See, for a little while I was thinking, "Well they're probably trying to target men," but that doesn't make sense either. I've never heard any men say, "Ah, adolescence. The golden years of sex." Isn't that universally the time of hormones running away with the carriage while the feeble brain yanks desperately and uselessly at the reins?

Er, or was that just me? (Mind you, my main memories of adolescence have to do with being shoved into lockers, but I remember a lot of awkwardness as well.)

lisah, I think so. Broken bush one? Purple chair?

The ants, oddly, came in through the bedroom sliding glass door. 3 floors up. Still not sure how that happened or what drew them.

"Ah, adolescence. The golden years of sex."

Isn't it the time of perpetually available erections?

Isn't it the time of perpetually available erections?

Which isn't exactly a selling point. Except to a select population.

Isn't it the time of perpetually available erections?

Also, premature ejaculations. Which I get a lot of spam promising to reduce, so, um, not sure where I was going with that.

Poking head (what do you mean, there's probably a discussion going on, probably even more than one?) to report that I've been kidnapped by the heaps of exercises I have to check and grade before the semester ends. They're evil, they're not even willing to ask for any sort of ransom, let alone negotiate on it. I've been allowed computer access only now, at the middle of the night, and only because I had to post a message for my students regarding (wait for it) said exercises.

So I'm supposed to report that I'm well and that they treat me nicely. But don't believe a word I type. Those exercises are looking behind my shoulders even now. They've been waiting for me to grade them for so long, I wouldn't wonder if they already developed intelligence enough to read, even in English (hmm, do you think that their inability to write is what prevents them from writing ransom notes?).

Broken bush one? Purple chair?

Yep. Stupid bush. Also porch now featuring lots of surprisingly undead flowers (unless they all spontaneously succumbed due to today's nastiness) and a really pretty mosaic-ed cinderblock planter my mom made for me for my birthday last year.

"Relive adolescence (the sex part)."

I was nga then. I'm nga now. I guess I am reliving the sex part. Could I relive the thinner and less creaky part instead?

Which isn't exactly a selling point. Except to a select population.

Where select population=guys? I thought that if men's sexual prime is 19, why wouldn't it have a general attraction?

Stupid bush.