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delurkey club on toast
01/10/2006 = 05:19 PM

I have it on extremely good authority that this week is Delurk Week, wherein one declares to one's favorite reads, "I've been reading you avidly, but I never comment."

I love this idea. Probably since I already independently declared a Delurk Day in here fairly recently.

Anyway, you don't have to re-delurk (well, wasn't that a bundle of useless letters getting together for a silly word?) on my behalf, but you might want to delurk on some other sites where you have been getting your lurk on.

Meanwhile, I'll attempt to go in a less redundant direction. This is only an attempt.

Unfortunately, the deepest, most philosophical question I can come up with at the moment is: Why do I love the phrase "blah blah blah fishcakes" so much when I hear it, yet never remember to use it myself in conversation?

Can that be considered "sole-searching?" Or do I just have a Cod complex?

The great bit about setting one's creative sights this low is that it can only go up from here.

I don't care what gender you are or what your sexual orientation is ... Rita Hayworth is just about the hottest woman ever.

If you've never seen Gilda, you don't have to watch the whole movie (though it's terrific and well worth watching), but even if you're pressed for time and/or not interested, do make sure you watch the beginning, at least up to when Rita Hayworth flips her hair. The deafening roar you hear, just after that moment and just before your eardrums abandon you, is the explosion of every pair of pants within about a ten-mile radius.

The elder child of my hetero-lifemate, the cherubic little delight with the big eyes who tickled me so greatly, some ten years ago, by waving a toy lightsabre and intoning

(Vader-voiced)
"Come to the Dark Side, Luke. We have better ..."

(switching to Beavis-voice)
"... CAPPUCCINO!"

is, as we speak, being taught to drive.

A car.

A street-legal, full-sized car.

With gasoline.

And foot pedals that do things other than propel it forward down the sidewalk.

I am attempting to look on the bright side of this development.

Erm.

If you want to color a picture of me, I guess you can save using up your black crayon by just drawing the outline of my hair. Old, Party of One, your senior discount is ready.

drinking: monster energy beverage fizzy-lifting drink
listening to: Lou Reed, Power and Glory
new candy quest: hershey's kissables