shrift, just remember, Boston was trying to tempt you out this way before we knew you were loaded.

Hey, I was legal when I started posting here, so I've always been loaded.

You weren't loaded before you were legal?

I want Facilities involved. I ain't lifting crap myself, and in my smaller company I'd be moving it all myself.

You weren't loaded before you were legal?

True. The state of my loadedness is hardly a new development.

Facilities will not move your goodies to the right place. Be honest. Report later if they did.

Being loaded before being in Boston... OK, It could happen.

From way back, sexual slavery is what got the girls in the cans in the Wire Season 2. They were all Russian prostitutes.(/The Wire likes Baltimore carrots) But weirdly enough, that was, well, kind of beside the point in the end. Some of the characters called it "white slavery" and some didn't.But although I find Simon brilliant, wouldn't look to him to reflect conversation in polite company, much.

t finds himself opposite erikaj. It is a scary, wrong place.

Sexual slavery and sex for advancement seem different to me.

Melanin aside.

Advancement? They did it to cross over and then they "belonged" to Madame whoever who tazered them if they took too long having dinner, and they all die because one woman decides not to service the crew members anymore...they beat her up, dump her over the side and then crush the others' airholes. Doesn't sound free to me.

It is all about the shriftness of shrift.

Recently, I was a speaker at a Festschrift honoring a well-known Psychologist. At a Festschrift, speakers say some nice things about the person who is being honored, and then give a scientific paper that is at least vaguely related to the work the honoree did. Most of the speakers at a Festschrift will be famous and distinguished, but the organizers usually make room for a couple of less conventional speakers like me: my great accomplishment was having an office next to the honoree, and therefore many amusing stories to tell at his expense.

As I was giving my speech I looked at the banner across the back wall "Festschrift!" and I thought "Festschrift! It's a festival of Shrift! We need a Buffista holiday to celebrate the festival of Shrift."

I thought it best not to mention these ideas to my audience at the time.

t tickles erikaj

The container ladies were volunteers, right? They bought passage in the container, with they own money.

The other women, the ones who made it all the way to Madame, were the ones who bumped up against the vagaries of the free enterprise system.

Namely: bosses.

"Festschrift! It's a festival of Shrift! We need a Buffista holiday to celebrate the festival of Shrift."

I thought it best not to mention these ideas to my audience at the time.

Fearful footnotes. Fear footnotes not. No one ever checks.