... for those days when it just pisses me off that I've listened to my entire CD library eighty bazillion times...

Radio Rivendell

Martini in the Morning

I'm getting a heroic amount of writing done, thanks to a generous muse and the vacation time to actually LISTEN to her. Even so, every couple of scenes I have to get up and stretch, throw in a load of laundry or something to give her a chance to regroup.

This break was time to check Random Seldom-Used Email Accounts. This generated some amusing spam-email titles, which I will now share.

Bed so well you can convert a lesbian
(Into what? And if a girl doesn't like the dick, why would giving them a LOT of it change her mind?)

Video of real couples having sex
(As opposed to fake ones?)

Feel the power in your pants
(Um...)

Give your pen\s a new life
(Undead pen\s?)

Grow your manliness today
(Cha-cha-cha-chia!)

Last Longer in Bed
(What if you want to use the wall?)

Spring isn't over just yet
(Since it snowed on Saturday, I'm not sure it's actually started...)

Turn it into a thing she will never forget
(There are a lot of horror movies I can't unthink, too...)

I might add others later, should they seem worthy.

Back to writing!

For those, like me, who miss a simpler generation of video games...

You Have To Burn The Rope

So easy, even I can beat it.

Enjoy.

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More proof that if you give someone a privy, eventually they'll play with it.

You think they were checking for Harvey?

I don't care how pretty it makes her feel. The cloud of perfume remaining in front of the ONLY DAMN DOOR to the department (one cube over from mine) was bad enough that I could taste it. Everybody else in the department was gagging, too.

I'm allergic to chemical scents... my partner (upon whose head blessings I heap) has developed the supernatural ability to sense where the candle aisle is in Target and can steer me away from it before I get nailed with a headache.

That's from unlit candles.

Yeah.

Ten minutes later, I had to leave, fighting nausea and a rapidly forming migraine.

At least I got home before I hurled.

All because someone wanted to feel pretty.

If workplaces are tobacco free, why the hell aren't they scent-free too? I KNOW I'm not the only one with this problem. And "moderation" be damned - too many people have no concept of what that means. Maybe the ones who do lose their ability to use scents - sorry, but I'm going to be selfish and say that's less inconvenient than causing agony to hapless bystanders.

I better effing well be feeling better by tomorrow - the lady in the next cube over has a vacation day, and it's absolute damn chaos when the two of us are out at once.