I know I should go into the office and work on my dissertation today. I really don't want to. It's not that I'm not feeling well or anything, just that I have no motivation.
Spike's Bitches 45: That sure as hell wasn't in the brochure.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Of course the first hint that it was spam was the scary grammar. And yes, I was all excited to get Teppy mail too.
Yep. Ditto.
Which blog, Vortex? Because my initial reaction to that paragraph is that there were so many "isolated incidents." Or, as Ian Fleming said in Goldfinger, "Once is happenstance, twice is coincidence, three times is enemy action."
Well, she's not saying it's coincidental. She's pointing out that once you've decided to encourage and push angry, borderline racist crazy-talk it's a pretty fucking neat trick to keep your crazies just on this side of the line without tipping over into doing, well, what angry racist crazies do.
I really need to get up and get to the office. I stayed home yesterday, and I'm going to miss two days next week because of Passover, and I've got a bunch of work I need to do. I just can't get motivated, at all. I want to go back to sleep.
Hil, you'll feel better if you get something done. I know the getting started is tough on a no-motivation day like today, so just do one step at a time.
Thanks, Scrappy.
OK, I brushed my teeth and got dressed. (Jeans and a Newcomb College t-shirt. I'm not doing anything today that requires nice clothes, or a shirt for a college that still exists.) Hair is in a sloppy ponytail. Just need socks, shoes, and a hoodie, and I will be ready to go.
I also got the not! tep spam and thought it was Tep...not a virus, apparently(At least, it appears to not be...because after the not-Tepness, I did a scan and stuff just in case)
I was coming in here this morning to tell Teppy I received spam from her this morning. I see others have beaten me to the punch.
Sweet. Now I'm condescending, rude, and a liar.
Stop emailing him, Smonster; save your sanity.