Bio
Name: Daniel Robert Lance Big Plume
Nickname: Saturnyne
Birthday: May 3, 1980
Age: 26
Sun Sign: Taurus
Moon Sign: Sagittarius
Chinese Zodiac: Monkey (Born)
Height: 170 cm
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Brown
Status: Single
Favorites
Color: Blue
Food: Chicken
Animal: Cat
Anime: Sailormoon
Show: CSI
PJ's: Sweatpants/ T-shirt
Pokemon: Porygon
Website: NHB Radio
My Linux Desktop
Current Moods
Song: Dog's A Best Friend's Dog
Links
Official Sins Of Science Homepage
Space-Kitten.Org
Wing Commander CIC
Tears For Fears
Contact
Email: saturnyne1d@netscape.net
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Wednesday, May 08, 2002
10:58 AM I get the wierdest porn mail. No, the porn itself isn't wierd... though that's sometimes debateable. It's the content of the email itself. Instead of contenting themselves with saying "come here, we've got naked these and exposed those, and really big those!", they follow a simple format that I've come to both like and hate. It starts out with some small sex story geared to selling the idea of the adjacent porn site to me. Which is fine, as it's a neat little gimmick, and I never tour those sites anyway. Then of course, there are ads for other sites. But here's the difference. The emails from this particular company contain sex facts, pickup lines, and the occasional joke. For instance, the one I receieved today has this fact to share: "Did you know that a man will ejaculate approx. 7,200 times in his lifetime! Oh Yeah!" 7,200? Wow, that's a lot of time alone. Anyway, after that are some crude animated gifs, something about snagging a free movie clip, and things involving semen that have nothing to do with conception. Sadly, this email didn't have any pickup lines (which is okay because I'd never use them), but it's still a good example of the oddness that pervades my email. Oh, and the kicker? It's all in a big, pink box. If you didn't get that one, I'll leave you to think about it.
Tuesday, May 07, 2002 2:55 PM I have the oddest sleep quirk. It's rare when I exhibit it, but it's there nonetheless. It's kind of scary. I exhibited it last night at some point. I went to bed in my boxers and t-shirt -- nothing else. Sometime during the night, something in me decided "Hey, why not go all the way?", so I apparently did. While I was sleeping I managed to remove said boxers and set them neatly on the bed beside me. I sleep in a queen-sized bed alone (of course), so there was ample room. I apparently also removed my shirt... mostly. It was completely off as well, except for one sleeve, so I guess I spent most of the night sleeping completely naked, except for my t-shirt hanging off of my arm. What makes it worse is that the idea of me naked probably just made the majority of you vomit. Sorry. I love you, Jaymie. [EDIT]: Incidentally, Jaymie found more "Raimi-isms" in Spider-Man than I ever could. I now declare myself her personal booty call.
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