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One click, one dollar. Don't miss the video, either.
Take care of each other.
One click, one dollar. Don't miss the video, either.
Take care of each other.
Jun. 9th, 2008
Ow. Still.
Jun. 9th, 2008 12:00 pmOne more day for the Z-pack, and I STILL have the sore throat. I guess this means I had the viral strain, not the bacterial one. So back to bed, for me, and I'll see how I feel in the afternoon.
Surly, are you still coming tomorrow? And can you list me what goodies you're bringing?
Surly, are you still coming tomorrow? And can you list me what goodies you're bringing?
http://www.cracked.com/article_14990_what-monkeysphere.html
The Monkeysphere. The concept that you really can't care about people you don't really know because you're just unable to. Like the story from last week about how a 78-year-old man was the victim of a hit-and-run in Hartford, CT, and hundreds of people drove past without stopping to help.
Sometimes, the only thing I have going for me is that I know that isn't me. I KNOW it isn't. How do I know? Because I HAVE stopped to help. If someone falls on the other side of the street and no one else is right there to help, I'll go. Sometimes even if someone IS there.
So while I'm watching BBC World News tonight, they have coverage of the drought and food shortages in Africa and India. Unaffected? Fuck that shit. I broke down sobbing. What can I do? How can I help? I haven't paid my electric bill in two months, but these people are lucky if they eat one crappy meal a day. I keep telling myself I have to put the mask on my own face before helping children, but that doesn't make me feel much better right now.
The Monkeysphere. The concept that you really can't care about people you don't really know because you're just unable to. Like the story from last week about how a 78-year-old man was the victim of a hit-and-run in Hartford, CT, and hundreds of people drove past without stopping to help.
Sometimes, the only thing I have going for me is that I know that isn't me. I KNOW it isn't. How do I know? Because I HAVE stopped to help. If someone falls on the other side of the street and no one else is right there to help, I'll go. Sometimes even if someone IS there.
So while I'm watching BBC World News tonight, they have coverage of the drought and food shortages in Africa and India. Unaffected? Fuck that shit. I broke down sobbing. What can I do? How can I help? I haven't paid my electric bill in two months, but these people are lucky if they eat one crappy meal a day. I keep telling myself I have to put the mask on my own face before helping children, but that doesn't make me feel much better right now.
You just can't make this shit up.
Jun. 9th, 2008 11:47 pmI just got this email in my in-box. I kid you not. Now, I'm perfectly willing to accept that this may simply be a new form of slealth spam, and this "Dirty Old Man" may be in Nigeria. However, if you Google Ysobelle, I'm usually the first hit that comes up-- but there's also a little girl in Wales, a talking Budgie, and, more relevantly, a Filipina stripper. I'm going to guess this gentleman was going for the last of these.
Normally, I would simply take pity on him and delete the email. But the more I read this, the sleazier and skeevier it sounds. So, once I sent him a firmly worded correction, and thought about just how stupid you have to be to send an email like this to THE WRONG ADDRESS, I figured hey, I might as well share the comic relief.
Enjoy.
Hi Ysobelle,
I read your e-mail with the new suggestion earlier today and am considering it very hard. It still leaves me with one problem: being able to afford to buy dances from the other ladies in the club when I come in to see you.
I think that you know that I would like to get to know you better outside of the club environment (a dinner, a movie, a play, whatever). So far you have skillfully avoided this.
Since I have had no luck in going out with you, let me offer another suggestion for you to seriously consider: inviting me over and posing for me.
To me this suggestion has two advantages: one for you and one for me.
Since the modeling would not take place in the club, every cent you receive will go into your pocket. In fact since I could decide when I could afford to come back to the club, I would even be willing to increase the modeling fee some - borrowing against my credit card.
Also, since we would not be in the club, I would not have to set aside additional funds to buy dances from the other ladies. That money could go into your modeling fee. I would just be absent until I could afford to return. Only you would ever understand why.
I hope that by now you have learned enough about me to know that if I give you my word, I will keep it. I give you my word that if you do pose, I will allow only you to see them. And, I will tell no one!
I am seriously considering your suggestion very, very seriously and looking at my finances to see when I could act on it.
I hope that you will seriously consider my suggestion and the advantages it has as well. You are just too good looking and sexy to not have some photos taken, even if they are only for my private (very private) collection. Please think about it.
Take care,
That Dirty Old Man
(Also known as ____)
Normally, I would simply take pity on him and delete the email. But the more I read this, the sleazier and skeevier it sounds. So, once I sent him a firmly worded correction, and thought about just how stupid you have to be to send an email like this to THE WRONG ADDRESS, I figured hey, I might as well share the comic relief.
Enjoy.
Hi Ysobelle,
I read your e-mail with the new suggestion earlier today and am considering it very hard. It still leaves me with one problem: being able to afford to buy dances from the other ladies in the club when I come in to see you.
I think that you know that I would like to get to know you better outside of the club environment (a dinner, a movie, a play, whatever). So far you have skillfully avoided this.
Since I have had no luck in going out with you, let me offer another suggestion for you to seriously consider: inviting me over and posing for me.
To me this suggestion has two advantages: one for you and one for me.
Since the modeling would not take place in the club, every cent you receive will go into your pocket. In fact since I could decide when I could afford to come back to the club, I would even be willing to increase the modeling fee some - borrowing against my credit card.
Also, since we would not be in the club, I would not have to set aside additional funds to buy dances from the other ladies. That money could go into your modeling fee. I would just be absent until I could afford to return. Only you would ever understand why.
I hope that by now you have learned enough about me to know that if I give you my word, I will keep it. I give you my word that if you do pose, I will allow only you to see them. And, I will tell no one!
I am seriously considering your suggestion very, very seriously and looking at my finances to see when I could act on it.
I hope that you will seriously consider my suggestion and the advantages it has as well. You are just too good looking and sexy to not have some photos taken, even if they are only for my private (very private) collection. Please think about it.
Take care,
That Dirty Old Man
(Also known as ____)