Plumbing; and dreams; and dreaming of plumbing

It's cold in here.

We are hoping that today the plumber will come (he said he would, at any rate) and fix the blockage that prevents us from using our kitchen sink, before the decreasing temperatures during the rest of this week cause various emergencies that will prevent him from having the time. Today marks one week of sinklessness, and it is most vexing.

Today I am trapped in A.D. 24 (Tac. Ann. 4.17-33), finding daunting intertextuality wherever I look.

( Some dreams of seeking and not finding. )

Op-Rah, high priestess of Mon-Tel, keeper of the seven keys of Vintuzler

A spam message invites me to investigate an exciting new health product "as seen on N.B.C., C.B.S., C.N.N., and even Op Rah."

Apparently it allows one to lose weight, reverse aging, improve memory, and increase energy levels, muscular strength, sexual potency, emotional stability, all without diet or exercise! (I think it might even make you rich, rig elections in favor of the party of your choice, and do all the housework!)

The|re we*re lots of rnadom characters thr|own in he-re and some wrods misspell|ed to get pas-t fil|ters, but for some reason "sexual potency" was left alone.


P.S. The plumber did not come.