Ouch!!

"Ok, so owning my own website means I end up getting a *lot* of spam. And a surprising amount of it is badly worded ads for either penile enhancment or breast enlargement. Most of it is just stupid, some are funny and the occasional one is terrifiying. Todays terrifying subject line is:

'Shatter Her Vagina With Your Monster Prick'

Ouch. Ouch, ouch, ouch. I don't even have an vagina and I'm wincing.

That wins for most terrifying. Most confusing is the one offering to increase the density of my dick. And the oddest is the one offering my car a new weight-loss technique."

Whee, vroom!

"So this past weekend was the Altwheels festival up in Boston. It was a lot of fun and we had about 15 artcars in attendance. I spend both days of it running around like mad talkign to people and doing stuff and working on other people's artcars. Friday evening after the festival I spent 2.5 hours in a Home Depot buying mowhawk supplies, then we went ot another art festival for a while before I joined some friends at Manray (got scritches, mmmm..). Eventually dragged myself back to the museum at 2:30am where I slept in The Cat until 8am when people started filtering in again.
I spent most of the weekend in a hyperkinetic sleep-depped fog. The hyper-kinetic has worn off, but the sleep-dep hasn't. It was fun.
Then Sunday morning I was unavoidably awake, so I went to flea-markets. Bought stuff. Yay stuff.


And this Friday morning I head down to Baltimore for Artscape. Multi-car caravan down, and all sorts of fun stuff happening. I will get to see friends, including one who has been hiding out in Europe for the past year.
Should be more fun. I will never catch up on slep. eventually the little orange pixies who haunt the edges of my computer desk will take over and rule as lords of the keyboard."