July 20th, 2004

running, bomb tech

Turkish Delight

A while ago, wibbble sent a care package with a nifty assortment of sweets in it. The last remaining item of the bunch was a square of Turkish Delight. The wrapper advertised that it was "Filled with Eastern Promise."

I suppose it was, if you count rosewater as Eastern Promise. Chocolate and rose are really interesting tastes together.

I'd been planning to take it with me on my trip home to share with FatherSir, but I forgot it in the mad rush to leave...
high energy magic

Virtual Hugs toy

You can hug *anyone* with this.

And you can check without hugging:

http://www.toxin.org/cgi-bin/hugs.cgi?hug=[name] will just go to the hugs page without adding any more hugs to the total.

And they don't have to have an LJ. Just put in the right name to be hugged and hug them.

I like it. It's something chaos mages like.

So far, I'm the only one to hug Dubya (by that name). I think he needs a lot more hugs. Maybe then he would be nicer. Hm. Maybe everyone should go hug Georgie with intent and make the world a nicer place.
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old school hacker, bug

Fwd: Important Message

I hate hoax warnings, but this one is important.

If a man comes to your front door and says he is conducting a survey and asks you to show him your butt, DO NOT show him your butt. This is a scam; he only wants to see your butt
I wish I'd gotten this yesterday. I feel so stupid and cheap.
running, bomb tech

Dreams

Crashed out for a nap before work. I was on a tram somewhere in Florida, and shadesong was sitting in the back of the car. When the person sitting in the seat in front of her moved out, I moved to sit over there, and waved hi. She was wandering elsewhere, though, and didn't seem to see me.

The guy who had just sat down behind me winked at me and leered at me. I didn't recognize him, and I'm sure he didn't know me -- he was just a random person being very creepy. I leaned over to retrieve some spilled coins of mine -- tram fare, I think. Some of them had fallen near his sandaled feet. He told me, still leering, that if I ever needed an e-mail address, the person to ask about it was Uncle [his name]. I flipped him off, and woke up thinking that really, "Fuck you" has gotten outmoded as a dire insult in this society, and really, we need a gesture to express "You couldn't even get a date with your own hand, you pathetic loser, because your hand would fall asleep, you're so bad!" or "You couldn't even pay anyone to spend time with you," or something.

It would have to be a simple, expressive, easily understood gesture, and it would have to be commonly adopted.