<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865727</id><updated>2011-07-18T22:08:29.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Rumination</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262438451759803547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/320/kneeling1.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865727.post-116759951349296163</id><published>2006-12-31T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T16:04:26.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End</title><content type='html'>As I mentioned, I have been dating a Domme and things were going well since the end of September. From the beginning we discussed limits and interests in various kinks. She knew I desired a monogamous relationship and that I had a hard limit of ever including other men in our activities. She voiced no objection and stated she understood and agreed. We spent a lot of time together in those three months and became very involved physically and emotionally.  I believed I had finally found THE ONE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week ago she informed me she had special plans for "us" on New Year's Eve. She kept the details to herself other than telling me to keep the day and evening open, to pack a bag, and gave a list of the things she wanted me to bring. To say I was excited would be an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night she informed me that we were visiting a male Dom, female submissive couple's home and that several male and female submissives would be there. She had plans on "using" several of the male and female submissives sexually and expected me to participate. Given our previous discussions, I was stunned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reminded her that this was a hard limit for me and that she was well aware of this. She patted my cheek, smiled condescendingly and informed me that she was in control and that she was helping me "push past" this ridiculous barrier I had established. When I told her I would not, she informed me I would then sit and watch as she "used those who are the real submissives" and that I would then have an object lesson in how I should behave. After informing her this would not be the case and that I would no longer see her if she could not hold to her original agreement of a monogamous relationship, she laughed and again patted my cheek and told me that I was "too far gone to let go of (her) now. I know you are fully under my control and cannot break away from me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After informing her that her choices were forcing me to end our relationship, I drove her home, saw her to the door, and turned to leave. As I walked down the sidewalk she called after me telling me that I would come crawling back, that no real submissive man would turn their back on a Domme like her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It struck me as I drove away that I'd rather have a pure vanilla relationship with a woman who loves me, totally and completely giving up my kinks, than to have a relationship with a woman who doesn't respect my limits or love me in the way I love her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kink means nothing without love and respect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17865727-116759951349296163?l=rrumination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/feeds/116759951349296163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865727&amp;postID=116759951349296163' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default/116759951349296163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default/116759951349296163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/2006/12/end.html' title='The End'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262438451759803547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/320/kneeling1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865727.post-115885584086903760</id><published>2006-09-21T08:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T16:05:47.791-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First Date</title><content type='html'>It's been a month since my last post and I've been busy. My stress level has decreased significantly and I'm happier than I have been in a long time. I knew hypnosis was powerful but I never expected life could be this good as a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks ago I was at a party and I met a very engaging woman. Right away I knew she was dominant. She may not be kinky - it's too soon to know - but she is extremely self-assured and has a way about her that encourages people to acquiesce to her wishes. We exchanged numbers and I called her a few days later to ask her out. She immediately and gracefully took over the conversation, suggesting a restuarant and even the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday evening I rang her doorbell, a little nervous but very excited. She is a beautiful woman but it was more than that. That easy self-confidence and intelligence are incredibly enticing and I was anxious to get to know her better. When she opened the door I admit for a minute I became a typical guy. My eyes roved over her body. She laughed and placed a finger under my chin, lifting it to her eyes. Beautiful green expressive eyes. "Look later, I'm starving now!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remainder of the evening was enchanting. We talked and laughed, just enjoying one another. She had this habit of placing her hand on mine when she was about to interrupt me. It didn't take long until it was automatic to stop whatever I was saying or doing when her hand touched mine. It was her signal and I knew it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the evening, I walked her to her door. I started to lean down and kiss her, but her hand touched mine and I automatically stopped. She took my face in her hands, ran her tongue teasingly over my lips before she kissed me. With a soft laugh, she opened the door and stepped inside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm already hooked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17865727-115885584086903760?l=rrumination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/feeds/115885584086903760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865727&amp;postID=115885584086903760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default/115885584086903760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default/115885584086903760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/2006/09/first-date.html' title='First Date'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262438451759803547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/320/kneeling1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865727.post-115630687771884818</id><published>2006-08-22T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T16:06:01.874-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Preparing The Man</title><content type='html'>Have you ever noticed how easily a beautiful dominant woman can twist a man around her finger?    One laughing comment and he's willing to change so many things.  Especially when he knows she is right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rrumination.blogspot.com/2006/08/on-edge.html"&gt;I mentioned&lt;/a&gt; how stressed I'd been lately.  