I Have Been Talking With My Daughter

about people being swallowed and digested. I have her convinced there is a country in the Indonesian Islands where the snakes that live there can ONLY eat women to survive.  And that, while a lot of women go there for vacationing, she is NEVER to go there.

We also “wrote” a story while going on a walk a few weeks back, wherein a goldfish was swallowing everyone that got close, except the owner, and he could never figure it out. The fish was in it’s bowl and his friend was there; he went into the other room for something, comes back and his friend is gone, and the fish is out of the bowl- with it’s belly huge, a person sized bulge there. So he figures his friend left, and puts the fish in the bathtub. Another friend comes by to ask about the first, he explains what is happening. Shows him the fat goldfish in the bathtub. Goes out, comes back, other friend is gone. Fish is out of tub, belly twice as big as it was before. He figures his friend left while he was out, tris to figure out where he can put the fish since it is outgrowing everywhere he can put it.

By the time we were finished we were both laughing loudly, with everyone in the world being swallowed whole and digested alive by squirrels, dogs, cats, hamsters, etc and the main character with his goldfish with a belly big enough to fill an Olympic swimming pool and hundreds of people missing and he NEVER figures it out.

She thought it was hysterical. I was wet enough I actually got my jeans soaked through in a few spots 🙂

So I wrote that story up and she read it, thought it was funny. So I told her that I also like other kinds of stories where, yes, people get swallowed naked even though I like it when anyone gets swallowed, naked or with clothes on. So I told her I would write her a story of the other kind that I like, see what she thinks of that. This, then, is that story.

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Telluria was a female dwarf, a young woman with a good sense of humor, a nice fashion sense, and an absolutely huge pair of boobs. Each one of her breasts was much larger than her head and Telly hadn’t seen her feet in years. On Wednesday evening she had just gotten back to her room; a carved out hole set in the dwarven caverns deep under the mountains. It was a nice carved out hole with a thick stone door, and the furniture inside was stunning. But Telly wasn’t paying attention to her furniture, she was getting ready for her date with Nadjet, a hunky dwarf who carried a mean axe on his back. He had the muscles that melted her insides when she looked at him and she’d been out of her mind since Nadjet had asked her to a night out of fun in the restaurant, entertainment, and xxx-rated entertainment areas of the caverns. Telly had never been to the last part of the caverns, and didn’t plan on ever visiting the xxx-rated portions. She sincerely hoped Nadjet wouldn’t want to go there; that would be terribly disappointing if he did and she’d hate to have to tell him no.

She took off her robes, then her leather armor, then the underarmor to protect her skin from the leather, and finally the actual underwear. That was a lot of stuff to carry on her body but all the dwarves did it; except for the bra of course, guy dwarves didn’t need the bra. Amazingly, absolutely huge though her boobs were, she didn’t need a bra either. Her breasts were firm enough that they stayed up, high on her chest, positively gigantic. She looked at her body in the mirror, still happy about the body she had.

Telly was tall for a dwarf, with deep brunette hair and soft highlights. Her eyes were green although no one ever noticed- everyone was always looking at her boobs and not her face. It was both annoying and flattering. She understood it, as even she tended to look at just her boobs in the mirror. Not that she could see them both at the same time. The standing mirror was wide but not wide enough. When she stood facing it, her boobs were big enough that they were cut off on both sides where the mirror ended. And if she turned sideways, she could see herself and some of her boobs, or look at just her boobs and not have her in the reflection.

With a sigh she turned away from the mirror and only had time to gasp once as she was coiled in the loops of an obsidian rock snake! She hadn’t noticed it while looking at herself in the mirror- her boobs were so big she hadn’t been able to see the snake behind her as it stalked her!

