P.S. … For Robin, The supermarkets have candy and tabloid free lanes. How about a fn cat free entry? Again, nothin but love. I thought about copying the big, boxed disclaimer on my front page and reprinting it here, like such: Disclaimer: Before reading this web site, please be aware of two important things: 1. I write about my cats a LOT, and 2. I swear like a sailor when the mood strikes me. If either of these things bother you, I’d like to suggest that you read someone else’s journal – there are thousands of them out there – rather than email me and demand that I change my ways. In the event that you feel you MUST email me and demand that I clean up my language and only write about things that interest you, please know that I will most likely tell you to go fuck yourself. In like manner, if you whine about the fact that I write too much about my cats (or swear too much) in a public forum that I will eventually stumble across, I would also like to take this opportunity to suggest that you go fuck yourself. Thankssomuch. And then I thought about saying “Loyal reader Lisa, if you can’t be bothered to spell my name correctly, I would do as you ask why, precisely?” But, that would be childish. I really am, all in all, an easygoing sort who will from time to time bend over backwards to make readers happy. Let’s see whether or not I can give Lisa what she wants!
2003-02-24