I heard that you were drunk and mean down at the Dairy Queen

Don't recognize that? You might be reading the wrong web site.

So, Yano sez go see Kill Bill Vol. 2.

Michelle sez she's enjoying it.

Tristan (on her LiveJournal, which I'm fairly confident you'll find within a few minutes, assuming the link is still there, and I should check that, and fuckit try here) seems. . . ambivalent.

And of course I've still not gotten 'round to seeing the first one.

Apropos of nothing, except a conversation with Lauriean and Ursula: it was this one. For the rest of you, that link is, um, possibly not safe for work.

Don't think it's a political decision, not calling myself a sex worker; I honestly don't think the label applies.. .

But, um, enough about that, have you seen Jason's redesign, he changed the subject abruptly.

Also, Nalo mentioned an interview in Hyphen Magazine with SF erotica writer and publisher Cecilia Tan, who, it turns out, is going to be at Marcon. Which I suppose gives me another excuse to head to Columbus, as if I need one.

And she has Rants and Political Essays, but my brain is still processing everything from last week and refuses to even look at them. It's a mite stubborn at times, I'm afraid.

Right, one last thing:

She made believe she was the Tan-Tan from the Carnival, or maybe the Robber Queen, entering the town square in high state for all the people to bring her accolades and praise and their widows' mites of gold and silver for saving them from the evil plantation boss (she wasn't too sure what an "accolade" was, oui, but she had heard Ben say it when he played the Robber King masque at Carnival time the year before).

Sorry. Very behind in my memes. And my reading.