The Yeti has returned. Now it’s in Africa, with flamingoes, giraffes, elephants, rattlers and vultures. I just managed to hit a series of sweet spots and get 2082 whatever’s the game is measured in.
When I launch Mary Tales I want it to appeal to female readers as much as male. This is not a New Man fluffy ideal so much as a desire to get subscription cash from the other half of the population as well. Maybe I should take some hints from the new wave of female targetting porn mags such as Sweet Action.
The Mary Tales gallery is currently full of naked or nearly naked ladies. I should rectify that.
Fahrenheit 9/11 opened in the US yesterday.
(Unrelated coffee update. Second time around I went for a darker roast, and it’s very good.)
Ask and ye shall receive. Another function can be crossed off the perfect sex toy list. Wired reports on remote control “scriptable” sex gadgets. Initially the devices are going to be marketed in conjunction with porn sites, with stars selling their own scripts for download. But it won’t be long after the device is launched that someone’s hacked the software and people can start offering their own scripts to swap.
[Ron] Wood: Yeah. And the technology � things like tuning. We used to tune up on whatever piano was in the building. If the piano was out of tune then we were out of tune. And if it wasn�t a Steinway, Mac had a hatchet to break the piano afterwards, �cause it was in the contract that it had to be a Steinway. If it was a Baldwin or something, we�d do the gig on a rotten old piano and then afterwards Mac would hack it to bits.
[Kenney] Jones: Cost us a fortune.
Wood: Ah. But it was in the contract. Should have been a Steinway.
This week’s subject is Clouds–