I had planned to listen to some relaxation MP3s but I never found the time.  Because of all the rushing trying to get everything done before my boss has a coronary, I've become even more stressed than I was the other day.  I mentioned this to &lt;a href="http://www.ladyjulia.net/blog/"&gt;Lady Julia&lt;/a&gt; tonight.  I had called Bill to check on him and she laughingly pulled the phone away from him and informed me she was disappointed with me.   Even when she is teasing, that makes me feel terrible to hear that.   When I asked what she meant, she replied that she was disappointed that I hadn't been taking better care of myself by putting my emotional health as a priority.  "How are you going to serve that Dominant woman you're seeking if you don't keep yourself ready?"  She said that in a half serious-half teasing tone but it hit me hard.  She went on to say that I should take time to take care of myself because I should be important to myself first.  That's true too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never really considered that not taking good care of myself and making that a priority was placing me in a position that made me poorly prepared to serve.  Obviously I know I should watch my weight and I've been doing that.  I know I needed to quit smoking and I did that thanks to her Surrender 3 hypnosis MP3.  But I never thought about taking care of my stress level as preparation for submitting.  It makes sense.  A stressed man's blood pressure is usually up.  Stress definitely makes me irritable and it makes me less efficient at work.  I need to more effectively deal with stress.  I have to make time beginning tonight to listen to those relaxation MP3s and to plan out other things to reduce my stress, like getting up 30 minutes earlier each work day so the traffic is less on the way to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That one sentence tonight changed my attitude.  I haven't yet found the woman I want to serve but when I do I want to be ready in every way.  If I think of it that way, I'm more motivated.  In a way it's like pleasing her ahead of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17865727-115630687771884818?l=rrumination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/feeds/115630687771884818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865727&amp;postID=115630687771884818' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default/115630687771884818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default/115630687771884818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/2006/08/preparing-man.html' title='Preparing The Man'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262438451759803547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/320/kneeling1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865727.post-115549594003090801</id><published>2006-08-13T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T12:12:34.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Edge</title><content type='html'>I've been on edge this week worse than normal.  I started a new job a few weeks ago and the stress has been hellacious.  I have to travel more than they indicated during my interview and the classes I teach are twice as big as I was told.  Teaching seminars may not sound like a difficult thing to do but for me it is getting that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had time to be hypnotized 1:1 even though I had the offer because the timing just never works out.  I'm not complaining because I know it cannot be helped.  I decided to start an intensive training program for my mind and made a list of MP3s to listen to and a schedule to follow.  I've decided to listen to a relaxation MP3 and a submissive surrender MP3 every day this week and then evaluate my progress before moving on to the next level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I would rate my stress level as an 7 since I am not at work (1-10, one no stress, 10 ready for a heart attack).  I'll report my progress for those interested.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17865727-115549594003090801?l=rrumination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/feeds/115549594003090801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865727&amp;postID=115549594003090801' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default/115549594003090801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default/115549594003090801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/2006/08/on-edge.html' title='On Edge'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262438451759803547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/320/kneeling1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865727.post-115255221778359922</id><published>2006-07-10T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T10:23:37.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Real" Submission</title><content type='html'>On her blog, &lt;a href="http://www.ladyjulia.net/blog/"&gt;Lady Julia&lt;/a&gt; has been speaking about the subject of "real" submission.   I like how she thinks because she's reasonable and genuine.  You know when you read her words that she has lived this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some people who designate that people must do certain things or their submission isn't real.  Usually this is a statement of arrogance because the writer is presenting a laundry list of things he is willing to do and then deeming anyone who won't measure up to his "standards" as not a submissive.  We see people like this in every area of life.  This person is no different than a religious person saying someone must live up to their standards or they are immoral and/or hellbound.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17865727-115255221778359922?l=rrumination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/feeds/115255221778359922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865727&amp;postID=115255221778359922' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default/115255221778359922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default/115255221778359922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/2006/07/real-submission.html' title='&quot;Real&quot; Submission'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262438451759803547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/320/kneeling1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865727.post-114436762073264428</id><published>2006-04-06T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T16:53:40.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I read this on a web site and it made me think of Lady J.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a woman.” - Anais Nin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like this one too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“True strength lies in submission which permits one to dedicate his life, through devotion, to something beyond himself.” - Henry Miller&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17865727-114436762073264428?l=rrumination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/feeds/114436762073264428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865727&amp;postID=114436762073264428' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default/114436762073264428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default/114436762073264428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-read-this-on-web-site-and-it-made-me.html' title=''/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262438451759803547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/320/kneeling1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865727.post-113278885670392396</id><published>2005-11-23T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T15:34:16.