What sex? What blogspam? I don't see it. Besides, sex alone doesn't sell as well as sex and violence. Or sex and death. Sex and death sells very well. Check my Nielsens. By the way, is this dog CSA ? I like him for the CSI Pittsburg premier. I think I'll have William Petersen and the CSI Vegas crew do a cross-over script, and work in the Pittsburg team like we did with CSI Miami. I like this dog for the body-finding dog they work with at the steelmill sites. He's beyond perfect.
Brad was thinking we need a dog. Kids love dogs, and neither Brad or I want one of those pocket pets, like Paris and Nicole have. I like Quark for our dog. I could adopt him.
All you big Hollywood types LEAVE QUARK ALONE! Quark belongs to Di, who doesn't want to share him. She would like to breed him to another min-tin (sp?)—and he would like that too, a lot—and have a lot of littlen even mini-er Quarklets. So lay off.
[A friend] gallantly offered us his house in Baton Rouge, seeing as the catastrophe coincided with his plans to take a sabbatical in the Ozarks and write a book. So we're cool. J arrives tomorrow from Mexico, where she stayed on until the dust settled. Checked out house in the Fr Quarter. No damage to speak of. Mississippi place lost a lot of big trees, but houses undamaged. So we wait for power and water (at both locations) and, in the case of N.O. for permission to move back in. Meanwhile, we're putting out a small paper from Baton Rouge on borrowed presses (Houma) and putting most of what we do on the website.
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OK, that does it. I put the word sex in the title again and instantly got trolling blogspam. Never again—unless I'm feeling lonely.
What sex? What blogspam? I don't see it.
Besides, sex alone doesn't sell as well as sex and violence. Or sex and death. Sex and death sells very well. Check my Nielsens. By the way, is this dog CSA ? I like him for the CSI Pittsburg premier. I think I'll have William Petersen and the CSI Vegas crew do a cross-over script, and work in the Pittsburg team like we did with CSI Miami.
I like this dog for the body-finding dog they work with at the steelmill sites. He's beyond perfect.
Is Quark SAG, is what I meant. I should assume he's Southern, right? Whatever. If he's not Guild, I'll write him a letter. It's so done.
Brad was thinking we need a dog. Kids love dogs, and neither Brad or I want one of those pocket pets, like Paris and Nicole have. I like Quark for our dog. I could adopt him.
All you big Hollywood types LEAVE QUARK ALONE! Quark belongs to Di, who doesn't want to share him. She would like to breed him to another min-tin (sp?)—and he would like that too, a lot—and have a lot of littlen even mini-er Quarklets.
So lay off.
[A friend] gallantly offered us his house in Baton Rouge, seeing as the catastrophe coincided with his plans to take a sabbatical in the Ozarks and write a book. So we're cool. J arrives tomorrow from Mexico, where she stayed on until the dust settled. Checked out house in the Fr Quarter. No damage to speak of. Mississippi place lost a lot of big trees, but houses undamaged. So we wait for power and water (at both locations) and, in the case of N.O. for permission to move back in. Meanwhile, we're putting out a small paper from Baton Rouge on borrowed presses (Houma) and putting most of what we do on the website.
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