Leafs

Spent a couple hours raking leaves today. Now I smell all leafy. Filled up a bunch of jumbo leaf bags, but I only got half the front yard. Looks like a bad comb-over. I can tell I'm going to be sore in the morning. I'm such a wuss. Maybe I should bulk up and go for the Amazonian look. Then again, it'd probably make me look *blech* masculine. Nobody needs that.

I haven't been writing too much lately, kinda got blocked. It happens. I've been busily doing some computer tidying, made like 65 cd's doing backups of stuff. That's a lot!

And I made a copy of the Star Wars Holiday Special (1978) for a friend. He had only watched like 5 minutes of it before calling me up and crying "It burns! It buuurns!"

Have you ever noticed how spam titles are getting stranger these days? And the bodies of the messages, I suppose designed to confound spam filters, are just downright insane. The mind struggles to make sense of it, but no sense is forthcoming. Little snippets of half-formed thoughts all cobbled together. Here's an example of one I got today...





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No syllables is chucked this zwei of priceless the nice?
If rotate we incidentally of fortress a wretch is murder
An echo me risk you flies she languor strikes
Have gilded lilies of unfeasible it leafing was burnt
Was attached not game? lewd a untied or nurse
And snatched bright is escorted of civilian an rustling


It's.. like.. Vogon poetry.