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Cool note on how Wikipedia and feminist blog rings were the first to report on Andrea Dworkin’s death. Those pesky internets: moving far faster than the media at large. It’s like a giant game of telephone.

So why couldn’t we have a female character who was a creature of pure Id, whose unruly mounds of fat, like Homer’s, is always threatening to crush the furnature, leak over the sides of all restraints, and just generally refuse to fit in? Well, I think there could be such a character. If she was

To the Editor: “Moralists at the Workplace” (editorial, April 3) addressed “scattered reports” of employees refusing to perform certain job requirements that conflict with their personal moral or religious beliefs and customers seeking to have these requirements filled. We believe that there is a solution that accommodates the needs of both parties. Recently, we introduced

“Don’t worry, Kameron, in the next edition of Webster’s, wussify will be a word.” “Is that right?” “Better yet, you can have someone say it in one of your books. Hey, you can have my character say the word, `wussify,’ and then you’ll have made up a new word, and you can attribute it to

.. it is quite tasty. I have uploaded something like 300 .jpgs onto the client’s server. Only 900 to go. It’s one of those days.

According to a new global survey, fourteen percent of cell phone users have interrupted screwing to answer their cell phones. Just like Paris Hilton. From Consumer Affairs.com report on a subscription-only Ad Age article: The highest incidence of cellular interruptus was found in Germany and Spain, where 22 percent of users interrupted sex to answer

My Unitarian Jihad Name is: Sister Nunchuku of Enlightened Compassion. Get yours.

Blaine came in this morning and asked me how to print out his contact list from Outlook. I had no idea, but looked it up on Outlook Help and walked him through it. Yellow came in a while later: “Kameron, you’re a writer. You know all about this spelling stuff. How do you spell wussify?”

You better bet it’s that time of the week again…

Yellow rode his motorcyle to work today, which was very hot to see. I really must get myself one of those. And Friday bagels are EVIL, EVIL, EVIL. Drowing in work. Behind on e-mail. More later.