Cattle Rustling, and pr0n

[cthulhia]

So... they've swapped the nameplates on our building's cows. I don't know which one was featured in detail on my previous post. (The cowparade website continues to NOT be updated. The greyed out cowfinder taunts me).

Also, there's an empty cow platform in front of the library, right around the marathon finish line. The plate suggests it's a marathon-themed cow. Now, I'm HOPING they're clever enough that either it's SUPPOSED to be missing, or it's slowly being moved along the marathon route. But I suspect that someone has already vandalized a cow. The earliest I can do serious cow-spotting (with Sooz, for one) is the 26th or 27th. I hope they last until then.

Of course we have cattle rustling... in New England. Cuz we're cowboys. Right, sure. (Anyone else remember wanting the Sox to lose and lose bad that year the slogan was "Cowboy Up"?)

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With dictator555 out of town, and not getting to the gym magazines before I do, I managed to find a copy of that recent Time that was intact, or sufficiently so for my "needs". Mwa ha ha ha ha.

Ok, I don't actually need pictures for, um, you know, Stuff. My imagination is sufficiently dangerous. Last night, after discovering, the hard way, that the Arlington Trader Joe's closes an hour earlier than the one in Cambridge, I consoled myself with guilty pleasures on the TiVO (Oprah and Rosanne, I should go scourge myself now) while hanging around in chat and passing around pr0n scientific research URLs on the, um, diversity, of (human) genitalia.

All in the name of science, of course. (Right, sure.)