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I noticed, for the umpteenth time, that sometimes when I'm watching youtube videos the bar along the bottom of my Opera browser would show up with something like "receiving data from s.ytimg.com". Bored enough with nothing better to do, I looked it up on google. The top result was a delightfully paranoid how-to to disable s.ytimg.com  from spying on you with your own webcam and microphone . { le sigh XD} Life was already feeling pretty blessed with just that much--delightful paranoids--until I read this glorious comment schooling the paranoid on his uncleverness. I like smart people. Especially when they school ignorant people. I had to laugh a little at how none of the other commenters seem to bother reading that, albeit refreshing, tl;dr comment. Oh well. Yay! Double lulz!

We'll get to the lulz in a second but first...I gotta brag a bit. "brag" may be a bit overwrought a word, actually, but still. I'm fucking stoked, dude. See, I ordered a wireless keyboard for my computer, and it arrived yesterday. And it works like sex on toast, baby. My old keyboard was just that--old. And wired. The latter wasn't such a bother until I set up the new desk, as you'll understand in a just moment. Meanwhile the keys stuck--don't even start--and made a shitton of noise (I only fully realized how obnoxious this was when I started using the new keyboard) and otherwise looked ugly and out of place. Also, I had a plan. See, the middle bit of the new desk's desktop is actually a flap that lifts up to reveal....well, a space. A sort of drawer. A place to put things (away), like, oooooh....say....a wireless keyboard & mouse when they're not in use/not needed? Oh yeah. It looks fabulous when everything's put away. So yeah, th...

So I was up all night and at one point I watched this porn I'd recently gotten--Cocksure Men's "The Gay Coach 7", starring Bo Dean and some poor bastard. As a porn star, naturally he has a big dick. From the way he was...thrusting it... it seems he certainly knows how to use it. He just likes using it to hurt ur butt . He's undeniably an irl troll, and fucking hilarious about it. See, Bo's fucking this guy who's crying out in obvious pain--and the entire time Bo's having ball, smiling at the guy's...discomfort. See, Bo didn't want the boy to be in abject, bloody agony apparently--afterall the guy wasn't screaming. No, just making pained groans and grunts, an unrelieved punctuation of "ow!"s "fucks!" and "oh God--!"s. I even skipped around looking for that magic point when the bottom wold stop butthurting and start buttwanting. That moment never came (giggity) . I almost had to pity the guy, except it was ...

So my friend Meg made my week when she tipped me off to this: Tchaikovsky was fantastically   gay *. Like, unbelievably gay. Like, Freddie Mercury gay. Like, so gay his fabulousness radiated across Russia and warmed the hearts of millions (Ah, if only the Russians weren't such cold, heartless bastards, eh?). Oh, I came my pants. Verily. Such a bear; do you think he was much into leather, too?

1. Do shady, mysterious physical labor for neighbor... 2. ???? 3. PROFIT Yup that's my day. In a nutshell. Actually it's looking like it'll be viciously packed. Like, I'm not sure if I should just jack off/take a dump now while I can cuz I don't know if I'll have much of a chance later XD I guess we'll just hafta see then, eh?