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lorelei's house of pleasure: March 2008

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Lorelei's house of pleasure. Well, I did call it the house of pleasure. Or, yeah, now I know what brought you here. Inspired by the A Squared blog, of which I am a patron (though not often enough), I installed a nifty little doohickey here (I'm sure there's a real word for it, just as sure as I'm sure I'm using too many parentheses) that tells me where my traffic is linking from. It all happened because I have this pet peeve about the word pussy. Not its use in general necessarily, though it's usually gr...

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lorelei's house of pleasure: March 2009

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Lorelei's house of pleasure. A Brief History of a Long Love Affair. Though many of you have read this already, I realized that it was not posted in its entirety here, with the previous link going nowhere thanks to the demise of TIBU. In which the fifteen-year-old Hero and Heroine exchange glancing blows—the Hero’s, a pointed quip from Oscar Wilde followed by the insinuation that Heroine would languish virginal forever; the Heroine’s, a sharp kick to the shin with a very pointed shoe. In which Hero and He...

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lorelei's house of pleasure: July 2008

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Lorelei's house of pleasure. What Is It This Time? Every time I hear the words South Carolina in a national venue, I cringe. It's not that I don't love my home state, and right now I am basking in the humidity, awaiting afternoon showers that could come more often, eager to see whether my largest tomato plant will actually manage to peak the roof line. And now we have state senators who've decided that their blogs should look like the Daily Show. Last week South Carolina Senator Kevin Bryant posted a tas...

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lorelei's house of pleasure: February 2009

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Lorelei's house of pleasure. The economy of the list. So long, and thanks for all the fish. I also found myself in the midst of contention from time to time, which I don’t necessarily consider a bad thing. Wars of words sometimes make us think, and I certainly found much to think about here. But most of all, it was just great fun. And grand illusions aside, that may be the best we can wish for from anything. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Friends of the pleasure house. A Squared by loganthewolverine.

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lorelei's house of pleasure: Dear Bank of America,

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Lorelei's house of pleasure. Dear Bank of America,. Thank you for carefully training your customer service representatives to tell me how much you appreciate my business at the end of every call. Otherwise, I would never know. In spite of your campaigns promoting paperless transactions and easy online access, you have completely denied online access to a portion of your profit base for the last three months. This does not inspire confidence as a customer or as a (former) potential investor. That didn&#82...

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lorelei's house of pleasure: December 2007

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Lorelei's house of pleasure. A Brief History of a Long Love Affair. Some excerpts from the love story of my life. In which the fifteen-year-old Hero and Heroine exchange glancing blows—the Hero’s, a pointed quip from Oscar Wilde followed by the insinuation that Heroine would languish virginal forever; the Heroine’s, a sharp kick to the shin with a very pointed shoe. Read more, including the happy ending. I'm all about instant gratification. All of this has me writing more than I have in years, which is p...

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lorelei's house of pleasure: February 2011

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Lorelei's house of pleasure. Bank of America Update. For an account more detailed than you may want of my three-month-long attempts to pay my Bank of America credit cards online, see the previous post.). Why should it have taken me so many phone calls and so much vitriol to get what really should have been a simple answer? Or at least that they all understood that there was a problem? Has no one considered a notification on the web site, for crying out loud, if nothing more than for the sake of the sanit...

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lorelei's house of pleasure: January 2009

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Lorelei's house of pleasure. Great character reference for your deity. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). Friends of the pleasure house. A Squared by loganthewolverine. Andrew Helm's literary mag. Apocalyptic Optimism from abrupt219. Art of Horror by inked4life. Awake and Smelling the Coffee by sparks. BigDog and brianfile23's 'zine. Deep Thoughts from a Shallow Mind. Doghurts from Dean Fearce. Eewestcoaster's Don't Call Me Vegetarian. It Really Is Upside Down by vet. Mike James's And This Is My America.

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lorelei's house of pleasure: Oven-Free till October

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Lorelei's house of pleasure. It all started innocently enough, with the idea that grilled pizza would entertain our nieces on their most recent overnight visit. It was such a success we started to think what else we might cook on the grill. We had some grilled vegetables left over from the pizza, a pie crust in the freezer. Why not? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Friends of the pleasure house. A Squared by loganthewolverine. Andrew Helm's literary mag. Apocalyptic Optimism from abrupt219.

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lorelei's house of pleasure: June 2010

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Lorelei's house of pleasure. Hi, my name is Amy, and I write love poems. And I’m about to stop apologizing for it. I suffer from a malady born of the late 20. Century notion that one’s avocation can become one’s vocation, having made the gross error of earning a higher degree for something I enjoyed. Don’t get me wrong: I loved every minute of it, had some very fine teachers, and developed an appreciation for Tanqueray that continues to this day. Of poet, I have silenced myself entirely. Nothing could ha...