wordpress generally does a good job of filtering spam comments, but every now and then a few slip through. my most recent ones have been… interesting.

Lilly has not wanted, or rather I should say, she has not given in to my grabbing hands for a while now. ,
i can’t help but wonder what’s been going on between the speaker and Lilly. they should talk more. the speaker’s inability to distinguish between Lilly’s lack of desire (no means no, bucko) and lack of action is troubling. Lilly needs to get out of the relationship. or perhaps the speaker needs to stop listening to so much depeche mode. Lilly, are you ok?

And of course a brand-spankin’ new pair of shoes from Maitreya. ,
shoes are an awkward implement for spanking, but far be it from me to question another’s proclivities. especially when the buddha is selling the shoes.

They need to hitch a parasitic ride with whites to stand a chance! ,
i’m so geared to public health that i got caught up with the notion of parasites and only a moment later noticed the racism in the sentence. nice. (by the way, the most recent issue of medical consultant has an article on emerging tropical diseases, including dengue and leishmeniasis. it should really be “worsening tropical diseases,” as they’ve both been around for a long time. but still, fascinating stuff.)

This is an appalling state of affairs. ,
my spammers have apparently carved a window into the last year of my life.

sigh
no, that’s just me.

on that note, i should go bring in the trash cans. this last week’s snow led to a pileup of recycling and the stinkier sort of rubbish. life marches on, doesn’t it?

i love me some medicoliterary geek humor.

i suppose, since i have the post editor open and all, that i should take this moment to apologize for the dearth of posts in recent months. i know i’m letting my loyal reading audience of 3 down, and i’m sorry. it’s just a bit difficult to tread water and type at the same time.

so let’s firedance through the night.

no, really. it is. a new moon on monday. check your calendar.

the alarm woke me
just as i was running up ancient
stone stairs and into
the waiting arms
of Neil Patrick Harris.
damnit.

free shipping on your purchase of nathan fillion. but act now – supplies only guaranteed through april 16.

i’m so happy that googling “guam strip clubs” seems to drive so many new visitors to my corner of teh interwebs, but i’m sorry to let all you purveyors of female flesh down. you’ll find no reviews of guam strip clubs, guides to guam strip clubs, or even information about proper etiquette in guam strip clubs on this blog.

even if i were to provide that kind of service, my info would be more than a decade out of date. the women i used to see working the stage, well, they’re probably no longer there – or maybe they’ve just moved over to club u.s.a., where i once saw a dancer to unholy things with a coke can and dollar bills.

and that’s all i’m saying.

test subjects who call the scientist mom or dad, via NYT.

hat tip: mom.

everything goes better with bacon.

(i should return to proper blogging shortly. and by “shortly,” i mean “when i get around to it.”)

insufficient drinking hours in DC for the inauguration!

okay, that’s not quite what’s been going on around here, but the dc city council did just pass emergency legislation extending alcohol-serving hours until 5 a.m. for bars, nightclubs and restaurants january 17 thru 20. heaven forfend inauguration revelers might have to get a sober groove on!

i’d link to the actual legislation, but the dc site’s search system is a bear. it’s far easier to find legislation on thomas, and that’s for the whole damn congress.