big black cocks

My notebook is usually open on my desk and running at all times. I just never know when I'll need to read Alison's blog, or try to remember Joan Crawford's name, or find out how to get to the Brielle Yacht Club for lunch tomorrow with Aunt Grace, before her appointment with the podiatrist. All our books are packed up, so I can't consult my birding guides, or my plant guides, or maps, or the big movie book. Not even a dictionary.

This morning I sat down here at my desk and my email program (Eudora) was visible. I get a ton of junk mail - phishing expeditions, offers from local housewives whose husbands are idiots and who want to have sex with me, drugs offers, and more mortgages than you can shake a stick at. Usually I keep HTML turned on, or it's difficult to read the mail from NASA telling me when the space station will be visible from the hot tub. (Okay, they're not specifically notifying me about the hot tub, but still...) Eudora nicely sorts all this crap into a separate folder that I rarely have to pay attention to, except to see if some legitimate mail inadvertently got tagged as junk. Evidently last night I left the junk folder open.

Imagine my surprise when seeing immense letters from the Eudora screen shouting "BIG BLACK COCKS" with accompanying photos. Perhaps I should make sure my apps are shut down when potential buyers are doing walkthroughs, huh?