Chess applied to real life

Warning: do take everything in this post with a grain of salt and do NOT get offended. Its nothing personal against anybody.
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Hey everyone its Noba. Well I've been up for a bit and I've been doing something dangerous. Yeah I've been thinking again. Its funny sometimes the things in life that will make a person think. Especially if they have a lot on their mind. What I find funnier is what people think of when their mind wonders, all the little things that creep into their thoughts spinning web upon web of new and more bizarre ideas. The old chains of things long since forgotten or cast aside resurrected if only for a moment of contemplation. Its interesting to delve that deep into why we think how we think, and what we think about when our subconscious comes out to play. At least to me it is.

Well I've been thinking if life is all like a game it has to be a game of chess. Every person plays their own game so every person is the king of their own game yet another piece of another game. They choose how the game will be played. Will they scratch and claw their way to victory? If so who are they willing to climb over and why will they kick in the face to get to the top? Or will they seek the guidance of the wise, clear headed bishop?

Ultimately no matter how one plays the game in the game everyone is or can be an expendable piece and the people around you are your pawns to move and manipulate as you see fit to play the game. So our acquaintances are all pawns, we are the kings so far. Now to move on to our best friends, brave and loyal the ones who stick with us and wont give up on us. They will help us fight our battles and wont let us be alone in the fight, they are the knights. After then comes the people who serve as our muses the wise, clear minded bishops always ready to offer inspiration an advice if they be only called on for it. Last but not least we have our partner or closest companion. He or she is the queen and one of our greatest strengths in our arsenal. they are our crutch and our guidance, the one we love/trust the most even more than ourselves in some cases. They are also our greatest weakness so a queen should be chosen with EXTREME care and consideration. A word to the wise don't lean too heavily on your queen. If you do and she turns tarter you have crippled yourself for the fight until a new one may be obtained if in fact a new one may ever be obtained. Self reliance is the only safe rout. Lean on them yes but dont rely solely on them stand up tall because no one else can play the game for you. Were so together and yet so alone in the game its unbearable at times. :( Pick a good queen to guard you who you can trust with your life, who will make your wishes met. That's the best kind of queen and the only one of value, at least in my book.

Wow that took a different rode than I thought it would. Better stop ranting now but oh well, till next time I guess. Hope you enjoyed it or at least took something from it. Thanks to everyone who made it through the whole thing. Didn't mean to really take it that far but that's my musings for ya. Once again thanks for reading.

Pains and Twitter

Hi all. okay I think I'm gonna be posting weekly or biweekly at the latest from now on. Now that I've said that little notice we can get to the stuff you came here to read. 

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Okay well this week Started off as normal as possible. Everything was fine then I (Ross) somehow managed to sprain my right wrist without noticing till later. It sucked hard because I have no clue how it happened and I didn't have anything to put it in. I settled for Ibuprofen and at two pills of the  200mg stuff a day I've gotten back to the point where I can snap my finger without pain though if i put a bit of pressure on it while its down it shoots pain still. Oh well it'll get better soon though. Aside from that My diets going fairly well. I checked today and I'm down to 201LB so I can tell its working which makes me smile when I see that I've dropped a pound or more. 

I think frank is crazy now. He has picked up the habit of talking to himself loudly. He'll be meowing loudly in another room and change his meows to answer himself. Oh and if you interrupt his conversation with himself he'll glare at you till you shut up then he'll go back to talking to himself and wander into another room. He's kinda upset because he hasn't had his fix in over a week and a half. He'll be happy later today though because Ann bought some catnip while she was out.

Apparently Ann decided when she moves to give the quaker and the African tortoise to friends. Norbert (the tortoise) is going to my sis/aunt who loves reptiles. I'm taking the cat and the bird is going to a gay friend of my aunts. It'll be kinda sad to see them all be separated but still it's good that they are going to good homes.

Okay now that he's done with his update its my (Noba) turn. Since last time I got to go to Lows again. This time I got a two one foot long links of log chain and a few new Blue Hawk chain quick links. Why buy handcuffs which are uncomfortable and cost a lot for a real set when you can just get clips and chains to attach to a submissive wrist cuffs which are more comfortable? I dont see a need to get handcuffs and spend more than I have to. 

