I just got spammed by Hapsack.com. When I go to the about page of their cleanly designed site it reads:
Hapsack is like your medicine cabinet at home, either leave it open so your guests can take a peek or lock it up to keep those busy bodies out. Perhaps throw a combination lock on it and give the code out to those you want to.
It's your sack and you choose who has access to it. Perhaps you would like to leave it laying around so strangers can snoop anonymously, you can do that too. Come on now, be honest...if you found a wallet laying on the street wouldn't you look in it?
Networking with anyone you want has never been easier. Grab a sack, fill it up with whatever you want. Photos, videos, music, documents, perhaps the novel you've been working on. It's you [sic] sack and you decide what's happening in it.
It's very weird. So I google hapsack, and it seems that a user named hapsack has joined every single joinable thing on the web. I'm trying to work out what the angle can possibly be. It seems like a lot of work to go to in order to harvest emails, but the copy is so poorly written I can't imagine it's a good faith attempt at what they claim.
When I was 13 or something, I shaved off the whole front of my shin while shaving my legs
I did the same, but I was probably 11 and it was the first time I tried shaving. Yeowch.
I have red shoes! 2 pair. Of course, one is cutesy canvas flats and the other are what I call my kindergarten shoes: red round mary janes with lavendar trim. Those are fluevogs.
I did that to my shin when I was 15, 17, and 24.
I found an email from Hapsack in my Yahoo account yesterday and deleted it unread. I do that with a LOT of mail.
Sometimes I read them and go to the domain itself, because I'm curious about the front that people put up. Hapsack seems to be a fairly detailed front, but I'm still feeling front. Not least of all because I had to type all that text in--the page itself is an image. Why the hell bother? Why do I care?
When I was old enough to start using feminine hygiene products, my mother informed me that as a toddler my preferred use for maxi pads had been to stick them on my chin and run around screaming "MOMMY I HAVE A BEARD!"
I used them as doll beds. You definitely win, Jess. What, I do not know.
FWIW, sanitary napkins were invented by WWI nurses who adapted it from the bandages they used -- and tampons were reinvented with the same material. So using them as bandages means they've come full circle.
Announcement: I just got assigned a non-rush research project that involves a scientific term I've never heard of and it's making me gleeful.
Analysis: I am a ginourmous geek, AIFG.
Speaking of tampons, when we babysat a ferret for the summer, he'd steal wrapped tampax out of our bags, peel off the wrapper, hit it in the bedside drawer, and tuck the tampax in the boxspring with all his other treasure (including wrapped cough drops and orange peels.) We didn't discover this until we upended the mattress when we moved out. He was a trip. He also liked to bathe in the toilet. Except he couldn't get out. He got peed on once. We had to put toilet locks on it.
OBs are popular cat toys around here.
