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Sweet Gay Flowers Just Means More Cute Kittens In Satan's Blender

San Francisco's florists have been overwhelmed by orders from people as far away as Australia who are paying for flowers to be delivered randomly to the gay and lesbian couples getting married at City Hall. The requests from same-sex marriage supporters have come from some surprising places -- Minneapolis, Atlanta, Kalamazoo, Mich. Even Hong Kong. "It has just exploded, skyrocketed, spread like wildfire," said Thim Phan, owner of Flowers By the Bay. Sadly, all indications are that all florists involved in the deliveries are reputedly on the fast track to a hot fiery burning miserable oozing hell, riding those well-greased rails of doom like screaming heathen dogs, given how they have, essentially, aided and abetted known sodomites and god-killers and people with scary tattoos and thingies they strap onto their bodies and insert into other icky sodomites who then moan a lot as they all hail Satan and sacrifice kittens by putting them in blenders and mixing them with vodka and pouring out little shots of kitten vodka shooters and toasting to He Who Burns Eternally In Hot Lakes Of Flaming Astroglide and then slamming back the kitten shooters and laughing maniacally.

Current Mood: relieved

The apartment complex manager was in when we dropped off off the keys.  I will miss her.  She kissed us both goodbye.  She loves us and never charged us the extra deposit and additional monthly rent she was supposed to when we got Victoria.  This is why:

(Please take a moment to squint your eyes and nod your head up and down briskly to create that wavy kind of screen dissolve that indicates a flash back is about to happen.  Thank you!)

About a month after we moved in I had stopped by the office for something and she asked me for advice on backing up the data on a computer there - I asked a few questions and discovered they were having a problem with certain things displaying oddly on the screen. and had called in their standard support guy who declared that it had to be a virus.  He installed a new AV scanner -  scanned it - and found nothing.  He then told them it must be a new virus that nobody knows about yet (note: this computer is a stand alone PC that is not connected to the Internet and had not had a floppy inserted in it ever) and that the whole machine (it was about a year old) needed to be replaced since there was no way to clean this kind of virus.

I asked her if she minded if I took a look at it.  I did and it looked like the icon cache was just corrupt.   I deleted the cache and rebooted and it was fine again. (This is a not totally uncommon problem on machines that are left up for long periods of time and rarely rebooted.)  I wrote down what I did for her so she could tell the repair guy and the complex owner so he could consider finding a new service provider.  She was rather happy that they did not need to go through the cost or hassle of buying a new PC and migrating al their software and data over for a second time in a year. (I also wrote her a batch file to delete the cache herself if the problem ever recurred.)

(Again, please take a moment to squint your eyes and nod your head up and down briskly to create that wavy kind of screen dissolve that indicates a flash back is over.  Thank you again!)

So, Sue kissed us goodbye and promised to come visit.  Brian was a bit shocked but he's not as used to being kissed by strange women as am I.   On the way home we stopped by the post office and did our change of address things and then came home and unpacked.