I've gotten better with my fetlife and made a few wonderful friends. They are great and so nice. I found a few groups to join there with people who share a interest of mine. Everyone on there has been so sweet and nice. I liked some pictures and have had fun so far. (:

I found a new blog to fallow that seems interesting. I cant wait to start reading it. I think it will be a lot of fun once I get to. Aside from that I made a twitter which is something I never thought id do but it has been a great way to talk to a few of my favorite kinksters. At first I was nervous about talking to one of them because he's a really experienced Dom and I felt a bit intimidated to be honest. It's not that hes a bad guy it's just I felt kinda like I didn't have the right to right away. So after a few days I've worked myself into talking to him more. The other was really easy to talk to because I have been for a little bit now. Aside from that I found a great BDSM joke that some of you may like so I'll past it up for you to see. Just know I own nothing. I hope you like it and talk to ya all next time.

What NOT to do With Your Dominant

• Pushing limits does not mean making Master so angry the vein above his right eye throbs.
• "Quit it!" "Ow, damnit!" "I'm hiding that toy when you go to work tomorrow" and cursing a blue streak are not safe words.
• "Oh my god, where did you get those, they are gorgeous!!!" is not considered boot worship.
• "Ya want fries with that?", "Want me to drink it for you too?" are not appropriate remarks when Master gives you an elaborate drink order.
• Flipping your dominant off while your hands are cuffed behind your back is a bad idea. Owners have ways of knowing these things.
• Putting lube, goop, Superglue, ink or any other substance that will sully the hands of Master on his toys while setting up for a session is not a good idea.
• Kicking that toy you hate far under the bed is futile. Master will only secure your wristcuffs to your anklecuffs and make you crawl for it...repeatedly.
• "Bite me" is never an intelligent response to a command.
• Doing your Beavis and Butthead imitation of "Fire, fire, fire, fire!" during Master's lecture on fireplay safety is considered rude.
• Responding with "Yes, All Wise, All Knowing Grand Imperial Weenie" is not appropriate when Master asks you if you are comfortable during a bondage scene.
• Asking to go to the bathroom every five minutes while Master practices his Japanese rope work on you will try his patience, quickly.
• Crossing your eyes and sticking your tongue out while your dominant is discussing your punishment is not wise.
• There is no such thing as slave immunity, free slave day, or the pms defense. The slave jury might not convict you, but the Dom judge will override the verdict. Count on it.
• Pretending Master's collection of buttplugs are toys and singing the "Weebles wobble but they won't fall down" song is not a good idea.
• Repeatedly blowing out each candle Master lights during wax play will get you punished.
• Checking Master's head for the 666 symbol after a harsh punishment will only get you more of the same, or worse.
• "I know you are but what am I?" is not the appropriate response when called a raunchy little whore during humiliation play.
• Using the spreader bars, paddles or canes for the fireplace is not a good plan.
• "Missed me, missed me, now ya gotta kiss me" is an unacceptable remark when Master's flogger slips.
• When Master pulls out his bullwhip and says he wants to play, he doesn't mean hide-and-seek...he will find you eventually.
• Calling Merry Maids when you are ordered to spruce the place up is not what your dominant had in mind.
• "Faster, faster, we need a new Master" is NOT the song to sing during a session.
• "Oh, and you think I am?" is an unacceptable response to hearing your dominant say he is not pleased.
• During a play party is not the time to do your hilarious imitation of Igor and hunch over, moaning "Yes, Marster" when ordered to fetch something.
• Adding "Sir" or "Master" to "Fuck that plan!" will not save you.
• Singing the chorus of "Anything You Can Do, I Can Do Better" under your breath during a session is considered foolhardy.
• Arguing whether "Master might not be right, but Master is never wrong" is Zen or Buddhist philosophy will only get you rewarded with kneeling in the corner on a bed of Legos "to help you consider the question in quiet contemplation."
• Reciting nursery rhymes during an interrogation scene to crack your Owner up only lasts for so long. Then you will pay BIG.
• Asking "Is that as HARD as you can hit??" is considered a cry for help amongst submissive suicide prevention workers.

Introducing Noba

Hey its Noba. *points at the person saying "It's about damn time"* Shut the fuck up. When I want your damn opinion I'll ask you for it. Now as I was saying before I was interrupted *glares at the person who interrupted* I'm Noba. I know this is my first time posting on here and well its because most of the time I dont really see much need to tell people what I've been up to. I mainly deal with online stuff at the moment but I'm sure I'll eventually move more into "Real World" stuff too but for now I'm mostly the online side.

So I know now the question on your minds is why are you posting now? Well I'll tell you. Last night I finally decided to join a site I've heard about for a while now but really haven't had the nerve to join. As you all may or may not know both me and Ross are kinky so it was time to fallow the Doms and Subs who came before me. Yes for those of you who are into Kink or BDSM you may have heard of our own personal version of Facebook and for you who dont know its called fetlife. So I made a fetlife late last night after I got the courage to finally join. So far I haven't really done much but to be honest late at night who's in the mood to do a lot when they only had six hours sleep the night before and nothing to keep them awake. Anyone? Okay for those of you saying you do good for you.

