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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Friday, August 24, 2001

Forearms are sexy. Greymatter is not. This has been my day.

Not forearms bared in that 'wearing a T-shirt' way. That's just an accident. They have to be bared on purpose. That's the key. Sleeves rolled, folded, pulled up to the sweet spot just underneath or on the elbow (it varies - there's a whole erogenous zone there). Somehow, it leaves the hands, wrists, forearms bared in an intimate, sensual way.

Yes, I have weird, weird attractions.

Greymatter, meanwhile, may be very sexy indeed, but since I can't get it to work properly, I will never find out. It's just been one trial after another - first, getting the files to work, which required the usual sort of randomly stupid antics. Secondly, the use of that double-asterisk thing meant that I had file troubles all over the place. And now the archives refuse to work. See, you can store them in a cgi directory, in which case the HTML files can't be accessed, or you can store them in a normal directory, in which case the cgi files can't be accessed.

Yes. It was at about this point that Dee went beserk, and looked for something to throw. Finding nothing, she made do with screaming. In a suitably blood-curdling fashion.

But scanning is kinda fun.

I need more sleep.

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