The rock snakes were mostly a nuisance in the dwarven caverns. The green and red snakes just ate rocks, boring rocks, carving small tunnels through the mountains. The darker blue and grey rock snakes ate gems and that was bad- more than one dwarf had woken up to find a gem-eating rock snake had found their wealth, eaten it, and left the dwarf a poor, poor person. Obsidian rock snakes, however, were not a nuisance at all. They didn’t eat rocks or gems. They ate dwarves. They sneaked into dwarf homes and slithered up on sleeping or otherwise busy dwarves, and swallowed them whole and alive. They then slithered away to digest their swallowed dwarf, still alive in their stomachs, in peace. What made it even worse, in Telly’s opinion, was that they only swallowed female dwarves whole to digest alive later- they ignored male dwarves entirely! Unfair. She’d had many of her female dwarven friends swallowed whole and digested alive through the years. She had never guessed that she would be one of the female dwarves to be swallowed whole and digested alive.

“This sucks,” wheezed Telly as the snake rolled her on the floor, fully bound in tight loops of snake. She wished the bloody thing would just start swallowing her whole and alive already- it’s not like she could fight back. It was a shorter snake, only fifteen or so feet long but still those loops around her were tight enough to hurt and definitely tight enough to make sure she couldn’t escape.

The snake brought it’s head up to her face and she couldn’t even breathe as she stared it in the eyes. It was a beautiful animal but only eight inches wide, side to side. That was only the size of her thigh! How was she supposed to fit in there? Then the snake gaped it’s jaws open, wide, it’s mouth close to her face. It’s scaley lips could have easily fit around her head and it’s throat was a deep tunnel leading into the beast. After a few seconds of terror the snake closed it’s mouth and coiled itself down around her to the lower half of her body. She couldn’t see the mouth of the beast but she could feel it at her feet. And when the snake’s mouth closed on her feet she wanted to scream because she knew it wouldn’t be long before the snake finished swallowing her whole, tucking her body tight into it’s stomach, then slithering away to digest her alive.

She began to think that her only hope was if Nadjet showed up to pick her up early- if he showed up to get her before the snake had finished swallowing her whole and alive, he could easily rescue her and save her life! As the snake swallowed her legs up to her knees, she began hoping that Nadjet was the kind to show up early. But even as her body slid deeper down the throat of the snake, it’s lips inching up her thighs to her waist, she began to despair. If he didn’t show up soon it wouldn’t matter; he wouldn’t be able to see it was her being swallowed. Even if she hadn’t been swallowed completely, her boobs would have been pushed up and over her face so he wouldn’t be able to tell who was being swallowed.

Dwarf society being what it was, if anyone came across an obsidian rock snake that was swallowing a female dwarf whole so it could slither away and digest her alive, they didn’t have to save her if they didn’t recognize her. Telluria herself had come across a lot of female dwarves being swallowed whole and alive, probably a hundred or more female dwarves sliding through snake lips to be tucked into snake stomachs and digested alive in the past year or two alone. She hadn’t recognized more than fifty or more of them and so had let the snakes swallow the female dwarves. Of the fifty female dwarves she had recognized as the snake was swallowing her whole so it could digest her alive, she hadn’t liked most of them anyway. Of the forty female dwarves of the fifty being swallowed that she did like, she was sad that they would be digested alive but they weren’t her so she let the snake finish swallowing them, then slither away to digest the dwarf in their stomach alive in peace.

It would have been easy to save them too. Obsidian rock snakes had an orange spot between their eyes- you only had to press it once, firmly, and the snake would cough up the female dwarf he was swallowing whole and alive and slither away to find someone else to swallow whole and digest alive. And now here she was, the snake’s lips around her middle, up to her belly button, unwrapping her from it’s loops as it swallowed her. Her unswallowed part was tightly held, her arms caught and held away from her body, her boobs caught and also being held away from her body. She couldn’t yell for help as a loop of snake wrapped around her head and covered her mouth.

As the snake inched up her body, it’s nose between her huge boobs and pushing them up it swallowed her, it pushed her arms up and away- as it swallowed her, it was not swallowing her with her arms against her body. No, she was going to be swallowed so her arms trailed after her, as if held above her body. The obsidian snake had discovered that it was easier to swallow dwarves that way- they weren’t as wide as they went down it’s throat. And this was one was going to be trouble with those boobs- they were absolutely gigantic, immense. Comparing those boobs to her head was like comparing a watermelon to a ping pong ball.