In other news When I was out shopping yesterday with Ross I got to pick up a new supply for my "Toy Chest". Yes I will let you see it eventually. For now though I need to find a partner willing to play with in my area before I can use any of my stuff but still I like being prepared before hand. Anyway for everyone wondering it was 50ft of braided Nylon rope, 5/16s in diameter and it can hold up 192LB. Its strong enough to suspend my sister from the ceiling if I wanted to. No I'm not going to though it was just an example so you in the back, Shut up. I personally love Nylon because you can wash it easy and its so damn strong and easy to unknot. You can wash toss it in the washing machine and almost nothing short of acid will effect it chemical wise. Oh and did I mention you can get a bag of this stuff for like sixteen bucks at Home Depot or buy it by the foot for real cheap at Lows?

Okay well as I said I joined fetlife last night. I went looking around and just had to laugh at something I saw. It seems like most people have one dream in common but just in variations. Well I just saw our kinky variation and it made me chuckle and say yeah that does sound nice. What is that dream you ask well its A house with a white picket fence and for us into kink a dungeon in the basement. Why does everyone seem to want that? I have no clue but it does sound nice. Maybe id go for a normal fence surrounding my big back yard instead of the white picket fence though.

Catching Up

 Warning: This will be a really long post because Ive been gone so long.
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Wow I can hardly believe its been almost two weeks since I (Ross) made a post on here. Sorry about that. Ive been busy recently. Well let me jump right too it a little bit after where I last left off. Oh yeah well Ann had to go to Columbus to get some muscle relaxers because her menopause was kicking in bad and she couldn't take hormone therapy because it would give her cancer. That didn't go as planned but her daughter and I went with her. Before we went to her appointment we visited an old friend of hers. hes funny as hell and a giant to be quite honest. (the guys built like a brown bear) So we hung out at his place after getting lost and him having to find us. Then we went to her appointment. (Never go to a free woman's health clinic for good help thinking its guaranteed because sorry girls but it isn't or at least not in this case.) The nurse listened to her say whats been going on and proceeded to tell her she was infected with the devil because she was connecting things that for the most part aren't all there. some of them are though  then the nurse prayed with her for an hour solid. After that they sent us to downtown to get a script for some meds and get checked out by a real doctor. We all got to the place they told us and the window said everything was moved to the hospital on parsons avenue. (for all those who have never been to there let me enlighten you. Pasons Avenue is not the kind of place you wanna be after dark and you dont really wanna be there long in the day light ether. Its one of those places where if you go into a parking lot you'll see broken car window glass all over the ground and if you watch the news you'll hear about a stabbing or shooting in one of the school or somewhere else there. Kinda like the bottoms in Columbus or the Bronx in New York) Anyway we went there and there was a very long line already and the assistants came out to tell everyone only one-hundred people from that county would be looked at and that they expected they would get through them by 9:30pm because the doctors wouldn't show up till 7:00pm. There are times where you just have to say "fuck it I dont feel like getting stabbed" and this was one of them so we left.

From there we went to see my aunt/big sister. Okay I'm only explaining this once so pay attention. I say aunt/big sister because when she was ten my mom (her sister) adopted her making her legally her child hence my big sister but the fact that shes my moms sister makes her my aunt too. Okay well she is my favorite aunt for good reason and is just cool as hell. I mean who else will be super excepting, give great advice, and let their 8 year old watch horror movies lol. Any way we got there and came right in and were met by her husband's miniature pincher. (It's the size of a chiwawa and the thing acts like its on crack or something all the time.) So we sat down and talked for a while. I asked her what she thought of a few job ideas I had on where I should try to work (still unemployed). She told us her work is only 3 days a week for full time but like twelve hour long shifts. Id love a job like that but I dont think I could deal with working in a retirement home as a male nurse. We talked for a few hours then went to see our good friends Ted and Debby. (I know wired quiescence we have a friend with the same first name and we have no clue how that happened at all) Anyways Debby and Ted gave her some good advice and we talked for a few hours. before heading home.

