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I keep forgetting I have this blog and almost always use the other one now. I felt guilty. :-)

When I bought this house, it was new, so we didn't have a clothing washer or a drier. Dryer? De-moistifier.

Being the dummy that I am, I bought a front-loading washer, because they're cool. I bought the spiffiest one I could find, and discovered that the ultra-high-speed spin cycle feels exactly like a really long 4.5 earthquake when you put the thing on the second floor.

I put up with it for almost a year now (viz., dummy) and finally gave up and bought two packs of these.

I would probably remove this section from my home page.

Yes, I know I'm misusing the term "home page", but bite me, ok?

"With prostitutes you don't have to work out. They love you for who you are."

SYDNEY, Australia (AP) - Sydney municipal officials have paid private detectives thousands of dollars to have sex with prostitutes to gather evidence needed to shut down illegal brothels, an Australian newspaper reported Sunday.

Nine local councils have paid private investigators the equivalent of C$23,150 over the last three years to go undercover and root out the illicit trade...

It took about thirty seconds in the bar before some friends and I (I think I was first, thankyouverymuch) noticed the scene captured in the photo above.

This hand did not move, not even wiggle, for the forty five minutes we were watching, until it was removed before the "couple" exited. The guy didn't even wash his hand afterward.

Did I mention that this was at 6:45pm?

Needless to say, there are about 20 camera phones with this picture, and the gentleman received a standing ovation upon his departure. Apparently he didn't understand that having your back to a bar full of drunks with your hand down a girl's pants could be considered chumming.