When Telly’s head slid through the mouth of the snake then down into the throat of the snake was swallowing her, her boobs were still mostly outside of the snake’s mouth. Even as the snake swallowed her arms to her elbows, then to her wrists, his coal black eyes were staring at huge amounts of boobs that hadn’t yet been swallowed. So, swallowing away so it could digest Telluria alive, it worked on.

When Nadjet walked into Telly’s room after knocking and knocking, he was shocked to discover that she hadn’t been ignoring him- she was being swallowed whole, going to be digested alive by an obsidian rock snake! And he could tell it was Telluria being swallowed- even though he was watching the fingers of the outstretched arms of the dwarf being swallowed, the boobs of the dwarf being swallowed were still bigger than any other dwarf’s he had ever seen. And he could tell, looking at the body of the snake, that she was deep in the body of the snake. Maybe her feet were already in the snake’s stomach. And yet, most of her boobs still had to be swallowed by the snake. Yes, those boobs were being squashed and stretched by the snake’s mouth and throat as it swallowed Telluria, and yet they were still huge and pretty enough to only be Telluria’s.

He thought about pressing the orange spot between the eyes of the snake, but even though Telly’s body was probably in the stomach of the snake to her waist, she still had enough unswallowed boob outside the snake’s mouth it might be another half hour before it finished swallowing those boobs. Time enough to go and get something to eat before he had to make a decision.

Leaving the obsidian snake in Telly’s room, swallowing and swallowing her huge boobs, Nadjet went to get a burger.

It only took the snake fifteen minutes to finish swallowing all of Telly’s boobs, and it had slithered away to digest her alive by the time Nadjet came back.
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She liked it, thought it was funny. Thought Nadjet was a jerk- going to get a burger while Telly was being swallowed.

🙂

 

On Friday (It’s Thursday Night)

I am going to go and pick up my husband from the hospital. He is coming home!

Yay!

On hospice.

Ya- oh. Uh. Oh God.

Hospice, for those of you who don’t know, is medical care for those who are going to die in less than the next 6 months. They will provide care to make to make the victi- patient as comfortable as possible in the home so they may die comfortably, with family, at home.

I am bringing my husband home to die.

So the blog, and my stories, and me, will continue as sorta is for months and hopefully months. When the time comes, we shall see what happens next.

Jus’ keepin’ y’all filled in!

Anne

The Spiral Is Whirling Quickly Now

Rudy got out of the hospital last week. On a late Friday night. Took forever to get out as the residents at the hospital kept giving conflicting discharge orders and the nurses (one of which could barely speak English- she was Asian, probably Japanese as her name was Hiroko) had to keep running back and forth to get things figured out. Later that night we had to ignore one of the orders as it was to stop taking his potassium supplement (!) and he started feeling low potassium symptoms within hours. Sigh.

Ennyways, on Sunday afternoon we headed to a hotel so that on Monday morning Rudy could start heading to his appointments at one of the hospitals in Seattle. To see about the possibility of getting into the waiting list for heart/lung transplants. None of us figured he had much of a chance, but any chance is better than no chance.

Any hope is better than no hope.

Robbie and Rudy and I stayed the night in a hotel. It was very nice and very low cost, thank Glob. (Bloody keyboard is acting up, sorta- not registering some key strokes. Sigh.) Rudy didn’t sleep much as it was a flat bed (we have an adjustable bed at home and the head of the bed is always up at least 15 degrees) and while we brought a bunch of pillows, it’s not the same as the actual head of the bed being up.

