Hehe. Yes. Well. Small techical difficulty - that being, I'm about as computer savy as a goldfish. Turns out (wonder of wonders) that you can delete entries in these things at will, without having to wipe out the thing entirely. Are you laughing at me? Yeah, I bet you are.
Now, I seem to remember some minor scandal involving one sister and the uncovering of a stash of dodgy reading material in your service previously ... I'm guessing that either you've done a better job of hiding the cough cough adult content this time, or you've decided to throw caution and your reputation to the hounds, since she's seen it all already. Corrupting todays youth, much? Or just exploiting them? ;)
Congrats and commiserations on the move, by the way. Great that you've finally got your place sorted - no more banishment to the Ice Garage of Doom to check your email, good thing - but the whole moving bit? Sucks. I suspect there is a level of hell devoted to it. Somewhere in between the lakes of fire and that poor bugger pushing his rock up the hill, there's a bunch of lost souls half buried in cardboard boxes and packing crates, trying to fit a large and heavy lounge suite through a small and narrow door.
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Date: 2005-07-12 11:52 pm (UTC)Now, I seem to remember some minor scandal involving one sister and the uncovering of a stash of dodgy reading material in your service previously ... I'm guessing that either you've done a better job of hiding the cough cough adult content this time, or you've decided to throw caution and your reputation to the hounds, since she's seen it all already. Corrupting todays youth, much? Or just exploiting them? ;)
Congrats and commiserations on the move, by the way. Great that you've finally got your place sorted - no more banishment to the Ice Garage of Doom to check your email, good thing - but the whole moving bit? Sucks. I suspect there is a level of hell devoted to it. Somewhere in between the lakes of fire and that poor bugger pushing his rock up the hill, there's a bunch of lost souls half buried in cardboard boxes and packing crates, trying to fit a large and heavy lounge suite through a small and narrow door.