Not quite an update but…
Yesterday, I had breakfast with a british porn superstar who is in discussions to get a certain part of her body caste molded so that it can be recreated in latex and plastic, replicated, and then shipped (by the company I work for) out for use and abuse by all of her biggest fans. I won’t say which body part, but I will tell you that it isn’t her ear. I’m ready for a new job. I’m ready to go home. Four more hours til my flight.
THAT SAID. After, PrOn breakfast I needed to distract myself from the fact that in real life, aka US east coast time zone life, I would have totally been asleep, and I mosied on over to livejournal (we’re back on speaking terms). Goodbye_sun over at SIMGENIX AWESOMENESS posted the June monthly challenge (a while ago, I’m just late), and the theme is ”Brand New Day”, where you would compile images dealing with morning crap. Because anything that happens later than 2 am and earlier than 9 am is automatically placed in the crap bin. Automatic. Except that’s confusing now because in the UK, 2 am today is 9 pm yesterday which screws up the automatic crap machine in my brain. Speaking of, it’s exactly zero in the morning where I am right now, and I’ve given up on keeping a real time line. I can’t decide if I’m hungry or tired, and it’s frustrating. The plan is to eat on the way to the airport and then collapse in exhaustion on the plane.
“VERON! Why is this relevant?! GEEZ!”
Okay, sorry. A little while back I was trying to convince myself to start a simfic50 based on a story I had in my head about an assasin, Delana Franz, who specialized in killing people with the most to lose, because she’s detached from real life as all hell. She subsequently destroys the lives of her victims’ loved ones beyond repair, and is able to care less about it, making her the top choice for bad guys to hire to kill good guys that other people might hesitate to assasinate. RHYME! (Okay, I’ve decided. I’m not hungry or tired, just delirious.)
The story revolves around Delana’s attempted murder of a really prominent good-guy philanthrapist businessman. Except good-guy businessman survives her attempt, and she kind of loses her sh*t because of it, being she has to finish the job, and stick around to witness the aftermath of her actions and all the possible terribleness that would have happened had she actually killed him. Basically, she turns pansy. In the end, she keeps half-ass attempting to kill him, but somehow they meet and fall into… something. Not love. Maybe, they just fall into bed. Which tarnishes his good-guy image in her head, because he’s married, and messing with her has made him an adulterer, and subsequently saves his life, because she doesn’t kill bad guys. Just good guys.
You know what, I don’t know. I never fleshed it out, and seeing it summarized in text makes me really glad I didn’t flesh it out, and pretty much confirms that I won’t flesh it out. Not to mention that I’m actually more than a little bit frightened of the prompt system involved with simfic, so it’s all for the best.
ANYWAY, rambling aside (I don’t know how you people tolerate me), I DID shoot a couple of prompts, one of which was for #46 Dawn. I always really liked the pictures, they fit the challange, and if I didn’t put them up today they would have eventually been deleted. I’ll admit, I spent my downtime staring at these pictures instead of the pictures for the next update, which might lead to a longer delay… but who, outside of me, wants to focus on the negative? If you want to head over and check it out… now that I’ve sat here and over-explained it for a year… the link is below.
Just know it is adult themed.
boggling….
and you want to quit a job like that? screeching with laughter!!!
complicated fascinating plot idea. how ‘bad’ would the guy have to be to save his own life? would smashing a butterfly do the trick? stiffing a waiter? stealing candy from ugly child? Just a wonderful idea!
and beautiful shots, as usual.
S.B.
June 9, 2009 at 8:47 am
Yeah, I’ll admit, the first year of it was kind of fun, but the industry wears on you. Especially as a woman. If you aren’t older and look like you’ve popped out a few kids, then you’re automatically placed in the “sexually available” category, and men and woman alike start acting sketchy around you. I mean, most people are respectful. It is still a business, and most of the time the business trumps the theme. But there are those few that just ruin it for everyone. I’m tired of them, and I’m tired of getting offered parts in skin flicks. And I’m tired of people staring at me like they have x-ray vision. Yeah.
You know what, I have no idea what makes someone good or bad. I totally didn’t think about it outside of the minimal plot line. I’m feeling like Delana would be a bit of an extremist when it came to good and bad, maybe following the ten commandments? Deadly sins? idunno. Stealing candy from an ugly child would definitely be on the list though. Ha!
Thanks!
Veron
June 9, 2009 at 9:41 pm
Dude, when you are making fake vag casts, it is SOOO time for a new job. My old manager at the mall broke four of those things. SO GROSS.
Going to check now!
Mao
June 9, 2009 at 10:39 am
HAHAHAH! Oh my gosh, if they made me be involved with anything having to do with the actual production process, I would have set something on fire.
Thanks again for the kitties. My boy picked me up from the airport with flowers, like, “These are to cheer you up!” and I was just like, “Dude, thanks, but you’ve been majorly upstaged.” Smiley face.
Veron
June 9, 2009 at 9:45 pm
Haha, aww, poor boyfriend. >:D Can’t compete with KITTENS!
Mao
June 9, 2009 at 10:41 pm
Kittens will stave off the apocalypse, I swear.
Veron
June 10, 2009 at 9:38 am
Oh gosh, that is too funny. But just think, if you switched to some boring job like the rest of us have, you would totally miss the sex toy business. And there are worse jobs in that industry. You could, for instance, be the unfortunate person making the plaster mold. O_o
I really don’t know what amount of money would convince someone to have plaster poured up her vag. Someone normal, I mean.
Lovely shots, Veron! As always, your poses stump my brain.
Penelope
June 9, 2009 at 12:32 pm
Well, I’ve been doing it for two years now, and I can’t really figure out what else I would do, so in that sense, I’m already missing it. Because I know it, and it has been stable for two years. But, the hours are retarded and I have to give up my summer to it and most of my weekends. Not to mention, I hate flying, and no matter where they send me, I spend most of my trip staring at the walls of a factory, an office building, or a hotel. And frankly, I can do that in America. Office buildings look exactly the same whereever you go.
I promise you, the guy who makes the plaster mold LOVES his job.
I’m just ready to move on. And I also work for my sister, and she sees no seperation between family time and work time. I’m done with that too. Like, fambly bbq! Hey! Let’s talk about the next shipment of DILDOS!
THEY ARE PAYING HER A LOT OF MONEY. But yeah, normal? I don’t know.
Thanks!
Veron
June 9, 2009 at 9:51 pm