Erica Scott: Life, Love and Spanking

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Toppy chiropractors and birthday wishes

Yes, I’m still seeing my Uber-bossy chiropractor. When I saw him a few weeks ago, I was in the throes of my cold and my body was a mess of knots. Everything he touched hurt. So when I went in last Monday for a tune-up, he asked how I was doing. “Much better than last time,” I replied.

“OK, so just a mild beating today, as opposed to the extreme beating.”

Uh…

I think I’ve mentioned how he has a penchant for putting me in various positions and then commanding, “Don’t you move.” Which drives me crazy. So this last time, I challenged a bit. “You do realize that every time you say ‘don’t you move,’ that makes me want to move, right?”

“Yes, absolutely, because you can’t stand anyone else being in charge.” How does he know?

“Well, it’s just that when someone says ‘don’t you’ do something, that implies that there is a consequence for doing that thing,” I persisted.

“Nope, none at all,” he said cheerfully. While digging his fingers into my left hip and practically making me writhe off the table. “Oooh, yes, hello, that sucks, doesn’t it?”

“Sadistic bastard,” I grumbled. Oh, this guy would be such a formidable top.

“Far be it from me to actually try to tell you to do something,” he went on. And then, for the rest of the appointment, he made a point of politely asking me for everything. “Please roll onto your back.” “Please, may I stretch you now?” “Please hold that position.” “Please allow me to lift you to sitting.” And finally, when he put me on the rolling massage table with ice, he said, “Relax. Or don’t, if you don’t want to! Whatever you want.”

He still refers to me as “little girl” and “tiny person.” I don’t get it; I’m really not that tiny. Although I suppose it’s all relative, since he’s 6′ 3″+ and built like a linebacker.

All titillation aside, I really am glad I found this guy. He doesn’t BS me and tell me there’s a million things wrong with me and that I have to come back every week. As he put it: “I don’t want to see you that often.” Thanks, I love you too. And since I’ve been seeing him, the sciatica that had been plaguing me, shooting down my left leg into my foot, has cleared up. OK, so it’s his elbow on my butt, not his hand. Such is life.

Moving right along — today is the wonderful, talented Dave Wolfe’s birthday! AKA Wolfie, of WolfieToons, Dave has created countless delightful spanking toons over the years, and has made countless people smile and laugh. Besides being a great artist, he’s also one of the sweetest men ever. We have never met in person, but have corresponded online for many a year. He’s compassionate, caring, witty, and an incorrigible punster (do not incorrige him!). I have been lucky enough to be immortalized, Wolfie-style,  as he has created several toons for my various birthdays. But since it’s his birthday, not mine, I’ll post one of my favorite non-birthday creations (and interestingly, it’s non-spanking too). Dave knows I am a bit of an oddball and derive the same joy from rainy days as most people do from sunny ones. So here is his image of me dancing in the rain.

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Do check out his blog, and his immense catalog of drawings, if you haven’t already. Happy birthday, Wolfie! We love you! ♥ ♥ ♥

And happy hump day, y’all.

Couple more birthday tidbits

I’d forgotten to mention that, along with flowers and lunch, Steve gave me a gift card. What’s so unusual about that, you might wonder. Take a look at it.

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What, pray tell, is a “Vanilla VISA”??? Does that mean I can’t buy anything naughty with it? So what shall I purchase? Maybe go to the book section of Amazon and buy “The Joys of Missionary”? Or get some nice virginal white granny panties? Oh, I know! I’ll go to the music section and buy “Shades of White: The Pat Boone Box Set”! (snort)

Incidentally, Steve was the one who scrawled KINKY under the No Fees line.

And really, is my birthday complete without a new cartoon from the uber-talented Dave Wolfe? No, it is not. He never forgets, no matter what. ♥ Here is the 2016 Erica’s Birthday Toon:

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Thank you, Wolfie!!

And finally — this part is off topic, but it definitely concerns another topic about which I’m passionate: The Beatles. Yesterday, John took me to see “The Beatles: Eight Days A Week — The Touring Years,” the documentary by Ron Howard. It focused on 1962-1966, the years in which they traveled worldwide and performed live for thousands of teenagers. At the end of the film, there was a remastered film of their 30-minute Shea Stadium concert in 1965, to over 55,000 screaming fans.

