terminal addicts of the orgasm-death

...yeah, & some idiot Critter informed me that "no one would take a drug called 'Death'," in spite of the fact that there's a Philip K. Fantasy at the theaters now, inspired by A Scanner Darkly, where the dope-addicted characters take a drug called "Substance Death"; communion with all that is unholy -- gonna hit Crack City! (Now U-boat is a different matter.)

Reminds me of the Critter who told me I couldn't use the term "philosopher's stone, 'cause it's in a Harry Potter book". Yeah, & when it's published, Noc-Lar will blow all that away, perhaps not with popularity (J.K. Rawlings is worth 1.5 billion), but establishing a new generation of fantasies that would transcend what the average person knows about alchemy. I'm thinking of making a career out of adaptations of Canterbury Tales -- which would be a hot series of books, no matter what David Dalglish may tell you.

Yesterday I wasted most of my coveted writing time with a chick on webcam. & when Trish came home from work, 3 women at once.

The only other thing of importance that happened is that Leo brought in a new dishwasher, & carried it with Bryan into the kitchen. Fred is supposed to come in sometime today, in order to take it out of the box & hook it up.

& oh yeah, we phoned Trish's dad before she called for the taxi. He seemed all around amicable & didn't have to ask Trish to stop mumbling too many times.

Then, since Trish got horny over the girly-girls & boy-chicks on the web, we made out until bedtime.

& also, the weather here has cooled down & it's been raining.