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"DESPERATE DIVORCEES Hunting down mature sluts all over the country"

There's a certain formula to such things, this from an unsolicited e-mail ad for a porn site -- does it really matter which one? -- but it could almost as easily come from the phone sex ads in the Adult section of the newspaper, right next to the pictures of mishak. It's the somewhat derogatory adjective + plural noun + participle: "Horny sluts waiting (to crawl through your phone)." "Cum-crazed coeds" -- (tangent: you know what bothers me? It is this: people who think "cum into my website" vel sim. constitutes a clever pun) -- "cum-crazed coeds choking" (on your huge veiny patriarchal phallus). And so on. Some of them can be quite artful, little masterpieces constrained by the rules and conventions of the genre, like a well-crafted sonnet or elegiac couplet or Dogme 95 film.

Still, such gems are rare, and it all gets tiresome, eventually. And mishak and margaux deserve better, don't you think?

(Aside: I wondered suddenly if there has been a Dogme 95 porn flick, but rather than simply ask and get mocked by spriggan, I went to google and found this right away [work safe? well, consider the context]. Although we might point to an apparent violation of rule 10, and, come to think of it, wouldn't a porn flick be a genre film [cf. rule 8]?)

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Bored, bored, bored.

Writer's block, articles too dull to read, not feeling creative enough to work on my Changeling game, and the entire internet is uninteresting. No, seriously, all of it.

(Aside to gamers: I think actually that skimming through this is what has sucked my will away. I can certainly see that I'm not going to shoot up through the ranks of MC any time soon. Multiple-choice tests and essay exams just to have a stronger character? I Don't Think So.)

I feel that I must accomplish *something*, though, since I stayed home explicitly to do so while J. went to NH. Somehow I don't feel I've done enough reading two brief articles at the cafe this afternoon.

And how did it get to be evening already?

Oh well. There's always washing the dishes. And eating eggplant. J. is allergic, to the point that it bothers her if it's cooking in another room.

Blah.