I still wanna do that wickedary embyr started, but my laptop broke! i'm furtively typing this out on a public library computer. so two things:

1) is there a way to hook up a laptop to a (different) monitor (screen), so I can see in order to get the info i need off of it? *gulps in hope* (the screen is all fucked up, it's all lined and blurred, can only see the upper third)

2) the words i'm doing for it will be cuntspeak, cunt-power/cuntpotence, clitorocentric, and penetrocentric. yep, i think it's clear that i've a one track mind. and yes, for this i'm stealing ideas shamelessly from jane caputi, germaine greer, and mikie.

oh, i lied, another thing:

3) doug (who i've posted about here: http://demonista.livejournal.com/83648.html) gave her email to tj to give to me, i got it emailed her (doug), and just 2 days ago, randomly ran into her on king st in cambridge as i was walking out of the dentist's office (she lives in waterloo). she has my cell # now, and we will be hanging out sometime, with the possibility of...umm...take a wild guess. :P she's awesome, from what i can tell.

oh, did i say i've a one track mind?

edited to add: another instance of my one track mind: i had an awesome sex dream about richey (from the manic street preachers) a few nights ago, and want to get it written out before i forget it. so, i was debating to write the disjointed scenes as i remember them, or to flesh them out into a whole. i also had a couple other dreams that night, one was i was playing on a wood and metal jungle gym with my friend nate, and we found out that it was made from pipes that were used in death camps by the nazis. weird.