If it wasn't for the contact lenses, and the semi-regular sex life, I'd be a full-on, certified 100% geek.


1) The creator of Firefox wrote to me (so, it may be a form letter, but I still feel special... he wrote to my "bigboob(at)gmail" account, which I find pretty funny), to say thanks for raving about his browser, and asked me to put a button on my page. You'll see it thusly on the bottom of the side bar over-yonder.

2) I spent the entirety (new word?) of my morning playing Peasant's Quest (from found on LYD). I loved text based RPG's when I was growing up. Guess I still do. Long live Police Quest and Hugo's House of Horrors!!!

3) After some scoping around, I finally found out what happened to Working Girls. Apparently Jay (the man behind the blog) was found out by his wife. There's a lot I can say about this, but I think I'll leave it for another day. I will say this, though: I think paying for sex is not a bad thing, and can be a good thing, in some cases. Sometimes it can be surrogate sex, sometimes it can be an accessory, sometimes it can just be what it is.. paid sex, or to put it nicely 'paid companionship'. It's too bad Jay got caught, but I think it's even worse that he had to lie about it in the first place. (/rant)

4) I'm so pissed. I recently bought a bottle of Staninz-R-Out. I have this shirt, that I've only worn a few times, that has a mysterious stain on it. Because of the location of the stain (near my left tit) I've surmised that it must be a food stay. So, armed with this amazing product, I tried to remove the stay. I took it out of my (new!) washing machine, full of hope, but, alas, the stain remains. They will refund my money, but, damnit, I just want to wear the shirt!

5) This doesn't really have anything to do with my geekdom, but FYI, this is where we'll be camping this weekend. Someone stole the fisherman in the boat. Bastards. If you look in the picture section of the website, you can actually see my parents trailer. We'll be tenting, though. I just called to make reservations, but the women (this very meek French lady who is the lowerst talker I've ever met) wouldn't even take it because she doesn't expect anyone else to show up this weekend. Don't they know there will be fireworks? (no, actually, more like this)