The iTunes library loss would make various parties weep.

Seeing as how I am old school, the vast majority of my music on iTunes is simply ripped from my own collection. Losing the playlists sucks, but I can recreate a bunch of them. There are tracks I only had as downloads and such, but I've posted a lot of those to Buffistarawk. So...it kind of sucks, but it could be way worse.

And we still don't know if the computer is fixable. It might be! Anyway, I think JZ is going ahead and buying us our very first laptop. The prices on the Mini computers has dropped so much, we'll probably get one for Emmett within the next year too.

I was thinking that your walls o' cds would help with the fix, if necessary.

I just sympathize because in my move to my new iPod (named Ithaqua) I lost about 125 songs somehow that I still can't explain. Some of it is really rare stuff, like this Gang of Four concert in Berlin, that I probably won't be able to reacquire. Some of it is far easier to reacquire, but it remains a pain in the ass. 125 songs! Just gone!

I really didn't understand that piece of writing(?).

and the point of 'running the vanillas out' would be?

and most importantly - naked pictures?

I really didn't understand that piece of writing(?).

Perhaps an actual bunny wrote it. In that case, I'd be impressed. (Unless it were Clovis, who I *know* is an excellent writer.)

and the point of 'running the vanillias out' would be?

Being great big jerks? Outing themselves and getting busted?

and most importantly - naked pictures?

Right?!?

Fucking A.

Back from Tucson. Exhausted. Why? Because before we left Tucson, S decided our life wasn't complicated enough, and that she should fall and fuck up her knee.

So, after ten hours of driving back, all the while her knee getting worse and worse, we dropped MM off at his house at about 10:30 last night, and went to the ER.

Where we stayed until almost 4:00 in the morning. Then I had to get up after only stupid few hours of sleep to return the rental car. Which cost an extra $75, as we had radically misjudged how far Tucson was from LA, and went almost 300 miles over the milage limit we had for the weekend.

Verdict on S's knee? Leg not broken, but meniscus possibly torn. Won't know for sure for another several days, which we give to the knee to possibly get better. If not better in a week, torn meniscus and probably surgery. FUCK ME!

I am very cranky today. This is exacerbated by the fact that the prescription for morphine which we were given by the ER doc is pretty much impossible to fill at our local pharmacy.

I really didn't understand that piece of writing(?).

Perhaps an actual bunny wrote it. In that case, I'd be impressed.

Tep, I am in a crappy enough mood that I want you to give me an email address for someone in this group so I can send them an email that says:

"Hi. A freind of a friend forwarded your newsletter to me, and I just wanted to write you about this newsletter to tell you that you're fucking idiots badly in need of a professional editor. Also, sending naked pictures through email is probably not illegal, but it's certainly tacky, and could probably get somebody fired if they accidentally opened it at work.

Also also, you're fucking idiots."

Okay, not really, but it made me feel better to imagine doing so.

See, I think that's just insulting, and puts the group in a very bad light. One of the important things that "deviant" groups always have to remember -- especially in a place as conservative as Cincy -- is to not be all up in people's faces with our kink. So "run the vanillas out"??? Yeah, that's going to work.

Totally with you. And unless this is a restaurant where married couples are having missionary-style sex on the tables, what does it even mean?

Perhaps an actual bunny wrote it. In that case, I'd be impressed.

Those adorable widdle paws do make it awfully difficult to type. And not all bunnies have access to Clovis' mind-control rays.

{{S & S}} I wish you boredom in your life posthaste.

Who is in charge of wrapping her in bubble wrap from now on?

Because before we left Tucson, S decided our life wasn't complicated enough, and that she should fall and fuck up her knee.

Dude, BUBBLE WRAP THAT WOMAN.

[hee - bubble wrap xpost!]

You know, I don't write well. I have no illusions about that. I appreciate a good editor ( which means do not make fun of my creative spelling - just correct it and ask me what the hell I was trying to spell). Oddly, I think the worst offense is that somehow no one seems to understand the point of a newsletter. First , it should sell the group. So sorry, no naked pictures. and Rants - should be in clearly defined editorial areas - if allowed at all. The second purpose, inform the members of what is going on . I still don't know what the bunny rules are.

I am avoiding doing things I need to do. It is much more fun to be outraged on Steph's behalf.