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I am making Schadenfreude Pie for my writing group. (Context is sufficient to warrant pie.)

customers_suck: "Jesus doesn't eat salad."

Geeks + The Register talking about call center sex = win.

Darkside's mom sent me an empty e-mail with the last e-mail I sent to him, cc:-ed to the two new e-mail addresses with the new ISP. Much ♥ for Darkside's mom, though I did disturb hcolleen when I freaked out upon recognizing the sender-name and subject line. (Displayed sender name was only her first name, and at first I was wondering if it were spam, but then I noticed that there was that little "I am in your address book" icon visible. So I realized who it had to be. And made incoherent noises.
Gone away, gone ahead,
Echoes roll unanswered.
Empty, open, dusty, dead.
Why have all the Weyrfolk fled?

Where have dragons gone together
Leaving weyrs to wind and weather,
Setting herdbeasts free of tether;
Gone, our safeguards, gone, but whither?

Have they flown to some new weyr
Where cruel Threads some others fear?
Are they worlds away from here?
Why, oh why the empty weyr?

-- "The Question Song", Anne McCaffrey
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