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/1600/rose.coral%20rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/320/rose.coral%20rose.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All my soul follows you, love encircles you and I live in being yours." - Robert Browning&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17865727-113278885670392396?l=rrumination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/feeds/113278885670392396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865727&amp;postID=113278885670392396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default/113278885670392396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default/113278885670392396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/2005/11/yours.html' title='Yours'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262438451759803547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/320/kneeling1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865727.post-113069608539030978</id><published>2005-10-29T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T10:20:24.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunsets and Leaves</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/1600/sunset5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/320/sunset5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/1600/sunset4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/320/sunset4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/1600/fall2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/320/fall2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/1600/fall1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/320/fall1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17865727-113069608539030978?l=rrumination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/feeds/113069608539030978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865727&amp;postID=113069608539030978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default/113069608539030978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default/113069608539030978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/2005/10/sunsets-and-leaves.html' title='Sunsets and Leaves'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262438451759803547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/320/kneeling1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865727.post-113011569141517233</id><published>2005-10-23T17:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T18:01:31.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Weekend</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/1600/batman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/320/batman.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to visit family in Southern Indiana this weekend.  On the way there I stopped and had coffee at Books-a-Million with &lt;a href="http://billsblog4.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bill&lt;/a&gt;.  I had hoped to see &lt;a href="http://entrancingjulia.blogspot.com/"&gt;Lady Julia&lt;/a&gt; as well but she was still sick.  It has been at least three months since I had seen them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin and his family had a bonfire and hayride. It sounds trite but it turned out to be fun. His kids are still young enough not to be obnoxious teenagers. I think the boy is 11 and the girl 9. I brought my guitar and plucked out a few things for us all to sing. I'd really like to be a lot better than I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also watched &lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt0372784/"&gt;Batman Begins&lt;/a&gt;.  I think this may be my favorite of the Batman movies.  Great villians, a lot of action.  Decidedly worth renting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17865727-113011569141517233?l=rrumination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/feeds/113011569141517233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865727&amp;postID=113011569141517233' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default/113011569141517233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default/113011569141517233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/2005/10/my-weekend.html' title='My Weekend'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262438451759803547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/320/kneeling1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865727.post-112977190649037537</id><published>2005-10-19T18:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T18:32:51.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord of War</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/1600/lord%20of%20war.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/320/lord%20of%20war.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to a rush hour showing of "Lord of War" today. The movie starred Nicholas Cage and Bridget Moynahan. Cage plays an arms dealer who says he has done business with every army but the Salvation Army. This is not a very likeable role for Cage but his acting was right on target. He's self-assured and snaky at the same time. You wouldn't think a movie about arms dealers would be even the slightest bit funny but this one definitely has its moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were going to rate this on a scale of 1-10, I'd give it a 7.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17865727-112977190649037537?l=rrumination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/feeds/112977190649037537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865727&amp;postID=112977190649037537' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default/112977190649037537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default/112977190649037537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/2005/10/lord-of-war.html' title='Lord of War'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262438451759803547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/320/kneeling1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865727.post-112968222296141014</id><published>2005-10-18T17:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T17:44:01.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All That Jazz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/1600/coltrane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/320/coltrane.