Bah, this has not been a great week for Bacchus to display his dubious interpersonal skills.

The latest anti-triumph: A very cool-looking Spanish-language blog called “La Petite Claudine” copied the doggerel from this post, and hot-linked the picture from the ErosBlog server. Normally that’s fine, but there was no link credit or back link, so Bacchus was mildly steamed.

Bacchus left a comment. In haste. Which is never a good idea. It was intended to be slightly rude. It was ruder than intended. And (perhaps with the added confusion of a language barrier) it was understood as being ruder still. Response was had. As the diplomats would say, there was a frank exchange.

It turns out there was supposed to be a link credit, but technical difficulties had raised their ugly heads. Oops.

Communication finally prevailed, apologies exchanged, and all is good with the world. But Bacchus remains a moron.

A while back ErosBlog linked to, and ridiculed, an alleged list of Rules For My Slave Girls. Now SpankBoss has posted a far more realistic sounding list of rules he found floating around somewhere:

1. I will not hum the theme from Jeopardy while Master decides which implement to spank me with.
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6. Master does NOT hog the bed.
7. I will not refer to Master’s kitty as “snake food.”
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14. I will not chew my collar.
15. I will not giggle during paddlings.
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20. I will not make shadow puppets in the candlelight while Master is tying me up.
21. I will not critique how Master ties me up.
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23. I will not go out-of-state when borrowing Master’s car during lunch.
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29. It is unlikely that Master pushed all the covers onto my side of the bed so he could shiver all night.
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48. I will not hoot with laughter when Master accidentally whacks himself on the back of the head with the flogger.

Now that sounds like a happy, if kinky, relationship. The rest are mostly just as fun, and funny, so go read ’em.

James Lileks forecasts:

Can you imagine the parties in Baghdad this week? Hospitals had best make a rubber stamp that says GEORGE, because nine months from now they’re going to use it on every other birth certificate.

No, really.

Some stunningly sane writing from Jane Duvall about a difficult thing to do, sharing fantasies:

The other night, I went out on a limb the likes of which I never thought I’d do and shared one of my most extreme fantasies with Jim. I did it the way I was supposed to, because I was ready to own it and be okay even if it was something he thought was yucky (he didn’t, but hey.. we’re closer in a lot of ways than we ever realized) and I did it at the most risky time for me to do it ever, when we were that far apart. And it felt really great, to realize that I can start owning my feelings, desires and wants. I don’t have to let things happen to me, I can ask for what I want and I may or may not get it, but I can survive it if I don’t and make my choices accordingly. This may sound like a no-brainer, but it’s not a place I’ve been before given my history.

The “ready to own it” line is really quite useful. The terrifying part of sharing a fantasy is the risk that the other person will say “Yuck” and think more poorly of you. Being able to respond with “It’s mine and that’s me and I’m good with that” is tremendously liberating. Which is not to say it’s easy.

Bill Grogan’s girl
was feeling fine;
wore her red dress
fresh off the line.

She gave three groans
of awful pain
inhaled big
and flagged the train!

With all due apologies to Bill Grogan’s Goat.

Well, not really. But how else to explain that BJ was unfairly included in the new Not-Blog list?

To be sure, the blogroll over at BJ’s is cleverly disguised as a drop-down menu box with the word “elsewhere” in it. Bacchus never saw it. Bacchus is a moron. Next topic?

Sorry about that. This post below has also been fixed.