Over the last 18 days I was on a road trip and now the reality of having to catch up and go back to work is kicking in. Sometime between now and this weekend I will get my Silicon Valley Pride pictures done (since I didn’t have time before the trip to finish them) and start slowly typing my journal from the trip. I am going to get back more to my normal pattern in a bit.
My Up Your Alley Photos are up. Typically I put a few pictures to link to the gallery, but I really feel that this one picture alone sums up the fair for me. Enjoy!
Twitter has been an outlet of Social Media that I have just given up on. The reason why is that so many people that I follow retweet a lot of stuff without any comments added. As a result, my feed is just 95% retweets with very little original content. For the most part, the only time I cared about Twitter is when I got push notifications from a very select few about their tweets or a DM on it. In the end, it became useless for me.
This was a life changer for me. My twitter feed has slimmed down a lot. And while retweets with comments are still there – this was the exact behavior I wanted since I often like to see what people think of something they are sharing. You still get the x people have liked a tweet things – but compared to what my feed looked like before, this is now manageable. I have a feeling I will be using Twitter a lot more now.
And in other news – I never linked the following two galleries on my SFW site here and probably should:
The rest of the pictures from SF Pride are up. Enjoy!
I keep going hot and cold on writing. A lot of this has to do with the situations around my personal life right now. When I am overly stressed, I tend to write less. Right now, I have a lot going on. Overall, I am OK – just really busy. If I have not been visible in the community it is because my personal and work life have been my priorities.
This weekend was Bay to Breakers and I just needed to get the hell out of town. I didn’t want to be around all of the straight drunk people who invade SF and act like complete assholes. Given the number of Irish pubs in my neighborhood, you would understand. I decided to pack Matte up and head out to Death Valley.
1200 miles in 52 hours. I left SF at 4:30 pm on Friday and got home around 8 pm on Sunday evening. It really felt like the trip was longer, but it was really only a weekend trip. It was well worth it – even given the fact that I managed to wear out the chain on Matte this trip.
Otherwise continue down below here for how my trip went.
1200 miles in 52 hours. Yesterday alone was nearly 600 miles of riding that contained 4 mountain passes and 100 miles of 30-40mph headwinds. On top of that my chain decided to go from being good but nearing the end of the adjustment range to OMG – REPLACE ME NOW in the last 150 miles of the trip.
But what a lovely trip it was. I will be posting up a trip report and pictures tonight or tomorrow. But it’s time to shower and get my ass to the office.
My pictures from the Golden Gate Guards Golden Dildeaux Awards are up. Congratulations to all of the winners.
Yesterday I attempted to sell my car. However due to a huge mess with the California DMV, CarMax is unable to buy my car until California has things updated right. So despite having a free and clear title in hand I get to deal with the DMV tomorrow. *tears hair*
The good news is the new espresso machine has seemed to adjusted the grinder dosing (yes, the machine is self-learning). The coffee that is coming out of it is a lot better than my old machine. It appears that this grinder is grinding the coffee finer than the last machine. Also – the coffee is hotter. I was starting to suspect the old machine was reaching its last legs even before it broke. With it so cold, I decided that I needed to pre-warm my gear before hopping on Matte.
And I just did things for me today. Hopped on Matte and seeked out breakfast. I went to Apple Fritter and got a bacon hash and (finally) an Apple Fritter. This was the first time ever that they had apple fritters available when I have been there – since they often sell out. Once I finished my Fat Dog Agenda – I then headed up to the Treasure Island Flea – which is now the Treasure Island Fest.
Unfortunately this name change appears to be bad. One of my regular vendors I go to for tea and spices said next month will be their last. It has felt like for a bit that they are going higher end – and this is bad for me since it was one of the reasons I attended. Also I have noticed a drop in the more down to earth type of stands. Not everything needs to be 10 buck bars of organic goat milk soap or artisanal cupcakes. Sometimes we all need the cheap little stuff in our lives.
On the way back I stopped by Wicked Grounds. I noticed that I sometimes feel strange for having a life and interests outside of kink. Recently I have not been as active in the community due to many reasons. But also, I am tired of attending play parties and having nothing happen. My rule of thumb is if you want to have a scene with me, say something to me before and I can make it work. But I have hit the point where I have too much in my life to Stand and Model at an S&M party and have nothing happen.
Now I get to clean up the mess I made digging though lots of old mail for the hassles of yesterday.
Yes, I am addicted. For the last two weeks, I went without having a super-automatic espresso machine after my old one decided to stop working. I am not complaining too much for getting 13 years out of it. I realized how much more coffee I was going through making French Press and I also missed the taste of espresso. It was time to order a new one. So I claimed any recognition points at work for amazon gift cards and bought one – no one will ever argue over saving 300 bucks on a device like this.
Now that my coffee is back to being controlled by robots – I will have more time for selfies again.
But thinking about it – I think I have a fetish of being controlled by robots. There will be more info about a personal project I am working on with a friend control me in sexual situations. Stay tuned.