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm kicking back in my La-Z Boy, sipping some fine Scotch and listening to the greatest album in jazz. After a day where nothing went right, it's good to have a haven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nobody does jazz like Coltrane, especially in "A Love Supreme". Shades of Thelonious Monk, Miles Davis, Ornette Coleman and Albert Ayler all run through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love jazz. It touches something deep in me. I can't explain it. Can't put it in words. The only thing that relaxes me more is hypnosis. Maybe that is it. This music takes me to a place where I am relaxed and free of burdens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I finish my drink and my entry here, I'm going to listen to "Surrender", my favorite of Lady Julia's hypnosis MP3s. It should help me to wind down even more and help all the &amp;amp;$#@ from today disappear. I've told a few of my buddies about my hypnosis experience (leaving out the Domme submissive part). They're really skeptical, but a couple are going to listen to Lady Julia's non HypnoDomme MP3s. I'll burn them on a CD and give them a sample. I wonder if they will sense her strength in the midst of all that soothing sweetness?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17865727-112968222296141014?l=rrumination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/feeds/112968222296141014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865727&amp;postID=112968222296141014' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default/112968222296141014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default/112968222296141014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/2005/10/all-that-jazz.html' title='All That Jazz'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262438451759803547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/320/kneeling1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865727.post-112958763157080580</id><published>2005-10-17T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-17T15:20:31.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Story of My Dating Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/1600/garfield21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/400/garfield21.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) 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href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/feeds/112958763157080580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865727&amp;postID=112958763157080580' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default/112958763157080580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default/112958763157080580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/2005/10/story-of-my-dating-life.html' title='The Story of My Dating Life'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262438451759803547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/320/kneeling1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865727.post-112941253163589095</id><published>2005-10-15T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T14:42:11.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seven Survey</title><content type='html'>7 things I plan to do before I die:&lt;br /&gt;Learn to play guitar a lot better than I can now.&lt;br /&gt;Get married again.&lt;br /&gt;Buy a boat.&lt;br /&gt;Go to Hawaii.&lt;br /&gt;Spend a week camping and fishing with my friends.&lt;br /&gt;Read the collective works of Shakespeare.&lt;br /&gt;Go to Paramount Studio Theme Park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things I can do:&lt;br /&gt;Cook Chinese food.&lt;br /&gt;Grill a really good steak.&lt;br /&gt;Make a good Long Island Tea.&lt;br /&gt;Name all the state's capitals (yes I am a geek)&lt;br /&gt;Play third base in softball.&lt;br /&gt;Remember obscure movie lines.&lt;br /&gt;Laugh at myself when the occasion warrants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things I cannot do:&lt;br /&gt;Listen to Lady Julia speak without feeling like I'm going under.&lt;br /&gt;Tolerate intolerance.&lt;br /&gt;Keep a straight face when someone tells me not to laugh.&lt;br /&gt;Blow a bubble with gum.&lt;br /&gt;Keep from crying when I watch Old Yeller die.&lt;br /&gt;Think of many more things to put here.&lt;br /&gt;Get up in the morning without hitting the snooze button 3-4 times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things that attract me to the opposite sex:&lt;br /&gt;Good personality&lt;br /&gt;Sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;Intelligence&lt;br /&gt;Caring&lt;br /&gt;Sensual&lt;br /&gt;Self-confident&lt;br /&gt;Hypnotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 things I say most often:&lt;br /&gt;OK&lt;br /&gt;Hello&lt;br /&gt;Get out of here!&lt;br /&gt;Check this out&lt;br /&gt;I'm not interested&lt;br /&gt;Jackson, here.&lt;br /&gt;If you'll all take out your program (I am a trainer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 celebrity crushes:&lt;br /&gt;Catherine Zeta-Jones&lt;br /&gt;Jeri Ryan&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn Monroe&lt;br /&gt;Audrey Hepburn&lt;br /&gt;Lee Merriweather (as Catwoman)&lt;br /&gt;Halle Berry&lt;br /&gt;Isabella Rosselini&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17865727-112941253163589095?l=rrumination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/feeds/112941253163589095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865727&amp;postID=112941253163589095' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default/112941253163589095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default/112941253163589095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/2005/10/seven-survey.html' title='Seven Survey'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262438451759803547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/320/kneeling1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17865727.post-112932360493012425</id><published>2005-10-14T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T14:00:05.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Rumination</title><content type='html'>I've been asked to try blogging. Ordinarily I would have said "no" but I find it difficult to deny a beautiful woman. So, I begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The part I dislike the most about writing is knowing what to write about. I've been thinking about this first entry for two days and I still do not have a topic. Out of desperation I jotted down the quote of the day from my home page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Motivation is the art of getting people to do what you want them to do because they want to do it." - Eisenhower&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This reminds me of something a HypnoDomme would say.  We find ourselves doing whatever she suggests and thinking it is our idea.  And we feel good about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/17865727-112932360493012425?l=rrumination.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/feeds/112932360493012425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=17865727&amp;postID=112932360493012425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default/112932360493012425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/17865727/posts/default/112932360493012425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://rrumination.blogspot.com/2005/10/random-rumination.html' title='Random Rumination'/><author><name>Jackson</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18262438451759803547</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6332/1034/320/kneeling1.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
