70th Post!!!

Woot. I bet I'll post about something crazy on my 100th!

Well. This blog covers a couple of days. So, here we go.

On Sunday (Today is Monday) Harding was here for the second time. He spent the day chilling out at our house again. Pretty cool. I felt like a lousy host, what with me not even able to hang out with anyone at all. I could barely speak (squeak), and I was cold and miserable. He did hang with me for a bit. I showed him the last blog entry I made, talked a bit about why he's staying all the way south in Red Deer and stuff, and talked about where our own career futures would be.
He's staying in Red Deer for another 2 months. Shawn says he plans on becoming a Paramedic now. I'm gonna be a Healer, but just a massage therapist. He's gotta outclass me by being a Paramedic? Shawn... ^_^ What happened to you being a police officer or security guard?
Shawn stayed until 8:10 pm that night. He was eagerly waiting for HIS sister to come and pick him up, so he could get on the 9 pm bus to go back south to where he is currently staying. However, for some odd reason, American Football is popular right now. Something about this seasonal championship thing (I don't like most sports). So, we were watching football, in MY house. Apparently, Shawns sister was a little slow in picking him up, because she was watching the stupid game too.
Shawn left without a problem. He apparently gave Jamie a souvenier that has some hidden meaning. He stole a spoon from the house where he's staying at, his friend Brenans (with no D in the name, yes, that's right...), and gave THAT to her as a gift. What's so special about his friends spoon, I wonder? I have no idea, but since it's so special and 'sacred', I promised myself to never use it. Maybe it's one of those magical spoons that turns people into Sailor Scouts, or some other Jap-animation super hero. Who knows?

Stephanie was a little mad last night. Her boyfriend was supposed to come down and spend some quality time with her, as soon as the football game ended. But the game dragged itself out, and when it was over, I guess he didn't want to come over by then. Poor girl. Hope she gets a better man one day.

Today. Monday. I got up super-early to call the boss today. Asked him if he wanted me to come back early and maybe shovel some snowy sidewalks for him or not. No, he said to stay at home, and that he would ome on over and 'talk' with me later. So, he said be ready at 8:30, 'cause he was gonna park in front of our house, and I'd have to go outside and talk with him.
Well, we waited, and waited, and waited... Jamie and I sat in our work clothes until 9 am, before I called him back. ''Oh, I'm in a meeting right now. I'll be over in a bit.''
I took my boots off, and waited. At around noon, he came over. So I went out first.
Boss is concerned because my attitude at work is turning into the same attitude that I had back when I was a slave for four and a half years, not too long ago, when I was working for him at Sherritt. It appears to have caused concern among a few of the big-shots, even though I'm still one of the best workers he's got.
I told him. I'm sick, during the worst weather period in our winter so far. I'm drowning on myself, coughing up bloody-foam in my phlegm, and not feeling too peachy-keen all the time. I'm natural depressed, and with my current extra depressions added on top of that, such as my love problems and other things, I haven't been too happy at work. My truck is froze, I have no ride, I have no way to get better... Yadda yadda yadda...
I told him I can do the work, and that despite my horrifying THREE days absent from work this month, I was able to make a full months wage. I do all the things they ask of me, and I never complain, or ask for help.
So, there's no punishment or anything. Not for me, anyways.

Jamie went out next, to talk to him. She told him that she's going to have to reduce her schedule soon, because she's intending to go back to school. So she's not quitting, not abandoning her job... She's just trimming it back, so she can focus on her studies.
The boss also had some other things to ask of her, which as of right now I have no idea what they are.
Jamie told me directly today that she's gonna go to school again, but she'll most likely end up staying here at my house. I told her that was great news. Her mom will love that as well. Hopefully help to keep her sane a little longer.

Today, Monday again. My Grandma Richey came by after that ordeal and drove me to crappy tire (Canadian Tire). I went in alone, and had a few minor inconveniences at the service counter. I told the guy what type of battery I needed, and he couldn't look up batteries that way on his computer. He asked me what year my truck is instead, insisting that it was the only way he could figure out what battery I needed. I sighed, and guessed what year my truck is (hey, I honestly don't know for sure!).
I said maybe a 1989 Chevy Blazer, 4X4, maybe a 4.3 litre engine in it, who knows? I can't keep track of that kind of useless information. Plus, my vehicle info is frozen inside my truck at work! There's no way I could run out for a quick look-see.
All the guy at the counter could do was write down a serial number for the battery I wanted. He said go to that counter over there, and vaguely pointed to a spot away from him. I waited for 20 minutes behind another customer, only to find out that it was the normal registers at Customer Service where I had to place my order, and not the counter guy in front of the wall rack that had all the other brands and sizes of batteries on it was.
I made it to Customer Service, and dealt with a shy girl who gave me the silent treatment. I paid 125 dollars for a battery that they have to order in for me. There were none in stock, but they were ordering 30 of them. I saw on their computer.
So, I got my two pre-paid purchase reciepts, and was told to wait for a phone call. They'd call me when my battery came in.
I also made sure that my battery would arrive pre-charged. Some batteries are sent dead, and get charged up at the retail centres.

