Yeah, I e-mailed you something along those lines. And, er, porn.

Watch me scramble inelegantly to open my e-mail.

So I guess my firm is the only one with problems accessing nytimes.com, etc.

Possible y'all have spyware or a virus controlling your horizontal and verticalbrowser.

bon bon, your browser is trying to tell you that you need to go read Slashdot right now.

bon bon, your browser is trying to tell you that you need to go read Slashdot right now.

Thank you! Incidentally, that bar he was discovered at is literally across the street from my building.

The Slashdot article doesn't mention it, but his songs are downloadable from adultswim.com. I don't have the exact link, though, because I'm blocked at work from it.

Mmm. Bison.

the cockroaches are disturb-a-rama.

It always reminds me of Infinite Jest, and how the death throes of network TV were both signalled and speeded by advertisements for tongue-scrapers -- they were so disgusting that they actually made people stop watching, but as people stopped watching they were the only advertisers the channels could get.

Alas, the cockroaches probably don't signal the demise of the pages featuring them, or of whatever company's responsible for them. But they should.

Perkins is currently on her way to Ohio with a replenished supply of tamarind balls.

Okay, I give. What the holy hell are tamarind balls?

Huh. I just ended up at trustedsearch trying to get to my yahoo mail, but I reloaded and it was OK. Weird.

What the holy hell are tamarind balls?

After you castrate the domesticated tamarind...

they are yummy bits of goodness. sweet and sour and yum.