Spent last night fighting with the goddamn Webring.

I decided to deal with the Open Pages queue, as I have not for several weeks, and it wouldn't let me add anyone (after the first few) but it was happy to let me remove anyone I damn well pleased!

And I cut a swath through the queue, let me tell you. After sending a few e-mails saying "Gee, I can't find your journal, where is it?" I stopped bothering and when I hit a site that had no journal or no ring fragment, or was gone, I just trashed without a word.

I figure anyone stupid enough to apply for membership in a journal webring and neglect to actually start a journal probably won't notice that they were never accepted into the ring.

I don't know about this Man in the Iron Mask.

I mean, it has Gabriel Byrne, John Malkovich, Jeremy Irons, and Gerard Depardieu for the more geriatric women, and it has whatshisname for the boppers, and it's pretty hard for me to miss anything with those first four guys in it, but I gotta tell you, judging from the ads, Pretty Boy ain't no king of France.

Louis the Surfer Dude?

This is a really silly thing to get annoyed at, but it drives me buggy when people come up to me at work, look at my computer screen, see the wallpaper that I've grabbed off the web, and say "Hey, that's a great screensaver! Where'd you get it!"

It's wallpaper, not a screensaver! Dammit!

I accidentally came across this bizarre erotic story the other day, and was reading it somewhat bemusedly when I came to the line "Mommy says Daddy can't fuck me anymore because three kids by your own father is too much!" and I just fell down laughing.

The thought that anyone would seriously whack off to that is about the funniest mental picture I've had in a while.

One year ago today:
That's me, prickly.

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