A departure from my norm...

And I don't mean Norm as in Norman. I mean ther (Copyright A. A. Milne) norm.

Well life is slowly but surely returning to its everyday pattern. CH and I are still in the throes of working shit out, and dealing with everything else in our hectic day-to-day lives. G and I are communicating as close friends. He happens to be on a business trip in a country not too far away from me this week, and for one insane hour it looked like I was going to be traveling to the same place for the same business-fuelled purpose. But no.

Don't know whether to laugh or cry about that one.

I'm now off the Cloud of Sexual Fantasy (don't worry, I'm sure it won't last), brought back to earth with a bump by the devaluation of the TTLB ecosystem which has catapulted me back down from being a measly Slithering Reptile to an even more freakin' measly Wiggly Worm.

Curses.

And curse my need to be popular.

Oh well, shit happens. You might think that if I really wanted to, I'd do all the funky things that the Corporal and Crazy make the time to do, like Battle of the Blogs and BlogExplosion and what-have-you. Except, of course, I'm not *allowed* to play on BlogExplosion, or rent my blog or space to another much-deserving blog, because of "explicit sexual content" on this blog. Oh please. I write two fantasies in 6 months, and they get all puritanical on me. What a pile of steaming horse manure. Like the faces behind the code don't troll the web for a literary piece of ass every once in a while. Ha!

Well fuck 'em and feed 'em to the fish. It's their loss.

And it's not just BlogExplosion. I could name and shame a bunch of lists and communities who are so fucking far up themselves that they wouldn't know good writing if it jumped up and bit them on the balls.

And the funny thing is that the intelligent places (like Jane's Guide) who might recommend my blog, ignore me because there's not enough sexual content.

Clowns to the left of me, jokers to the right, here i am, stuck in the middle...

Hey, I have other shit going on. I can't do fantasy and perviness 24*7. Sue me, what are you gonna do?

Sometimes, a cup of tea is the preferred option. It just is.

But I digress....

Like Minerva and Jeff, I could always play the blog stock market.

If I wasn't discalculic, that is.

Yes! I have finally discovered that there is a reason why it is that my head swims whenever numbers or deeply technical issues are explained to me. I am by no means stupid, in fact I'm a highly intelligent human being. But I just don't get numbers, never have. And never knew why. Until a friend (a special needs teacher of many years experience) suggested that discalculia (like dyslexia, except pertaining to numbers and sometimes high-level technical information) could well be the reason.

So if anyone has any ideas I could use on self-promotion from non-puritanical and blinkered blog communities, please let me know. This isn't high school, and I do control my destiny.

Normal services will be resumed shortly.

Kisses...

Minxxxxxxxxxxxx

UPDATED: Thursday December 01
I'm now a Crunchy Crustacean. Link to me people! You know I'll make it worth your while...!