago (doing ?), met and married a sophisticated avant guard older woman and has been married six months before his wife’s business forces him to disclose his marriage to his family – this is one element you might miss if you don’t listen carefully to the dialogue.  Younger brother Johnny fell in love/lust and married before graduating high school and now works as a laborer in a wholesale retail shipping department.  Two years later, with his his very pregnant wife, he has moved back into his parents home.  His wife is a quirky effervescent presence in the home.  She welcomes George’s new wife with excited, childlike, open arms.  George’s ‘outsider’ new wife’s integration into/acceptance by the family initiated by Johnny’s wife, while an important theme in the movie, is really a means to underscore something never actually brought up and that’s what happened to compel him to leave and why Johnny resents not being able to leave.   (note:  the actress playing Johnny’s wife snagged several independant film awards as well as an academy award nomination for best supporting actress for her portrayal in this movie last year).

I love the way the seemingly least ‘capable’ individuals in the family, Johnny’s pregnant wife, and the quiet passive father, end up being the unifying and stabilizing forces in the family.  I won’t give away all the special nuances in the movie on you.  It will make you cry and smile.  It’s a quiet gentle dramedy. 

One of the highlights in the movie for me is when the pastor compels older brother George to get up and sing one of my favorite hymns during a church supper.   (the George Jones version I’ve linked for you is fair but kinda slow).  As he sings acapela (with back up from a father and son singing harmony) the camera cuts away to his family’s faces.  Much is said with the words of the hymn and the expressions of each person at their table.   Regrets about the realities of choices - to stay home, to leave home; sadness about, and at the sametime the beginnings of the resolutions of, old conflicts, lost time and inevitable change in their lives…

Hope everyone is well.  Hope my spanko muse picks up some steam, cause I think I sure could use one…. LOL! p.s.  Ann Murray & Alan Jackson do Softly and Tenderly very well on iTunes, but not as well as the acapela version in this movie… IMHO…

The contest, Hours!

Wednesday, August 1st, 2007

Can you believe it!????

I’ve been messing around all evening trying to get a poll to be postable here.  I need to add some piece of softeware to my servers and somehow enable it to work with wordpress.  Arrrgh!  Would you hate me if I moved back to blogger?

In the mean time I promised to have a voting poll up today, and technical issues prevent me from being able to do so.  Wordpress is not a user friendly home. when it comes to the extras. 

So, since there can’t be votes everyone’s a winner. Eery entrant is welcome to e-mail me their address & preference for what they want as their prize & how they want it delivered… Which of my drawings do you want with your limerick & where do you want it delivered?

 Wish I could work out how to get a poll to post here… So sorry……

p.s.  I promise to post something meaningful spankingly this weekend…  

Love y’all.

P