Longcat Is Loooooooooooooooooong

Anyway, I actually finished a new vore short story! It’s called “No One Home” (it’ll open in a new window). The link goes to my site because the story is at the bottom of the main page of my site 🙂 I also posted it on the vore forum at Eka’s Portal, at the New Womaneater forum, and the Disturbed Thing’s forum. I am nothing if not crazy. Er, thorough. Oh, call it anal retentive and have done with it.

Anne

I Am More Of A Secular Mormon, Really

If one can be that 🙂 I have been baptised, I have accepted Jesus Christ as my savior, I try and be a good person… but there are things that I cannot do. Like accept the bible as the Literal word of God, even as properly translated. As metaphor and allegory and ancient humanity trying to understand the universe, it is fine. Filled with really awful and hateful stuff on top of any good, but still. And when it comes to science versus superstition (superstition as defined as any religious beliefs), then superstition fails. End of that story.

So I read this great post about athiesm (pops open new window) at pharyngula, it made me sad and happy. I spent 43 years as an active athiest, and these athiests did me proud 🙂

Anne

Where Is My Blackrain?

I’ve been looking for you on IM, but ain’t bin there! And one day I will email everyone I owe emails too. I am living through mental breakdown. And yes, snakes will swallow buxom women whole and digest them alive, no fear! 🙂

Anne

My Leg Is Better, But It Should Be Perfect

And it’s NOT. I have 4 more days of heavy duty antibiotic left, and my leg should be fine. But it’s still swollen, still hurts like hell, it’s light pink in spots where it shouldn’t be and there are still some outright red areas. I am making an appt to see another doc this Thursday. Trust me, there’s a reason it’s Thursday. Money problems suck.

So I am not dead, I’m just depressed as all living fuck. Still feel like I’m losing my sanity. More depressed all the time.

Life is life.

Anne

The Machine Is Broken

“So how am I supposed to help?” asked Sandy, feeling absolutely overwhelmed. “You’ve lived I don’t know how many years it works out…”

“Eighty four bajillion,” he said with a wry smile. “Makes it easier if the answer is always eighty four bajillion.”

“Twenty eight universe cycles, from big bang to the final evaporation of the last particle. You’ve looked at this problem I don’t know how many ways. If the machine is broken and you haven’t been able to fix it in- eighty four bajillion years times twenty eight, then how can I help you?” Her head felt full to bursting.

“I didn’t really expect you to,” he finally answered, finger on his chin. “To be honest. I didn’t come here actually thinking that you’d magically pull the answer out of a hat for me.

“I’m depressed, stressed out, and desperately lonely and afraid. The machine is broken, I can’t fix it, and the universe could come screeching to a halt tomorrow and never start again. Mostly I just want a friend to be with.”

Sandra felt more than a little depressed and stressed out  at the moment herself.

Anne