Next morning we headed in with Rudy in his wheelchair and Robbie pushing it. Robbie turned 18 last month which is good and bad- bad as when (if!) he graduates high school we stop getting disability supplement for him which means we get $600 LESS each month from that point. *POOF* goes the house as we no longer will be able to make the house payments…

Ennyways. When Rudy was discharged, his legs were very thick, very filled with fluid. Can’t remember the word I am looking for, grrrr my aging brain. By the time we were going to his appointments on Monday morning, his feet had become great fleshy meat pumpkins and his legs were shiny the skin was so stretched. So after a few hours of seeing docs, guess what happened next?

Sigh. My husband, the only man I have ever loved in my entire life, the love of my life, was admitted to the hospital. So far away from our home- I haven’t been able to see him since Tuesday when I had to leave to come home and take care of the house and our dogs and our cats (sadly, the hamster died a month or two ago- little bastards tend to do that).

I fear his death spiral is whirling quickly now, the whirlpool of his life spinning and whirring and at the bottom the black hole where it all leads. I am terrified he may never come home or if he does, he’ll come back on hospice and die at home instead.

If he does die soon, or if he comes home on hospice and dies here, be prepared. I will keep everyone filled in on what is happening, kinda like I always do 🙂 and if he does go, I will alert you all because when he does finally go whether it is in days or months or years (Glob help me, give me years!)…

This blog will go black for I don’t know how long. I know I’m going to have my relatives and in-laws and parents and all put me on family suicide watch- I don’t want to die and I have my kids to think of but who knows what people do in the throes of grief.

I will do my damnedest to come back when I can, when I go black after my husband dies. Just preparing you all and myself for this because I am so scared that the end is close.

Anne

For Those Of You Who Do Not Believe

that a large breasted woman, if swallowed feet first by a hungry serpent, would end up swallowed nipples last after her head went down, I present to you untampered evidence:

Nipples first, then arms

You cannot tell me that, if the pressure of the lips circling her as she was swallowed down that tight wet serpent throat WOULDN’T press those huge tits of hers upward and squish her her nipples probably as high as her elbows 🙂 are just deluding yourself.

Her head will vanish beneath them titties

And Milena Velba is not unusual, only popular 🙂 MANY women have tits as big as hers, nonsurgically enhanced (hers are natural, which is cool). Now I WISH my own titties was maybe not as big as hers 🙂 but bigger than they are now 😦 Life is life. At least I am alive.

Any so way, point of the post being that it is not impossible that a woman with large or larger than average breasts would, upon being swallowed feet first by a hungry serpent, have her rock hard nipples vanish last into the throat of the animal swallowing her whole and alive as she masturbated and shook with orgasm after orgasm. If only we had enough women and serpents to test our hypothesis. I would gladly volunteer to see how it looked to have a woman with smaller breasts swallowed whole and alive by a hungry serpent 😉  Gods, in a heartbeat!!

Anne (who wishes she were just a woman shaped lump in the belly of a hungry serpent)

 

Cold As Ice Beneath Her Fingertips,

candlelight glinting off the heavy metal frame. His face is young, the photograph under glass now ten years old. Pain in her chest; aching, missing him. Her fingers leave wet trails, sliding through tears she hadn’t realized were falling. Forever frozen with his half smile, his hair is too long and his mustache shaggy enough for two men. As if some minor political celebrity, he had signed his photograph for her; ‘Zathras’ in metallic silver ink, his self-aware nickname for the pompous sounding ‘Zoticus Acacian Thrasias’ given him by his parents.

She stands in cold and dark, lit only by the single candle on the table behind her. Her telephone is still on the carpet where she dropped it earlier, hours before. His parents, bearers of the bad news. An automobile accident; blaring horn of a lorry with a blown tyre sliding into the ancient Nubi. Zathras was taken instantly,  a line of rail punching through his chest and spearing his heart- brought down like the warrior he would have been three centuries prior. The Nubian driver lingered in pain, a slow bleed in his abdomen reducing him to childlish tears as his life drained away, trapped in the wreck of his cherished car. The driver of the lorry unhurt as fate so often decrees, yet the most guilty of the three for it was his neglect that brought this about; his tyres uninspected the entire last year.