Grandma took me home, where she stayed for a short visit. If she finds a buyer from her home, she'll be moving to the far south-west corner of Alberta, at a place called Pinscher Creek, or something to that effect. Close by the mountain foothills, anyways.
Jamie and Kim (her mother) were baking when I got back. Bannok (native american bread) and a bunch of cookies!

One of the guys on my hentai forums that I go to everyday finished a commissioned piece of artwork for me.
I paid this artist, who lives in the Netherlands, a total of two comic books, and mailed them to him. In return, I have a piece of good cartoony artwork depicting me as a little boy, aged 7ish.
Let me explain some things before I continue.
Lolicon is sexual hand-drawn art depicting young girls under the age of 14.
Shotacon is the same thing, just featuring boys.
Straight shotacon can mean underaged boy-on-girl action, which could be full-blown raunchy sexual acts to just innocent nude poses.
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Now, I have had VERY under-aged sexual experiences myself, and have a flair for capturing the, oh I dunno, 'magic' of the moment?
I'll let you guys know that, while pedophilia is a crime in Canada, lolicon is not. Many people are okay and comfortable with harmless stories about younger people having their first sexual experiences. Not always what people first assume, like intercourse. Fondling, viewing, being shy and experimental in each others presences... That's what I sometimes write about.
Since my first time was when I was 8, and I was with a childhood friend who was 7, we didn't necessarily have intercourse. We did do the fondling, exploring, and all that.
I have a great attraction to cute art depicting such things. Raunchy, hard-core stuff, while I can tolerate and even like, usually turns out to be just TOO much for anyone to handle, even me, and it can easily upset me.
Intimate, sensitive, and cute are what I adore. So sue me. [Shrugs]
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Anyways, one of the stories I wrote is a babysitting story. My character, me as a 7 yera old boy, is babysat by a 13 year old girl, who happens to be one of the characters in my forums. Umm, THINGS happen... in my story... :3
I asked an artist to draw me a clean picture of me as my character, and he happily obliged. Right now it' being used as my MSN avatar.
Picture the Coppertone commercial, where the dog pulls down a young girls shorts. Now, replace that pic with that of a youngm, shy boy, and you can see his bare bum. That's my pic.
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Does that mean I'm a pedophile, since I like cartoon girls?
Well, I will admit, that most people have a little bit of a pedophiliac nature in them, even if they won't admit it.
On a scale of 1-10, I'd say I'm maybe about a 2. Yes, I like a little nudity. However, I am rarely 'attracted' in that way. It takes a certain something, a trigger of a memory, to rouse that side of me. Mostly, I love kids too much to even think about that kind of stuff. However, in anime or cartoons, that's a totally different story.
I love lolicon artwork and stories, so much that I write a lot of it. And, in my hentai (anime sex/cartoon sex) community, any area of sexual deviancy or interest is tolerated, so long as nobody attacks another for having certain preferences. In fact, there's quite a few requests for certain lolicon art. Mostly the site produces a lot of lesbian cartoons, and some furry porn (animals that walks and act in human form, like the Rescue Rangers chipmunks). Lolicon is quite common too, and it's even allowed in Canada, and is not criminal to possess or look at.
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Just a tiny tid-bit from a dirty old son who lives in Alberta. Hope you're not offended, but you have to realize just how common and accepted this is in society, even while on the surface nobody would admit it.
P.S.: Just 'cause I love this stuff, doesn't mean it's my top preference. I have a lot of deviations, and this isn't my top one. Deviations are as varied as peoples personalities, so think about that the next time you see your neighbour.
I actually like watching videos of adult teens masturbating. As long as they're not obviously faking it, look realistic but still attractive, that's what I like.
I have, but seldom do, whack-off to cartoon girls. That doesn't mean I don't get a mental sexual pleasure from writing stories about it though.

I'm finally talking to one of the cool guys who I chat with all the time on one of my forums. He's a guy who lives in England and area, who online is a teenage cat-girl. We've helped each other to create a spontaneous role-play story on another site, one run by my Australian friend.
Together we've created a few characters who are mostly human in appearance, but have tails and animal traits like ears from whatever animal they represent.
They all go together to a few pre-made areas that the site master created, and we follow strict guidelings in order to post on the site.
We're telling basic stories, each of us moves a character an writes out a piece of the action, while the other has to wait and then reply later. Thus, we create an ongoing and dynamic story that is enjoyable for both the players to write, and makes an interesting read for others to enjoy as well.

Ran outta time. I'll post more often later. Cya! ^_^