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as is customary on wednesdays, i've posted the latest installment of my ongoing fiction serial. thanks to those of you who've been reading/ supporting it!

in related news, dom came up with a name that quite suits it [in fact, he has no way of knowing exactly how suitable] :: a definable moment in time. he even came up with some book cover art, which will hopefully be unveiled at some point in the near future.

and i have a question for those of you who have been following this story so far ::

how would you feel about me posting these installments twice a week rather than once?

i don't want to overwhelm anyone and i know that everybody has things to do, but at the same time, i want everyone to get new bits quickly enough to keep their interest piqued. let me know what you think.

also, since i finished up my "30 days of lips" challenge, i asked for something new and fun i could do that would get me to plumb the depths of my cosmetic stash. and one clever lady came up with a great one- going through the collection alphabetically. so now, you'll note that there's a "colour by letters" page link on the upper right hand side of this page, where you'll see over the coming days just how well i know my abc's.

my heartfelt appreciation to everyone who reads these posts.

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jihadvertising?

i keep seeing this ad for tictac candies:



am i the only one who finds the suicide bomber clown at the end a little unnerving? all the nice natural things like the bunny and the [extinct] woolly mammoth and the fruit get devoured by a trying-to-appear-nonthreatening-but-obviously-psychotic clown who then blows himself up. congratulations, tictac, i think this ad has landed you on about a dozen watch lists.

oh and by the way, showing me that your product will somehow cause my stomach to explode in a rainbow of wtf makes me believe that doing consuming tictacs would be a worse dietary decision than the time i ate two raw eggs and a half a bottle of hot sauce on a dare.

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