Pleaver

Are CAPTCHA-inspired blog club posts going to be the future? Perhaps something big has been stumbled upon. "Discover the pleasure of pleaver," a poorly-translated portion of English on a Russian page says along with a sexy PETA picture of a scantily clad woman. Ah, heck, I'm just going to include that here for your enjoyment.



Pleather yourself? Potentially clever if not for the lisp effect; is it offensive then too?

Despite the general inanity of commenting on the weather, it's been wholly justified this week during the Seattle inferno. As we, rain weary denizens, cry for our overly good luck the sun keeps on a cookin'. The result is concentration of any kind has become increasingly difficult, lowering my productivity to the lows while the temperature remains in the highs. I'll be pleased when a shower or two temper the fiery ball above.

Tomorrow my sister, her boyfriend, and I are driving to northeastern Washington for a visit to our mother. Squeezing internet access to barely a dribble is likely to be refreshing as much as frustrating, considering how much my current project and business plan depend on it. An entire week out in the boonies with the most minimal of access. I wonder what disposition this will produce in me.