Week 13 (28)
Do
you, uh, Yahoo!?
Friday, 19:54
If so: go log into My Yahoo right now, access your Account Information (it’s a link at the top of the page) and find the “Edit Your Marketing Preferences” link. And hey! Look at that! They went and turned all your “send me spam!” radio buttons to YES!
Make sure you catch the two at the very bottom, regarding unsolicited phone calls and snail mail—those have been switched to yes, too.
Luckily, I never gave them a proper address and never gave them my phone number. As if. —Plus, I was amused to note that my Yahoo gender is still set to “female,” which maybe explains some of those “tasteful” breast enhancement ads I’ve been seeing when checking my email, lately.
(The geeks are pondering this as a sign of desperation, but really, Yahoo was looking desperate when they started taking those X-10 pop-unders. Sigh. Time to start looking for a new free email service, methinks...)
C’mon,
people (or, an Update).
Friday, 16:47
That survey on “straights only” bathrooms is still hovering at 50% in favor. Let’s go, folks. Shake a leg. Vote early and often, by gum.
Ballot-stuffing.
Friday, 06:47
Paul Scott apparently believes that his daughter has been discriminated against because separate (but, one presumes, equal) lockerroom and bathroom facilities are not available at her school for homosexual students and faculty.
Yeah, I’m having trouble parsing that, too. Some questions to ponder: Who decides who is gay? And straight? Granted, this sort of rumor-mongering is a popular sport in most immature circles (like high schools), but when you make it a matter of public policy, you need a good, hard and fast litmus test. Also: Can we bisexuals get our own bathrooms and lockerrooms, or can we just use whichever we feel like on any given day?
But I bring this up mostly to point out that the stupid, dumbass poll running alongside this story at the San Diego Channel’s website is currently running 54% in favor of the idea. Now. Granted, San Diego is still pretty much the John Birch capital of the country, and granted that the school board is rolling its collective eyes at the very idea and doing the right thing, thus far, and granted that there isn’t a governing body in the world that would pay any attention to a stupid, dumbass online poll. Still. This sticks in my craw. So go, vote, tell ’em what for, skew the results and stuff the ballot. It’s your snarky good deed for the day.
Weeping
for the youth of today.
Wednesday, 14:52
Actually, I don’t have any idea how old the people are who are doing this. Probably not youths, come to think of it. Apologies for any aspersions slung.
Mostly, I was sick.
I mean, there was a Day Job somewhere in there, and the usual depressing get-home-at-six-PM-and-then-cook-dinner-and-maybe-clean-up-and-then-what exhaustion that usually leaves me able to maybe blink at the TV set on bad days, and there’s been work to do around the house (I snapped a shovel handle! Not that I’m proud or anything, but there’s the evidence: work has been done) and a Spouse to canoodle from time to time and fuck, I’ll even blame the goddamn cats for a little of it. But mostly, I was sick: days-off-from-work sick, fever-in-bed sick, coughing-up-a-lung-and-regrowing-a-new-one sick.
I just thank whatever Deity’s applicable that it wasn’t nose-is-sealed-off-eyes-are-weeping-can’t-fucking-breathe sick.
(What was that? Amber? Good and evil? Displacement? Denial? Procrastination? What the fuck? Gedouttaheah.)
Catching up, then: a generous review of “Giggling,” and a beautiful little essay on modifying Dreamweaver to produce compliant XHTML code (there will be some changes made around here, let me tell you, what with this little baby to read as well), and a deep, deep essay on the philosophy and psychology of child porn law that I haven’t had time to finish reading yet but looks sane so I’ll just throw it at you for now, and this and that which looked amusing at the time but I haven’t yet thought of something witty and insightful to say, so I won’t, and I’ve got a story in the Fish Tank this week—read it here, and feel free to comment, if you like (house rules: two positives, two negatives, and try not to repeat what others have said). (And yes, you smart cookie, you; it is.) Also: Debra went and gumshoed out some press on the settlement of that LA fisting case (remember Frontline’s American Porn show?), which coverage is oddly hard to come by; imagine that. —Apparently, the going rate for paying off the DA’s office for hassling you when you make a movie displaying a sexual technique enjoyed by millions of people is one thousand dollars to a victim’s restitution fund. Glasser even gets publicity out of this deal: note that he’s specifically enjoined to “warn” consumers that there are two versions of the tape. Oh, joy...
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