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Sorta Like Bullets
Oct. 13th, 2008 07:35 pmI made a Customer Service Bingo card today and tacked it up in a somewhat unobtrusive spot behind my monitor. It does seem to add an element of interest to the job: “Great! I only need ‘This has been going on for some time and I’ve just about had it with you people’ to make Bingo!”
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I am really liking this new definition of the word “porn,” where it means something like “things you can’t stop looking at,” “things that make you drool,” or, as![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gondolinchick01 put it, “any kind of sensory titillation.” If I were still in school I would write the hell out of a dissertation on it.
I’ve heard a few versions: there’s library porn, space porn, food porn.
Of course, searching for more examples may be a bit of a minefield, but hey—FOR SCIENCE.
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Meanwhile, last night I had a Really Awesome idea for a short story. It even still looked semi-awesome when I woke up this morning, which is a good sign. On the other hand, I may be one of few people on Earth who find the thought of exploding cows awesome.
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Also, it looks like I’m going to need a Halloween costume, after all. I wasn’t planning on it; I was thinking this year I would just dress up my dolls instead. (Damn those twins are gonna look cute.) But then I got involved with Jess's social circle again and suddenly I’m going to a party. So I’m going to take one of the costumes I was going to make the doll, and make it for me. Which means I have two options: I can either dye something I’ve already got a hideous slime green and then modify it, or buy more already-hideous-green fabric and haul it into my first day of sewing class with a reference photo and say, “I need to make this look like this by next Saturday!”
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Urg. Too much time staring at the screen. Gotta rest my eyes.
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I am really liking this new definition of the word “porn,” where it means something like “things you can’t stop looking at,” “things that make you drool,” or, as
gondolinchick01 put it, “any kind of sensory titillation.” If I were still in school I would write the hell out of a dissertation on it.I’ve heard a few versions: there’s library porn, space porn, food porn.
Of course, searching for more examples may be a bit of a minefield, but hey—FOR SCIENCE.
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Meanwhile, last night I had a Really Awesome idea for a short story. It even still looked semi-awesome when I woke up this morning, which is a good sign. On the other hand, I may be one of few people on Earth who find the thought of exploding cows awesome.
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Also, it looks like I’m going to need a Halloween costume, after all. I wasn’t planning on it; I was thinking this year I would just dress up my dolls instead. (Damn those twins are gonna look cute.) But then I got involved with Jess's social circle again and suddenly I’m going to a party. So I’m going to take one of the costumes I was going to make the doll, and make it for me. Which means I have two options: I can either dye something I’ve already got a hideous slime green and then modify it, or buy more already-hideous-green fabric and haul it into my first day of sewing class with a reference photo and say, “I need to make this look like this by next Saturday!”
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Urg. Too much time staring at the screen. Gotta rest my eyes.
