Hang the Dealer

My LJ just got friended by an insurance company.

I find that creepier than Dick Cheney. I assuredly will not be doing business with them, and will also make sure that other potential customers know how creepy and stalkerish I find this advertising technique.

Besides, if they're paying attention, they'll know that life insurance is the least of my worries right now.

OTTW 

[Ed. Note: a little innuendo, and non-descriptive nudity. There may be some minor editing, but I will try to keep that to a minimum.]

( So there I am, in a Korean whorehouse . . . . )

Still alive, still behind firewall, blah blah blah.

Thought I'd share. Not mine, but found:



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Oh look, it's time for my monthly I'm-Still-Alive post.

I am, indeed, still alive. I still miss you lot. And I am still stuck behind the firewall. Still working on a solution, but still not optimistic it will happen anytime soon. I do read everyone's journals, though I feel a bit disabled from saying much of use given my lack of presence. And as noted below, I can be reached via email as well.

In the meantime, go watch my dodgy lookalike in his new movie. He's not half bad.

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I wanna shoot it.

I haven't fallen off the face of the earth just yet, but I feel perilously close to it. I can't set up a server at home, so I am looking for another solution, and contending with the fact that what I am looking to do just seems to be monumentally difficult without one. I'm almost to the point of buying a data-only wireless plan and using that with my ball-n-chain (i.e., Blackberry) or an iPhone.

My email is lexnemorum@gmail.com, for those who want to email. Rhodes, I would still love to help with Contracts (or anything else).

Unfortunately, I am going to have to spend a little while in India and Japan, ICly. I'm sure there was a bad typhoon there, or an earthquake, or both. For OOC reasons, I have to cut back on my online time for a while. It makes me unhappy, but this is RL up against Pretendy Funtime, and unfortunately Pretendy Funtime has to give.

If you want to contact me to help resolve loose plot threads, you can reach me here. Hell, I might even still post an IC travelogue: I just can't log in for the fun. :(

OTTW

April 29, 1982
Some things keep reappearing in your life and never go away. It suggests that perhaps they are part of your life.

I can't put down a deck of cards. I know that now, and enjoy playing with them. From massaging the probabilities to caressing the pasteboard, they are a lovely thing to fiddle with while the rest of the mind grinds away at something.

Rhodes--like his sister, Lady of the Shining Dawn and Iridescent Sunset--has been in my life for nearly two decades now. He might say he turns up again and again like a bad penny, and I'm sure the rest of his family would say the same of me. But I prefer to think of it as the Ambitious Card, that hackneyed old routine cardsharps and amateur magicians play out on cruise ships all over the world.

Pick a card, show it around, shuffle it in, and find it on top. Cut the deck clearly, simply, and obviously--then find it on top again. Cut, double-lift to show there is another card on top, make a big show of Not Touching Anything, then invite the audience to face the top card--there it is again. Ta da.

But then there are the times it doesn't work--lo, the Six of Diamonds turns, or the Ten of Clubs. The Ambitious Card is still there, as are the other fifty-one (or -two). Find it and go back to the routine, but now there's something new . . . .

Rhodes baited his classic hook for Daniel to get him to start a casino. I can't help but think it is a smashingly brilliant idea. Part of me watches Yet Another Innocent fall prey to our merciless depredations and feeds off of it. Some small part of me feels strangely bad, like it had hoped Daniel would be different. I don't know where that came from, however. If he were, I think everything might change, and I am not sure I am ready for that yet.

He still hasn't promised to let me bank Baccarat one night. We're going to have to have a talk about that, Daniel, a tennis racquet, and I.

Okay, I'm back to catching up. Like the kid who was the last to get a Swatch--id est, me, in the Nonpretendy Eighties--it seems like the fashion for Five Questions has ebbed. Nevertheless, there are several people who have asked questions of me, and who have asked for me to give them questions. I apologize for being so slow in this, but RL intervened for a little bit.

I'll happily ask and answer, but don't want to belabo(u)r you all if it isn't Funtime. If you still want your questions asked or answered, please drop me a message, and I will, happily. On the other hand, if you would prefer not to be bored by my prating, please remain in your seats with your seatbelts fastened.

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Sorry I've been slowing responding to questions and otherwise unavailable. I've been out of town, and have returned to a work-storm. I will be working through things over the next week or so, but slowly. Things will pick up again later next week.

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The Mission Objectives:
1 -- Leave a comment, saying you want to be interviewed.
2 -- I will respond; I'll ask you five questions.
3 -- You'll update your journal with my five questions, and your five answers.
4 -- You'll include this explanation.
5 -- You'll ask other people five questions when they want to be interviewed.

( February 13, 1982--language )

( February 14, 1982--innuendo )

( Addendum--language )

( February 3, 1982 )

( End of January, 1982 )

So this should start things off and hold the place while I get together something suitably introductory.

Let's just say . . . I'm very much looking forward to this.

OTTW