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AHAHAHA.

When I posted about buying the YakTrax I made sure to mention the name a lot, and made a bet with myself regarding how long it would take someone on the YakTrax team to comment on the journal. It was later than I expected, but it was on the post I predicted it would be on.

Carolyn wants your address and shoe size!

While I trust that this is in fact someone from YakTrax, I strongly recommend you give a false name and a mail-drop address (say, at your work) that is not associated with bank accounts or credit cards, if you sign up for this. Who knows, though, you might get a free set of YakTrax out of the deal, and it's always better to try these things for yourself.

Play safe on the internet, kids!

ETA: If you have a junk email account, use that -- they may also be fishing for legit email addys to spam.

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Speaking of consumerism, if I make two more PeaPod orders between now and 12/31, I get to join the VIPea club. Which I would like to join for the NAME ALONE, despite knowing nothing about what it means.

Clearly I need a PeaPod icon. And more freezer space.

*rolls up sleeves, starts figuring out what to lay in supplies-wise for winter*

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Well, it's about that time to change my Journal title again :D I'd forgotten how infectious Diamond Light Boogie is -- I'll upload a proper mp3 this evening, but at work all's I got is YouTube. So, new header and name, hurrah!

I also changed my comments text -- for almost as long as I've had a custom journal it's been "Follow the Werewolf" and "X Shafts Of Moonlight", but I decided to go with the whole Cafe thing. So now commenting is "Place Your Order" and the comment count is "X Cups Served Up".

Man, this was a lot easier than last time, when it took me six hours to get the code right. LJ apparently fixed that thing where they auto-add a BR tag after your coding. That drove me nuts.

I am still carrying on the PROUD OCTOGENARIAN LAWYER colour scheme, however. I find it soothing.

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I met up with R on the way home from work today -- he wanted to get a meal, I didn't, so he ran down to the little taqueria nearby and I stopped off after work to help him finish his chips and guac. :D He's asleep on my floor now, but I am charged with waking him up for Wheel of Fortune.

He told me The Further Adventures of That Girl, which really aren't...I dunno, there's a morbid fascination now, but I have a hard time being amused anymore. Apparently she took a female hooker home with her and got rolled -- all her credit cards and ID stolen, plus some other valuables. She is clearly a deeply messed-up girl, and while I hope she stays the goddamn away from R I also hope she gets some help.

On the other hand, watch her somehow blame her disastrous lesbian experimentation on R. Seriously, you guys, R hasn't got the power or motivation to drive a woman from the company of men.

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Dear Creepy Brighton Transit (and Mr. Doctorow):

Fixed that for you.

(Corrected text by lacylu42, photoshop by copperbadge.)