Melody, Piss-off!

Ya! A webcam/porno chick accosted me on the Internet last nite, name of Melody Pisay. A Filipina, she made sad & slanty eyes at me for an hour. An hour during which Trish watched Britney & I watched Melody's webcam.

It could've been worse.

She could've been a Boy-Subvert.

So up until the time Melody came on the cam, the morning went along pretty much as all the new Saturdays: Trish doesn't need to be at work until 12:00, so we ate soup & sandwiches (a perennial favorite of Trish's, unless it's at Feed My Sheep), then she called the Invisible Taxi to take her to Pizza Hut. In the rain. In the cool.

Kool days have found us.

I went to bed & slept for awhile. I think I might've picked up Car-girl's stomach flu.

When I got up, I surfed cyberspace for awhile, then worked on Dawn's beginning. So far, Lead's patent on Dawn has expired. Then at the end, the winds of Limbo roar.

The van brought Trish home a little late, as Pizza Hut had a magic bus full of jocks come in, & a birthday party. We fixed tuna noodle for supper, then after Trish washed what dishes wouldn't fit in the dishwasher, she turned on Britney.

But she was worried about The Mind-Warp Era, a hot book written out of Lead's fertile imagination & the futility in the face of:

VADIS

...the Vast Active Destructive Intelligence System from the planet Lucifer.

When surfing yesterday, I'd tried to check sales, got a box saying I'd either tried to access it too early (which it was published in October 2004), I'd tried the wrong email address, or my "agent" may have the sales figures.

So I turned on the machine, found that the book is still in print, told Trish, then checked out YM.

Then this Melody talked for an hour in front of her webcam, then finally typed,

--If you want me send me money.

I immediately deleted her.

Then we went to bed early 'cause I was still feeling sick. Slept well. Sort of. After 5:00, I kept drifting in & out, just waiting for the Two who know the secret to be One.

Tra-la for the Mystery Cults!