i've been trying really hard to remember the last time it snowed in October. i can't recall a single event. i've awakened many times to frost but not out and out snow. It was a wet, sloppy snow, and there is now none on the ground. But, it is just another example of the global cooling scientists and frustrated presidential candidates are warning us about.

(Yeah, i know they are clamoring about global warming. Give me some credit. It was just an attempt at levity.)

So, She asks me, "Do you believe in Female Supremacy?" "Of course," i answer; "everytime i try to fold a fitted sheet. How do You Ladies do it?"

Why are all the gorgeous women in White Plains? Is there something in that town's water supply that just produces a beauty gene in the inhabitants?

Ou sont Les Belles Dames d'antan?

Certainement, pas d'ici.

i wonder if the scammers realize that "Native American" refers to American Indian? My favorite, though, is the confusion between kilograms and pounds. Nothing is as laughable as viewing a seemingly healthy young lady with the stats of 5'10" and weight of 65 pounds. How can she stand upright? Is she constantly fed through an IV?

i am back on this site from IE! Oh, thank you, thank you. i know it took almost a month, but the mills of the gods grind slowly but exceedingly fine. i am so grateful. i didn't like that emergency browser at all. i can't wait until i uninstall it.

And all seven of submissive. 23 y/o, 5'5" admirers have all disappeared at once!..almost as they appeared! Great things are happening! i will miss their pictures, though...some sexy, little mamacitas.

Now, i really need a new car and a new bathroom. Oh, and some new furniture...

And just like that...they're gone! Not to worry, 4 more have just taken their places! Lucky me; i shall never be lonely while on this site!

Does anyone know why all the fake profiles of female submissives list the ages as 23 and the heights as 5'5"? Are those prerequisites for fake profiles? In other words, before a fake profile is approved, it must list the ages and heights the same for some kind of fake profile uniformity code? At least the pics are different. i wonder if they are lifted from the same website.

Can't some of this rain go to Texas where it's needed?

Well, the tornado never materialized, so i guess we should be prepared for what's next. i'm guessing locusts.

WE JUST HAD AN EARTHQUAKE!!!!!!!!!!!!! The first one i can remember since the early '80s. Everything seems all right though.

To all the Young Ladies Who feel compelled to post a photo of Their projecting Their middle fingers: are You telling me Your shoe size or Your IQ?

All my recent admirers have mysteriously disappeared. i hope it wasn't anything i said.

One new phenomenon that has crept into my profile these recent days is the proliferation of "Views" from very young and quite beautiful submissive women. Normally, i would be speechlessly flattered, but i have noticed that they all seem to be online at almost exactly the same time with maybe a two or three minute difference. Even though their profiles state various points of origin, they somehow manage to log on virtually contemporaneously. Are they in the same computer network and view me and this site together? They are all in their early twenties, so shouldn't say about half if not most be at work or school? At one time, there were sixteen of them, but that number changes over two or three days. Do some get tired of the site that quickly and leave in the disgust usually relegated to impatient Dommes? And why am i getting interest from submissives?

The mysteries never stop here. i'm still trying to figure out why i can't log on to CM from my IE, Aol, and Yahoo. What happened to the delightful emoticoms?

So much happening here! i guess that's why i love this site so much.

So, i'm still trying to figure out what happened. For days, CollarMe would not allow me to sign on. i would log in and nothing would happen. i would send a request for my password, and the same password i logged in with would come back via e-mail. i log in again...same result; no entry. So, i change browser from IE to aol; same result: i can't log in. The the e-mail that gives me my password, comes with a link. i hit the link, and it is a request to re-register. But i like my old account. i don't want to lose it.

So, i download a new browser, and, voila! here i am again. But i don't like this browser! The version of CM that appeared on IE was larger and clearer. i have wriiten CM about my dilemma, but i still haven't heard anything. Again, i ask: Who's driving this bus?

Oh, and now the "Newest Local Users" button never lights up.

Why is the "Newest Local Users" constantly highlighted when there aren't any new local users to highlight? Come on, now...who's driving this bus?

Q: Why are New Yorkers so depressed?

A: Because the light at the end of the tunnel is New Jersey.

It is so hot that i have developed a drenching sweat just getting dressed! i hope anyone who runs into me today has poor olfactory sensation.

Good News: i seem to be popular in the Philippines again! i thought i had been forgotten, but my popularity has returned. Last year, it was Africa. i seem to be on a virtual world tour which is great because as much as i love to travel, i just hate to pack.

i am told by my earnest, far flung love interests that the great distances are no barrier. We can conduct Our relationships on line. i just don't understand how that works. How do i perform body worship? Do i have to kiss myself and make believe i'm orally servicing my foreign Mistress? Do i spank myself and pretend i'm being disciplined from my invisible Domme? i don't want to think about ass play. Is it like that sexting thing? And i can do all these things to myself for just a small fee! Shouldn't i just pay myself since i'm doing all the work.

