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I've been eating a lot of burritos lately, going back and forth between Dr. Ho's on Elliewood and Two Moons on 14th Street. The Doctor makes a bigger burrito, but he works a little slower, and his basic burritos are less interesting and probably less nutritious than the Two Moons basic burrito. If one has more money, one is probably better off getting one of the exotic Dr. Ho burritos. But for most purposes, I would recommend a Two Moons burrito. After I woke up at around noon today, I had one with rice, beans, lettuce, tomatoe and one of a variety of salsas, and it only cost me $3.23 with tax. Dr. Ho would have given me a slightly bigger burrito, but it would have cost about $4. At Two Moons Ami Sage was working the counter. She wondered how I survived having to go to work on Saturday after the Abundance House craziness of Friday night. Ami also said that the first time she ever met Cory the Java Hut Girl, Cory painted her nails the exact same pastel blue as the polish still adhering in patches to my nails.
The Doctor makes a bigger burrito, but he works a little slower, and his basic burritos are less interesting and probably less nutritious than the Two Moons basic burrito. Through cold, rainy streets I trudged to UVA's Cocke Hall twice today to work on musings and to deal with a large influx of email from anticipated sources.
One piece of email came from Sara Poiron, who is gradually developing the skills necessary to make use of the Information Super Highway. As you'll see, the medium doesn't distort the message in the least.
A typically Sara Poiron email correspondence I received today:
the thing in malverns stomach
Sara Poiron [blacklung@hotmail.com]
6:13 PM
To: gus@spies.comnever ever ever ever drink raspberry benylin. bad bad bad bad worse than joanna on her worst of days worse than an army of pouting sullen leo faggots worse than the national aerobics championship.{by the way, I hear Charlottesvilles most valued and esteemed thinker, a certain ray snably is competing in the singles division this year. His favorite sonng, which he is rumoured to be using in his routine is allegedly that classic rock hit of all hits beloved by our ray and all of his kind, "oh what a night." you know, late september back in sixty nine, what a lady, what a night. jes and i had an ocean in our bellies. bad tussin. bad as in the acid weiner supposedly ate at woodstock. too much activity in the formula. surrender the pus this place has no atmosphere i am gettin a free computer from my grandfather expect to be online soon send mail poopass
my name is sarapoiron fagfuckAt 10pm I wanted to take my pre-work nap. But who should I find in my bed but Cecelia the Brazilian Girl. As Monster Boy later explained, the liquor had been flowing freely tonight at the Horrid Crash Pad and Cecelia had perhaps overindulged. Elizabeth and Monster Boy hadn't known what to do so they put her in my bed. She lay very still, and I was relieved to hear her still breathing. I lay down beside her and managed to get a little nap.
you've got modems, we've got smut
Okay folks, I'm confused. When I want to buy electronic equipment, for some reason I feel an overwhelming urge to go to Bianca's Smut Shack. The word "Smut" makes me think of radios, computers, and little gadgets such as that. And when I'm in the friendly neighborhood shopping mall, the garish colours of Tandy Corporation conjour up images of Trolls living on a website-like planet. I thought corporate lawyers were paid to keep this sort of madness from happening!
Okay, it's an oft-demonstrated fact that some of those in my audience are unfamiliar with sarcasm, and require goofy little character representations of smiley faces in order to know when someone says something in jest. To help the overtaxed cognitions of such people, I will state that the paragraph within the red box above is written in order to highlight the ludicrous nature of a point now being asserted by the evil lawyers who work for the Tandy Corporation. According to them, the name "Bianca's Smut Shack," which connotes a fully interactive online community, is diluting the trade name "Radio Shack." Radio Shack has ordered Bianca's Smut Shack to cease and desist from using the term "Shack." This would be laughable if Radio Shack didn't have so god damned much money. The only appropriate response at this point, of course, is to not contribute to Radio Shack's resources. Don't buy stuff at Radio Shack until they come to their senses. Tell your friends not to buy stuff at Radio Shack. Explain to visitors of your web pages why buying stuff from Radio Shack is a bad idea. And if you still MUST GET YOUR STUFF AT RADIO SHACK, then
for the LOVE OF GOD,
SHOPLIFT IT!
related Bianca Smut Shack links:
Bianca's Smut Shack - a fully-interactive online community. The "David" of our story.Radio Shack - a large electronics chain store making claims on a generic English word. The "Goliath" of our story.
The Tandy Corporation - a large corporate conglomerate making claims on behalf of Radio Shack on the word "shack." The "Philistines" of our story.
Bianca vs. Radio Shack - a site sympathetic to Bianca that is monitoring developments in the story. Links are provided so you can spam the evil corporations.
Smut Shack Defenders Make Waves - an article in Wired.
Radio Shack Blocks Smut Shack Trademark - another article in Wired.
Thanks to Justin, Gabby and Mike Morris for drawing my attention to this issue. It's just YET ANOTHER injustice that pisses me off.