Then came last weekend. Okay well before I left I checked my weight on my old bathroom scale (I need to get a digital already). The thing is evil and said I was 210LB and since in only 5'8 that puts me like fifty pounds over weight. So on Friday around noon my father came and picked me up to go to my cousins wedding. We got to where he lives and had to wait till my half sister got out of school. So he showed me his new Google Blu Ray player (I so want one now). I showed him a few animes he might like since I'm really into anime and he gets YouTube to pull with that thing. Then we all loaded up and went for what would be a six hour long drive to Pennsylvania if we didn't drive so damn slow, stop so much, and take a longer rout than necessary. It took us eight hours to get there. That's a long time when you have to sit in the back of a dodge mini van. So after that wonderful trip there I was dropped off at my aunt and uncle's house to stay there while they went with my half sister to stay in a hotel. I was glad we did it that way because his wife is a pain in the ass to share a hotel room with and they wouldn't book two. I got to meet my cousin's new black boyfriend and he was really cool and respectful. hes one of those cultured black people who doesn't do the rapper fuck those bitches stuff. I stayed in the large bedroom they use as a laundry room/office. That's great because it has a door and all but the draft from the front door if someone leaves the entry way door that connects to the rest of the house comes right up the stairs into that room so its the second coldest room in the house and I was sleeping in a sleeping bag with a pillow. So the next day comes along and I go down for breakfast and it started going down hill from there. I poured honey which I think is too sweet over my food instead of syrup and had to eat it that way. then after eating I went to see my uncle Jim. I found him in the dinning room after a bit but he was with my grandfather peat who I really dont like because he made the family turn on my mom including my father. He asked what I was into these days and I said I liked to study and he asked what so I said adult subjects and had to go on to explain that I'm studying to get more into BDSM. My grandfathers room mate was all confused so mu uncle had to explain it to her then everything got all quiet after a short lecture on safety. From there I had planned to take a shower thinking I could get one before the wedding at the last moment because surely no one else thought of that. I was wrong and had to skip my shower and get dressed. Oh yes yet another disaster. I left my dress shirt back at home in Ohio so I had to barrow one. then I went to put on my suit and the pants didn't want to zip up or button because id put on weight since my father bought them for me after graduation the previous year (Never buy form fitting clothes if you want them to last). Eventually I got then to button and zip and it not only was crushing my crotch but also made it heard to breath along with slightly tearing near the zipper. Once they were on I couldn't bend down to put on my socks or shoes so I had to ask my grandmother to do it for me like a little kid. I was so ashamed by that and my uncles daughter who isn't related to me by blood laughed at me. I went for a run after I got them on because I was hoping that if I ram for the hour before the wedding my stomach might loosen up a bit. it did a little but when I took off the belt that helped too but not much. The best man was real cool and polite when he heard me tell him all this and being a big guy himself had experienced it. So we went to the wedding and reception. I got a lecture from my great uncle about marriage when I told him if id caught the grader belt it would be a curse not a blessing since I think of marriage as a form of legal slavery and unhealthy to stay in if your only staying because you cant afford a divorce. My father was mortified when his 8 year old caught the flowers to say who would be married next. Once we got back I was happy to take off the suit and declared I was going on a diet because most of my fat doesn't go to my stomach it goes to my ass instead so yeah I have a great ass but I have to wear a 37 to fit it which isn't really good for me since I was like 179LB less than three years ago. The next day we left and the ride was longer because my grandmother was coming back with us and my dads new kid was acting like a brat.

Okay that brings us to this week. I got home and Ted and his wife had me watch their daughter all this week since Ann decided to go out on the rode with him for a week. On Tuesday I checked my weight and it says I dropped three pounds. Stacy's been okay to deal with alone until I call her mom to see how things were going then she turned into a brat till I handed my phone to her to talk to her mom. Today shes been a bitch giving me the silent treatment for making her do some dishes and she got all pissed off earlier and started throwing my stuff out me window and on the front lawn. Aside from that today I walked all over town trying to find a place that would let Ted park his truck for free for the weekend then I came back and have been online and watching a horror movie marathon with Ann's bird ever since. We are watching the VHS tapes of the Halloween and nightmare on elm street together. I love the old Halloween before Rob Zombie ruined it. Oh and by the way I just checked my scale again and I'm down to 204LB :) . I need to start eating more fruits and vegetables if they will get me to the weight I want to be at (164LB). Well that's it for now. Thanks to everyone who read this all and I hope you enjoyed it. Till next time.