What a marvelous age we live in!

Exactly what part of California is 11 miles from NYC?

So She says to me, "Do you have any experience with humiliation play?"

i said, Yes, Ma'am; i was a high school teacher for over 30 years."

So, She says to me, "Are you into Financial Domination?"

i said, "No Ma'am; i was married already."

So She says to me, "i am looking for a slave to be kept in enforced chastity."

i said to Her, "Mistress, i haven't gotten laid since 2009. What's to enforce?"

"You have amazing hands."

i was really nonplussed by the compliment, and i'm sorry to say that my mind became quite blank. i found my eyes darting all about the store, alighting on everything and anything but the origin of the compliment. i finally felt myself in the throes of an "Aw, shucks" moment.

"Uh, thank you. That's very kind of you to say."

Geez.

When i at last studied the owner of the phrase, i saw a lovely, young woman with large, luminous blue eyes, gleaming from square, white-rimmed eyeglasses. Her alabaster complexion was framed with long, wavy, red hair that emphasized the blueness of her eyes. i immediately thought of a pair of lapis lazuli marbles, sitting on a silk cushion, against the backdrop of a roaring fire. i also realized we were practically eye-to-eye; maybe she was just an inch or two shorter than i, making her about six feet in height (remember Aristotle on the attributes of beauty? The first one sprang immediately to mind.) i could have fallen into very heavy like right then and there.

When i relayed the experience to a friend, her comment was, "That was your opening. You should have asked her out for coffee or maybe even dinner."

But, when i recovered my equilibrium, my only remark was a question.

"Do you have the grapefruit candle?"

"Yes, it's right here, she answered pleasantly, lifting the candle farthest from the end of the line of candles i was studying.

"Oh," i said awkwardly, "i started from the wrong end."

No reaction.

Granted it wasn't the pithiest of statements, but perhaps i wishing for a conversation starter.

She moved to the register and asked if there would anything else. i said there wouldn't be. She wrapped the purchase, and i noticed she offered no samples, a usual occurrence when i have bought items from that counter in the past. Still, i was barely really there.

She said, "Thank you;" i said, "You're welcome;" and we wished each other the compliments of the day. i strode toward the exit practically floating. i hardly noticed my surroundings, and bemusedly wondered if my head would fit through the door. We folk of an age generally feel invisible in public. Our visages, our bodies show the scars of battling gravity for over half a century, so we really don't expect a stranger to so naturally, so nonchalantly express admiration for any aspect attached to our person. At least, i don't.

i strolled up Lower Broadway regarding my hands trying to discover what the "amazing" quality was. i couldn't , for the life of me, find one outstanding feature except that my nails needed clipping. It didn't matter. i felt lighter than ether, straighter than muster, younger than the calendar. i've thought about it for more than a week  already, and i continue to smile about it.

...That was your opening...

Yeah. yeah, next time.

...You should have asked her out for coffee...

Yeah, yeah, if the 30 years i have over her would disappear.

Geez. All right. Next time.

Who removed Pacman from the games section?

i want names!

It's warm...yea! i think that's sweat i feel and not rain. What's that big, yellow ball in the sky? Funny, i don't remember seeing that before...and are skies supposed to be blue?

i would write more journal entries, but i'm busy building an ark.

i just love the profiles that exclaim, "Send Me money because I'm beautiful!" Maybe i'll rewrite my profile to say, "Send me money because i'm nice!"

And i just love the pics of young Ladies giving me the finger. Oh, yeah! There's a keeper.

My "senior moments" are starting to accumulate. i think i have AAADD: Age Affected Attention Deficit Disorder.

So, now i can really moan about the snow. i twisted my knee negotiating a snow bank. Convalescing is rather boring, especially as i don't care a jot about this year's SB.

It's not funny anymore...come on now...no more snow!

OK...enough with the snow already.

i am not aging...i am ripening like a luscious fruit.

"It is what it is." i suppose that is the opposite of "It is what it isn't, " or "It isn't what it isn't." Which is really saying what? Is it an existential affirmation, such as, "Eyeh asher eyeh," as God says in the Old Testament? Or, is it just a handy cliche designed to express the speaker's unwillingness to elaborate on a particular subject. "It is what it is"...but, really, what is it?

"Do what you gotta do." No thanks, i was all set to do what i really didn't have to.

And what's this "u" stuff? i know it is easier than writing "you". i mean two whole letters will just tax my fingers so...oh, no: here comes metacarpal disorder! But what if i'm addressing a Domme? Do i have to capitalize the "u"?

Le coeur a ses raisons que la Raison ne connait point.