Not much to say at the moment, apart from various turns of phrase which have caught my fancy.
Whatnot J. Pomegranate sent me the only Spam email I’ve ever been tempted to read. I imagine him as a mercurial eccentric, dictating emails to a Lebanese boy-slave while sipping sherry and examining ancient Balinese wood carvings.
A commenter on a message board stated that the new Playstation 3 rules balls, which I found to be a great example of how illiteracy has a beauty all of its own. I take it to mean that the PS3 isn’t very good, but perhaps someone will correct me.
And finally, in a trailer for an upcoming Channel 5 documentary, a man with Tourette’s Syndrome declares to the world that he is King of the Lesbians, a title I shall now dedicate my life to wresting from his control.
That is all.