Sick is sick

Hey it's Ross. Well I'm back and as you can tell I was sick over the weekend :( . Let my back track to the start of the weekend on Friday night. Okay well this is how it went. Me and my roommates had planned to have a few drinks, eat a nice pre-Easter dinner since one of my roommates (well call him Ted) Ted is a trucker and had to work on Easter, and watch some movies together. We are closer than most roommates as you can see. I'll tell you right now that did NOT all happen. He got home on Friday and we did have a huge dinner with stuffing, turkey, deviled eggs, peas, crescents, and potatoes on Saturday. It was good and we watched a few movies but none of the ones we planned on. Friday had been spent by myself as he didn't get in till late and my other two house mates went to get him. They didn't get back till around 11:30 or so. We talked for a bit and watched a few movies but then we all went to bed. It got cold as hell that night and I somehow threw off my blankets and by morning woke up with a high fever and my arm hurting because I laid on it funny. I went to the front room feeling like shit and Ted's wife could tell I was sick (she’s so sweet). Being the caring type she sent me back to bed after I took some ibuprofen. She made me stay in bed for five and a half hours. Being an active person I like to move around so this felt like a punishment to me. I know she was looking out for me and all and I really appreciate it but still I didn't enjoy lying in bed sweating off my fever for five and a half hours. When I'm not moving around it feels to me kinda like I'm wasting time. Still sick is sick so I did it and was so glad when I got the okay to get out of bed again. The rest of the day till dinner was spent online chatting with friends, reading, and watching other videos we didn't plan to.

Ann (Ted's wife) and her daughter tried the Jello shots they made and found they weren't really that good and they made the whole kitchen smell like vodka whenever we opened the fridge door. I don’t really enjoy that smell at all so I stayed away from there a lot till they put them in containers to trap the smell. I didn't drink any of the bottle of wine I got either. See I have a fear of drinking. Not because I don’t like people who drink or anything like that but for two reasons. One being that I say a lot of wired shit sober and the thought of me being drunk and not giving a shit what I say scares the hell out of me. I kinda feel that I need to sensor myself a lot and I don’t really like the thought of an uncensored me running around saying shit with little to no thought of the consequences of my actions. The other is that all my life my grandmother has told me that the men in my father’s side of the family tend to be angry drunks and I have no desire to get mad at people and possibly loose it over little shit. Also factor in that I’ve never had any drinks and my weight and I think it wouldn't take much to get me drunk fast.

So today Ted goes back to work later and we are all kinda doing our own thing. I know Ted and Ann are watching T.V and their daughter is texting as I type this so over all a different weekend from our norm around here but it’s been pretty okay for the most part. I hope we get to watch the last harry potter sometime in the next few weeks. I still have yet to see it and I know Ann hasn't ether even though she got it for Christmas. Well I'll keep you updated so till next time. Keep reading and I hope you enjoy.

Kitty nip fun and a new friend

Hey its Ross, well tonight we added a member to our house. His name is Frank and hes a three year old cat. When we got him home he was shy but curious so he looked around and explored. His tail has this wired ringed feel like its always stiff when its touched. He knocked over stuff when he walked beside the stand by the couch. Well to get him to loosen up I got him stoned and gave him cat nip. (always a good idea for cats you aren't use to lol. It helps a little.) He sniffed around a little before he caught on to the smell. When he does it was just entertaining for all. He started off using the carpet I sprinkled with cat nip as a scratching post, then after that things got strange. He started licking the carpet and rolling around on the floor. Shortly after that he found a slipper and apparently the slipper was offensive to him so he had to kick its ass. He was so stoned that he didn't even pay attention to the laser light. We were laughing our asses off. I think he'll be a good addition to our home and I'll try to be his friend till I move out. He seems to really like me though so I don't think it will be too hard. Hes like super loveable and friendly with everyone so far. While I type this hes busy getting into shit so I guess I should go find out what hes into, so till next time keep reading and have fun.^_^

Bad choice

Looks just like my roommates bird

Okay everyone its me (Ross) again. Today was interesting over all. Earlier I let the bird out to fly while my roommates daughter had her boyfriend over and the bird decided her boyfriend was too close to her so since the bird is convinced shes mate he bit her boyfriend. Well she didn't like that and I got blamed since I let him out, and the bird got covered. Since It was my fault she broke into my room to steal my shit like always. Later Purdy decided since he was covered to start mimicking me and learned to say hello really accurately so I uncovered him again. This time however I decided to treat him and let him watch cartoons since he loves them. I kinda forgot when I put in an Animaniacs VHS tape that the bird is already frutilupis so putting in a tape about them wasn't gonna make him any more sane. He was good and quiet for a while then he started acting up and I told him id give him a lucky charms marshmallow if he'd let me get a good picture of him. Well as you can probably tell from the caption that isn't him. No he decided once he was out that he would not stand still, he was not going back in his cage and that it would be more fun to terrorize me instead of let me take his picture. He is the meanest little bastard to me because he knows I don't really like him all that much and I'm slightly terrified of him because he wants so badly to bite me which in the whole time living with him he has yet to successfully do.... Sorry for the pause I was giving myself a little cheer because he's worked hard to bite me and I've done so well by not being bitten yet for so long ^_^.