Yes! I had a good day. It was the day and it was done! I made lots of phone calls and ran errands and went all over town and applied for jobs and even, yes, even worked on editing my manuscript! Glory Hallelujah!
And guess what. Tomorrow will be the day again. All over again. But better. Hooray!
But now onto some hilarious news and stuff I’ve dug up from the web.
- The security of the new head of MI6, Sir John Sawers, has been compromised. How? His wife posted all sorts of family photos, vacation photos, and pics of their friends, revealed the location of their home, their kids’ whereabouts, etc, etc, etc…on Facebook! With no privacy settings in place! Hardy, har, har. Way embarrassing. Read on…
- My male cat, the one who somehow “fell out” of a 4th floor window, got checked out at the vet’s today. He seems normal, maybe a little bit more fussy than usual except…he’s got anal leakage. Yeah. Nasty. You don’t need the long story…he’s gonna be fine, for sure. But I learned today what his real weight is. And it’s scary. I thought, sure, he’s over 5 kilos, maybe close to 6… My big fat cat weights 7.6 kilos. On an empty stomach in the morning. That’s 16.72 lbs!!! As soon as he’s healthy, he’s going on a strict vet-prescribed diet. Period. No diabetic cats will be created under my roof, no sirree bob!
- I’m always interested in the bizarre ways people find my odd anonymous personal blog. One of the big search triggers is “Pompeii,” seeing as I wrote a decent post with lots of raunchy photos from my visit there. Often people search for sex in Pompeii or Pompeii brothels. Well, today, I found something so hilarious, it’s almost touching. Real graffiti from Pompeii. Not kidding. People never change. Seriously. A couple thousand years, and it’s all the same. A few choice samples:
Restitutus says: “Restituta, take off your tunic, please, and show us your hairy privates”
Amplicatus, I know that Icarus is buggering you. Salvius wrote this
The one who buggers a fire burns his penis
Lesbianus, you defecate and you write, ‘Hello, everyone!’
Floronius, privileged soldier of the 7th legion, was here. The women did not know of his presence. Only six women came to know, too few for such a stallion.
Theophilus, don’t perform oral sex on girls against the city wall like a dog
Defecator, may everything turn out okay so that you can leave this place
I have buggered men
It took 640 paces to walk back and forth between here and there ten times
I don’t want to sell my husband, not for all the gold in the world
So…do go read all of them, will you? I’m not pulling your leg. They’re all real. Archaeologically documented and everything. Dirty macho bragging graffiti as science, art, and a piece of history. Fits, doesn’t it? The best place an archaeologist can find info on a long-gone society is in its trash heap.
