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At that joyous part of sleep deprivation where my body says, I am tired, and my mind says, no, really, you're not.

Stupid mind.

The Spam Updates

This entire penis-patch thing just makes me nervous. I'm getting forty a day on it right now. I don't even know what it *is*, but those two words together just don't belong.

Pru

I...think she's trying to make me feel better.

seperis: Is this working?
rageprufrock: what?
Pru: is what working?
Jenn: MY AIM keeps freaking out unduly for no reason.
Pru: woah, weird
Jenn: DOn't tell me that.
Jenn: Say, "this is normal and not the result of Endless Evil and The Ring".
Pru: but yeah this is working
Pru: sorry
Pru: I was talking about the freaking out
Pru: This is normal and not the result of the Endless Evil and The Ring.
Pru: What the hell have you been watching?
Jenn: I haven't, thats' the pathetic part.
Jenn: I've been very insomniacal for the last two nights.
Jenn: very, very insomniacal.
Pru: oooooooh.
Pru: I'm sorry.
Pru: You...must be sort of hallucinating at this point, huh?
Jenn: I love you too.

And.

Jenn: *nod* I'd be happy as an internet-ready hermit.
Pru: *smirks*
Pru: I have a feeling a large part of fandom would say that.
Jenn: We should all find an island with sattelite television, get huts, and move there.
Pru: *dies laughing*
Jenn: I'd be happy.
Jenn: Endless coffee, internet, and no human interaction.
Jenn: I can AIM people at the next hut.
Pru: You make me want to cry laughing sometimes, Jenn.
Pru: You can't be serious.
Pru: You must like to see people sometimes.
Pru: What about sex?
Jenn: In theory, I should.
Jenn: And I do
Pru: And borrowing stuff?
Jenn: But in actual fact, not so much.
Jenn: What would I need to borrow in a hut?
Pru: ...straw.
Pru: Sometimes, you just want...new straw.
Pru: Different straw.
Pru: Straw that you haven't had a complicated relationship with already -- straw that makes you feel like a new woman.
Pru: Oh, or dirt.
Pru: New dirt.
Pru: Different dirt.
Pru: Dirt you haven't had a complicated relationship with already -- dirt that makes you feel like a new woman.

Apparently, I need....dirt.

*blinks*

This actually may be the best advice I've recieved in the last month. I should iconize this. Must find picture of dirt.

Comments

[out-there.livejournal.com]

*giggles*

Jenn: We should all find an island with sattelite television, get huts, and move there.

Oh man, it'd rock. Apart from the lack of running hot water. That could stop me moving to the fannish island.

Jenn: What would I need to borrow in a hut?

I'm going to have to say the obvious: Tapes. DVDs. Comics. Books.

Seriously, think about fandom. Have you ever met a group of people more willing to part with their possessions all in the name of bringing a new person into the fandom? We're damn generous.

[jfc013.livejournal.com]

This entire penis-patch thing just makes me nervous. I'm getting forty a day on it right now. I don't even know what it *is*, but those two words together just don't belong.

This may be of interest:
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This is a real LETTER TO THE EDITOR from a recent issue of the NEW SCIENTIST magazine:

"NEW SCIENTIST readers are concerned about their e-mail boxes being bombarded with spam, and the need for more and better filters. However, they seem to have overlooked the benefits to be gained from all these spam messages. For instance, I have been accepting all offers made to me by e-mail since the beginning of this year, and my penis is now 43 meters long."

:)

[wrenlet.livejournal.com]

Jenn: I can AIM people at the next hut.

*giggle* Picture... three antisocial programmer types, plus desks, in a room the size of your average walkin closet. We survived by judicious use of headphones and ICQ, yes.