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A Modern Roman Empire story. Yes, Zathras, I know I have been writing like the Days of Old in my stories of late- but that has been through sheer laziness. I’ve been working on the voice of the stories, trying it on this tale here. This is just the beginning, I’ll try and show y’all when it’s done. The life of a woman is ephemeral but bright, a lifetime of living in two decades or less. A man however, his life stolid and slow, is the bedrock that holds Rome together.

Anne

I Could Fucking KILL Myself

So I’ve been super fucking sick since last Friday- over a week now. I mean, temp over 101, not able to talk because of my sore throat, just plain out of it. Only in the past day or two I’ve been feeling even a little better- which is why I am posting, since I haven’t even been NEAR a keyboard or game machine for almost a week. Ennyways, the other night I was in the kitchen, sleep drunk. I get sleep drunk a lot 😦 But I

    also

        DROPPED

            my

                TABLET

on the floor, a four-point perfectly FLAT landing, with a loud SMACK but a louder CRACK sound inside it. Now, I have dropped my tablet a few times since I’ve had it, also slightly sleep drunk. Never so hard, so high, so perfectly flat. I could tell this was BAD.

And it was. When I picked up my tablet and looked at it, I yelled “Oh Jesus FUCK,” and tossed the tablet onto the kitchen table. The screen looked something like this, except not badly drawn in MSPaint:

That is my 9″ screen B&N Nook HD+ 16 on it’s side. There are approx. 4x as many cracks in the screen as there are cracks drawn in the pic. Plus there is more space at the top of the pic, it’s not a slim 2 pixel gap, there’s  as much space on the top as there are on the sides. ANYWAY, not important. What is important is the HUGE spiderweb of cracks in the screen. You can even feel the raised edges on two of the areas.

What is even more impressive about this is-

My Nook Still WORKS.

Every single one of my other tabs, when I have cracked the screens, have gone tits-up on me. This one still works. I am afraid to put much pressure on the worst of the cracked areas for fear of making things worse, but WOW. And moving my finger across the raised broken area is still bizarre, but there isn’t even a bobble in the motion on-screen from it. I dunno if it’s because the Nook is made out of super high quality materials or WHAT, but Jeez.

If/when the screen crack kills this tabbie, I am in trouble. Walmart doesn’t sell a 9″ Nook hd+ 16, only a 7″ Nook hd+16. I could get a 9″ hd+ 32, but that’s $179. Size means a lot, boys, I need the extra 2″ 😉

Anyway, I should be posting again now that I am feeling better. I feel 25% better than I did a few days back. Getting there. See yez all soon soonest. Love you all.

Anne

P.S. I told Rudy, and everyone else (including y’all) that if I broke this one, that was it- I can’t have tablets because I kill them. I told Robbie, our son, as I was passing him earlier, “That’s it. This is the last one. I can’t get anymore of them, not as long as I get sleep drunk.”

And he said, “Mom, are you going to be able to live without one? And you know there’s no guarantee you’ll ever stop getting sleep drunk.”

And he’s right about both parts. Up until I broke this screen, I took my tabbie EVERYWHERE. I wore it on a lanyard on my wrist when I went to bed. If I walked, I had my tabbie in my hand, lanyard on my wrist if I wasn’t sleep drunk. I don’t know if I can live without one any more, I love them so much. And sadly, I might have to resign myself to getting sleep drunk a couple times a month for the rest of my life. Can I live without a tablet that long? Obviously I can LIVE without one, it’s not like air or water :). But can I L I V E without one?

Dunno…

Well, So I Lied :)

Whoopsie. Guess I missed my own minnie deadline. But then, I am a certified flake, after all. Sigh. I do have my reasons and excuses, so I may as well enumerate so you may at least get a small taste.