It was magical. Especially for me, because I much prefer the first half of their career to the second. I loved them overall, but whenever I have my druthers, I choose to listen to the music from their “moptop” days, when they wore identical suits and haircuts, when they were brimming with youth and exuberance and cheekiness. Before they grew tired and jaded, before they withdrew from the public and retreated into the studio. When they could still do no wrong, before that unfortunate throwaway remark by John (“We’re bigger than Jesus”) in 1966 brought the wrath of the Bible Belt on their heads, inciting everything from mass burnings of Beatles albums and merchandise to death threats. Yes, their later music grew more sophisticated and complex, it gained in maturity and brilliance… but it lost something as well, for me: the unbridled joy. The playfulness, the boyishness. Before “She Loves You” morphed into “She’s Leaving Home.”

Some parts of the film made me cry… I’m not sure why. Nostalgia, perhaps, or sadness for days gone by. I thought of my brother, who was a teen in the thick of Beatlemania, who went to see them at the Hollywood Bowl. In fact, when the film showed footage of the Bowl concert, John leaned over and whispered, “Ken was there!”

But most of it made me happy. And I’d like to share just a tidbit, the last song in the Shea Stadium concert. Where the screaming was so loud, they couldn’t hear themselves, so they had to count on each other for musical cues (Ringo said he kept the drum beat by “watching John’s ass”). For me, this little two-minute clip encapsulates everything I loved about the Beatles. Watch Paul gleefully singing at the top of his lungs; John and George singing accompanying harmonies and cracking up; John clowning at the keyboard. I defy anyone to not feel the infectious joy. Indulge me — it’s just two minutes. 🙂 Hope everyone had a nice weekend.

So, what brought this on…

Today, I noticed that my blog views spiked dramatically upward. No complaints, mind you. I haven’t posted since Monday and my views were pretty much dormant. But what could be causing the traffic? I did a scan of the blogosphere — nope, nothing posted that has anything to do with me.

Then I realized… it’s probably from something completely vanilla. Ooopsies! 😀

As I’ve mentioned ad nauseam, I use Erica Scott pretty much everywhere, including Twitter. Several years ago, I connected with and friended “Cousin Barnabas,” who is a fellow Dark Shadows fanatic and has a blog called The Collinsport Historical Society. He knows about my blog, and it didn’t send him running away screaming. In fact, he’s one of my blog followers, and he often “Likes” my tweets. I ♥ open-minded people.

Because Dark Shadows is currently celebrating its 50th anniversary (!!!), he invited several people to write a guest column on his blog about their experiences with the program, when/why/how they watched it, etc. I was very honored to be on this list, and I wrote a little piece about my years as a DS fangirl (and in particular, a Quentin Collins/David Selby fangirl). He posted it this morning, and you can read it here. And he tweeted about it, which linked people to my own Twitter profile.

And what’s on my Twitter profile? My blog URL.

Oh, dear. Imagine the shock when a bunch of Dark Shadows fans read this column, wondered who I was, and clicked on my blog. Not quite what they were expecting!

Ah well. They’re all big boys and girls, I’m assuming. For the DS fans landing here via the Collinsport Historical Society, I offer you this toon that my talented friend Dave Wolfe created for me a few years ago, which combines two of my favorite obsessions. 😀

My heartthrob is... How old???

Oh… and this really should go without saying, but I’m saying it anyway. If you visit the CHS blog and want to comment on my post, please don’t say anything about TTWD. That’s not what his page is about and that would just be rude, ya know?

New blog — everyone go see! :-)

Happy Friday! (and happy ChrossDay) 😀

My friend, the talented Dave Wolfe (of the popular WolfieToons) has started a new blog HERE. Everyone, please go read, comment, encourage, add him to your list — he has lots to share and he’s such fun. Plus, he’s one helluva sweet guy. We’ve never met in person, but we’ve had much correspondence over the past several years and he’s brought me many smiles and laughs.

In case you haven’t seen any of his work (and if not, where have you been?) here’s a toon he created for me on my 50th birthday:

“There’s a crack in the mirror” — HAR!

In other news: John finally got that godawful PICC taken out. No more IV! No more antibiotics! And not a moment too soon. The man was going mad with the side effects… suffice it to say that the last month was exceedingly unpleasant. The rash is still healing as the drugs work their way out of his system, but he’s on his way to feeling much better. 🙂

In case you’re wondering what’s become of the CHoS, I haven’t received much material for it lately. I suppose that’s good, huh? But it will be back, once I collect a couple more entries.

So, let’s review: seeing my sweetheart tonight, tomorrow and Sunday, and then… it’s Monday! And you know what Monday means! Am I a happy girl today? Yup.

Have a great weekend, y’all.

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