Let it buckle, let it bend.

Friday, arkady and I went to a dinner party at nou's. Hi to ewtikins, chrysaphi and wintrmute. Also met Kake's housemate boyfriend rjw1, her sister Liz and friend Phil. My back went sproing walking from East Croydon station, so I took a pile of tablets and several medicinal beers. Cheers to Bob for his Badger collection. Kathryn and Kake regaled us with tales of the naked canapés.

Saturday was a writeoff for housework with the sproinged back, so we stayed in bed obsessively watching the bad news from New Orleans. X Window System was the Wikipedia front page, and was nicely improved over the course of the day. Space opera in Scientology doctrine should be up in a week or two.

I stopped at Arkady's and stepped on her new scales. I'm still in 34" jeans, but I WEIGH A HUNDRED KILOGRAMS. I know I tell everyone else to look at their measurements and never their weight, but it's still horrible. Two weeks of a desk job and I put on five kilos! I may never eat again.

On Sunday, Arkady came over early to bleach my hair and she, redcountess and I went to the London Fetish Fair. I secured my preciousss cloves from webcowgirl. (shadowdaddy had bought Djarums rather than Gudangs, but I'm sure I'll go through them at a suitable rate!) We saw lots of dear pr3v3rts. Arkady bought a black carriage whip with a suede handle and I got a leather wristband (goes well with the mesh top) and will be emailing about a lovely leather waist cincher which would also go very well. (It has a metal ring on the front. Arkady offered to put a leash on it so I wouldn't get lost, but my plan is to attach my camera to it. When I get a working camera.)

ciphergoth had a moral dilemma at the bar. He overheard a woman discussing how she was allowed to send ten emails per account, so would create hundreds of accounts and cleverly use them to promote her site using the other site. The moral dilemma was: should he beat her around the head and neck first, or go for the gut? And would a baseball bat or death by a thousand cuts (one per email) be more morally correct? "Why yes, my personal kink is beating the living fuck out of spammers. Excuse me." (bam, pow, splat)

Update: We have an answer.

Update 2: Space opera in Scientology doctrine is now slotted in for September 10th.

Update 3: What we ate at Kake's.

And a morbid lump of Love in his flag.

ciphergoth had a problem at the London Fetish Fair today: what to do about the woman he overheard at the bar discussing how she was allowed to send ten emails per account, so would create hundreds of accounts and cleverly use them to promote her site using the other site?

Fortunately, arkady noted this and I proceeded to work out answers to today's burning ethical question: ( What shall we do with the pervy spammer? )