I believe I have mentioned that I have a sleep problem to the point where I fall asleep while standing, or walking. I have sleep apnea- I stop breathing while I sleep. Not forever 🙂 but only for 30, 45 seconds. There is obstructive apnea, where your tongue, or uvula area, or sumpin’, falls over the opening of the windpipe and thus you can’t breathe for 30, 45 seconds, OR however long it may take for your struggles to breathe as you sleep displaces the obstruction an you can breathe again. Fun! 🙂

End PART ONE:  :O

 

Heylo. I So Sorry.

I haven’t meant to be away for so long. I am still crushed under the pressure of mega-depression and it’s hard to do anything but try and keep both Rudy and I alive. It’s getting harder and harder to keep the man I love alive. He’s not near death yet, he has a way to go, but other than that… he throws up a lot. He doesn’t mean to, he hates vomiting like everyone else does. But his stomach is such right now that anything can set off the nausea and then it’s ‘sit with a bucket and have dry heaves and occasional bursts of stomach fluids’ time. His heart acts crazy all the time- we 911’d him the other day because his heart was so off- beating wrong and too fast, he was sweaty and super dizzy… Dying before my eyes, a little bit every day.

I’ve told this to an online friend in an email and I might as well say it here too. Our 17 year old turns 18 in a few months and graduates HS as well. And then we are fucked without lube. We are one a fixed, very limited income (disability SSI) and we get an extra $600/month to pay for feeding, clothing, housing etc our son (our other 2 kids are being raised by Rudy’s sister and her family). When Robbie graduates, we lose that $600 and then we lose our house.  We make just enough, right now, to pay for the house, pay our bills, and have about $400 to buy food, entertainment, clothes, etc, for the month. When Robbie goes we lose that and $200 of the house payment.

Washington State was hit hard by the housing crisis and so there is a program called HARP that can basically cut your house payments in half, IF your mortgage is through Fannie May/Freddie Mac (sp? fuck it). Ours is through Citigroup. Yay. So now, any refi of the house will INCREASE our payments.

That’s a couple of things crushing me right now. Other than that, trying to write. Been writing ‘pet the kitty’ stories about serpents in the Modern Roman Empire for Rudy but I’ve reached a point where there is nothing more to be said there 😦 . Just have to think.  Working on the Diamond/Denfall story, have a sneaky twist coming up 🙂

Ah well. I promise I’ll be sooner for the next post. Wednesday! Promise!

Anne

Modern Roman Empire

The modern Roman method of calendar counting sets the year 0 at (what we call) 750 BC with Romulus and Remus and the she-Wolf. Thus, what we call 2013 the Romans call 2763. The Christians are a weak cult, but they count the year as 2046, setting their year 0 as what we call 33 BC with the actual birth date of their messiah, Yeshuah. Since he was never crucified (Pontius Pilate let him go instead of crucifying him) there was no resurrection, no ascension, nada. Islam is an even weaker cult, and their Prophet never memorized a holy book. The Jews faded out and died at what we call 1000 AD and no one uses any of their information for much at all.

The concept of sacred combat between helpless nude woman and hungry forty foot long woman swallowing serpent is set in myth; four or five times, goddesses came to the people of the early Italiat to introduce them to Sacred Combat- these goddesses would face off against the serpent god Caudiff. The serpent would coil and swallow the goddess whole, slither off to digest her alive. That particular goddess’s story in myth and legend ended there. At the same time, other goddesses came to the people of the early Italiat and introduced them to the concept of communal showering IN THE HOMES of hungry forty foot long woman swallowing serpents. Three or four goddesses would bathe with serpents; all but one would be coiled and swallowed whole, digested alive as they bathed. Those goddesses’ stories in myth and legend ended with their digestion inside of a serpent’s belly.

The people of the Italiat had a lot of dealings with goddesses in myth and legend- five or six times in a five thousand year stretch goddesses came to the people of the early Italiat and told them to breed for a future when they would have to feed the world. Every goddess was extremely busty, massively so. The first goddess had breasts twice the size of basketballs each. Every goddess that appeared afterward had a bust much larger than the previous visitation. The last appearance (in myth and legend) of a goddess that told the people of the Italiat to breed for huge breasts had breasts easily four times larger than basketballs each, yet firm and riding high and sag free on her chest. This goddess warned the women of the Italiat that they would have to nurse the world and they had to be ready for it.

