We Shall Not Speak of It, 'Net Denizen, For It Is Foul

Nothing much to report today. It rained most of the afternoon and evening, and it's only in the past hour that I've gotten on to cruise the 'Net and check e-mail. Nothing in the 'ol inbox but Chapter Owls from FictionAlley and ads from Ebay. My spam folder also contained e-mail with "Subjects Hidden For My Protection," which were all summarily deleted.

( Cut For Disccussion of Sexual Practices. Read At Your Own Risk )

On a more serious and less disgusting note, I decided, on a whim, to participate in a snaps-cup meme, though I'll be buggered if I know what it is. I just thought it might be fun. It can be found here:

Snaps-Cup Meme.

In a day or two, I'll likely have forgotten all about it, but what the heck.


I watched Dog the Bounty Hunter tonight. Dog is just a big, wibbly teddy bear, bless him, and damn, is Leland hot. I'd tap that.

Farewell, berlin_ and kokopoko, from the flist.

Welcome, beanie_platypus, to the flist.