my parturifacien

I don't know if everyone else gets the same kind of spam I do, but I like to think I'm special.

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Sincerely, Maynard Beauchamp.

auspicious beginnings

Things I did today:

1. Fell on the stairs on my way into work and whacked my knee hard, right across the kneecap. (Incidentally: I'm now pretty sure that it's possible literally to swear a blue streak.) I tried to take a picture of the resulting knee-goiter with my cell phone so that I could share the joy with you, my wonderful friends, but it didn't turn out very well. Maybe I'll get y'all one later, when the whole shebang turns purple.
2. Opened a Cafe Press shop. I'm only telling you this so that you can make fun of me for being a crazy egotistical freak, and this is certainly not a request for any of you to buy anything. I'm not entirely sure why I did this, except that I love my bunny collage so, so much and it's not legal for me to marry it yet.
3. Got a spam email with the subject line "groundhog cinematographer". It may not be the best spam I've ever gotten, but it says so much in such a little space, don't you think?
   
4. Watched Rowing With the Wind. In this film, Byron (Scooby Doo) shaves his chest, shoots a bunch of stuff, and keeps a giraffe in his parlor. Or in his echoing marble foyer, rather. Also, Frankenstein's monster comes to life and (a) makes Polidori hang himself during the summer of 1816 [!] by beating him at pool, or something; (b) drowns the Shelleys' son William (their only child in this movie [!!]); (c) somehow manages to give Byron and Claire Clairmont's daughter Allegra the fever that kills her (perhaps he exudes a miasma?); (d) drowns Mr. Peanut Butter Shelley and his friend Edward Williams; and, finally, (e) hunts down Byron in Greece and whacks him too (not pictured; the miasma again, one assumes). The only thing I found even moderately believable about this film was Shelley's sheer insufferableness. But hey, we got to see him naked! Twice!