The Serpens Proeliis, Serpent Battles, the first communal shower in the home of woman swallowing serpents, was open for almost 900 years. During these years the number of women swallowed whole and digested alive by the serpents slowly grew. It wasn’t until 14 years before the current stories that the serpents were growing too obese from eating too many women. Rather than risk the health of the serpents, they increased the number of serpents and opened a second communal shower in the home of woman swallowing serpents.

The second building was the Serpens Imbres, Serpent Showers. The Imbres has been open for the last 8 years at the time of the current stories.

The government has operated the two communal showers in the homes of woman swallowing serpents. A third facility, the Serpens Alphaca, Serpent Fields, has been open for the last 2 years in the time of the current stories. This is a facility run by private industry and not government.

The Proeliis is visited by 1,200 different and separate women daily, as well as some women who visit the facility several times in one day. Three or four days out of a 7 day period, the serpents will swallow whole and digest alive up to 800 of the showering women daily. The remain two or three days per week, the serpents will swallow whole and digest alive no less than 1,000 of the showering women daily.

At the Imbres, 1,600 different and separate women come to shower on a daily basis, as well as many women who shower there up to three times per day. Two or three days in a 7 day period, the serpents will swallow whole and digest alive every single woman who enters the facility. The remaining four or five days per week, the serpents will only swallow whole and digest alive no less than 1,300 of the women who come there to shower daily.

The Alphaca, being a private industry facility, serves 2,000 women daily come there to shower. Many, many women are turned away every single day. It is THE place to shower. For the past two years it has been open, the serpents within have swallowed whole and digested alive every single woman who has entered the building for any reason.

I, Anne, would LOVE to shower at the Alphaca 🙂

 

I Feel A Little Better

which is weird, because I destroyed my latest tablet computer- again. I’ve bought, destroyed, and replaced about 7 tabbies since last September. Fuck. I LOVE my tabbies- I take then everywhere. I have a look that hooks the tablet in it’s cover to my wrist so if I drop it (that happens a LOT, a fucking LOT) it doesn’t fall to the ground. I take it to bed with me!

Well, I did until I destroyed this latest one. Which is especially depressing, because this last one I had dropped (er…) and cracked the screen. Broken, all the way from one side to the other, and a bunch of other cracks running every which way. And it still worked!! I loved my tabbie!

Then I was sleep drunk, fell asleep while standing and woke up as I was falling. My tabbie-hand was whipping to catch me, my tabbie shot out of it’s cover when the loop snapped it like a whip, and it SLAMMED into the ground so hard it blew the back cover off and tore wires loose!

Screen finally stopped working. Sigh. And I have a ton of stuff on the built in- “hard drive” that I can;t get off because you have to have screen support to hook it up to your actual computer, and, well… So I took out my micro-SD device and sent the dead tabbie off to Wal-Mart.

Rudy is buying me a Nook- a very cool Nook, no less! It has a 1920 x 1080 screen (my old one was 800×480), it’s a dual core processor, it’s a 16 gig model… oh, it’s a beauty! A 9″ screen, no less! And under a pound! Android, comes with Google Play (which is good because I have bought a ton of stuff off Google Play 🙂

My last tabbie I had to really screw around with and alter to get it to access Google Play, since the Visual Land “Connect” doesn’t have Google Play on it. But, since it comes rooted, you can go all Rambo on it and do what you want 🙂

Ah well. When I get my Nook, I will make sure I CAN’T destroy this one!! Ever!

WalMart used to have a $9 warranty where they would refund your cash if you destroyed the tabbie. Well, I blew up so many of them so fast, the warranty got a price change to $28 🙂

Anne

Hey, the next few posts should be Modern Roman Empire vore fest-a-thons to catch up on some of the fiction I been using to read to Rudy while I play with my cunny 🙂

Anne