Ask not for whom the bell stolls, it stolls for thee.

Won't that be all touristy with the games going on?

Both love and sex lives have become entirely theoretical with me; lately I realized I'm only turned on by my virtual characters. It's like "imaginary friends" but with more computer input.

I know— hardest damn thing is when I find an artist calendar I like, but can't find anything the next year. I've started looking online, with more success.

Computer-Renderin' Update:
So, lots of new stuff on my page at Deviant Art http://colinscrod.deviantar…

Back when I had an Other, the one thing we could never agree on was TV. He wouldn't watch pro wrestling, I wouldn't watch Real Housewives. But we could both agree on AbFab.

What is this "friends"?

Last of the Summer Wine, though they'd have to film it by ouija board.

I miss my old hatchback.

I prefer "Fux News." Because it's news for old fucks.

Regarding butt stuff—

As per FRIEND's predicament—
Dan, you do realize cheating will involve at least one other poor bastard, possibly two, right? To use your metaphor, it's like two drunk drivers on a closed racetrack, but each is carrying a passenger and no airbags. It's a disaster waiting to happen.

I just wanna note that the above from JMP is probably sarcasm. On political messageboards, it's often hard to tell.

I still contend that this is the same third that thought Bush the Lesser was doing a "heckuva job".

Is it the Univision influence?

I'm sure Jeff Goldblum's asshole is invited, too.

Since I don't spend my days on an office chair in front of a screen or with a phone in front of my face, I actually look forward to spending time online.

Comment/avatar symmetry.

No mention of the spanking scene in Taming of the Shrew?

Tried to watch Jerry Lewis in The Ladies Man, suddenly realized an intense hatred of Mr. Lewis.